The Villainess Female Supporting Character with a Bun

Let mom see where it hurts? Cheng Huan didn't feel anything unusual when he turned his head. He changed his position and grabbed Xingxing's finger to look at it. It was all white, and he didn't see anything abnormal.

Xingxing no longer cared about his fingers. He looked at her with his big eyes open, looked at Jiang Mingyuan for a while, and then looked at her again.

What's wrong? Cheng Huan couldn't understand the expression on his face.

The child hesitated for a moment, then suddenly stood up on tiptoes and leaned to his ear, asking in a not-so-small voice: Mom, were you and dad kissing just now?

In modern society, there are many channels for obtaining information. Even children under five years old know that adults will kiss each other when they show affection.

Cheng Huan was stunned by his words.

The corresponding scene was automatically cut out and played back in my mind, and the touches that were originally ignored were added with a touch of charming color in the playback over and over again.

Heat quietly filled the base of his ears, and the tip of his tongue touched the roof of his mouth. Cheng Huan subconsciously relaxed his breathing. The kitchen seemed extremely quiet, except for the sound of Xingxing curiously asking if it was a kiss.

Cheng Huan gritted her teeth and didn't know how to answer. She was so embarrassed and wanted to know the reaction of the other person involved, so she used her hand to look at the stars as a cover, changed her position slightly, and raised her eyes to take a quick look.

I saw a man who seemed calm, but his eyes were scattered and his ears were reddish.

After confirming that the other person was not much calmer than him, Cheng Huan felt strangely balanced in her heart. She coughed lightly, turned her eyes away to face her gossipy son, and changed the subject: Does your hand still hurt?

When she said this, Xingxing's attention was diverted. He changed his expression and continued to say with a sad face: It hurts.

You should peel the garlic and soak it in hot milk. Cheng Huan was a little proud of her success in diverting her son's attention. She pinched the child's fat face and stood up to get the milk.

After dealing with her son, Cheng Huan could not face her father for the time being. She lowered her eyes and stared at the tips of her shoes as she walked out. She had obviously gone far enough, but she was still grabbed by the man when she passed by Jiang Mingyuan.

I'll go. He seemed to have returned to normal. After saying this, he strode out, opened the refrigerator and took out a can of milk.

The boxed milk was poured into the milk pot to be heated. The man looked intently, his waist straight, and his broad back seemed a bit silent, but his presence was strong enough that no one could ignore it.

His behavior made Cheng Huan calm down. Although he was still a little embarrassed, he was able to control these emotions well and continue cooking.

Peel and slice the ginger, cut the green onion into sections, wash the freshly peeled garlic, add dried chili peppers, millet chili peppers, etc. and put them together.

Heat oil in a pot, add seasonings and chopped sauerkraut and stir-fry until fragrant, add broth, cover and heat.

The milk heated up quickly and was ready when Cheng Huan poured the oil. Jiang Mingyuan poured it into a large bowl and asked Xingxing to put his hands in to soak.

Xingxing drank cow brain every day, and this was the first time he soaked his hands in milk. He was restless while soaking, and his fingers moved around like paddling water.

Dad. He asked amidst the sound of the range hood working: Does the milk turn white when soaked?

Jiang Mingyuan was silent for a while: ...This father doesn't know.

Why doesn't Dad know? Xingxing seemed to find it hard to understand. In his eyes, Dad was omnipotent, so how could he not know about such a small problem?

His gaze was too intense, as if he wanted to see through the skin whether his father was possessed by a stranger. Jiang Mingyuan was stared at by him speechlessly, and he pressed the top of his head with his other hand and rubbed it twice. : Because Dad doesn't need whitening.

But the female classmates in our class said that boys are free to be liked. Xingxing resisted the pressure from his father and raised his head firmly: Dad, am I free?

Jiang Mingyuan: ...

Dad, you are free too, that's why mom likes you.

Jiang Mingyuan: ...Where did you learn this fallacy?

It's not unreasonable! Xingxing resolutely defended his theory. He snorted when his father questioned him, ran to Cheng Huan on his short legs, grabbed the corner of her clothes with his milk-stained hands, and pulled her She tried to prove it to herself: Mom, is it because of dad that you like him for nothing?

Cheng Huan was originally in front of a happy melon-eating crowd, but he never expected that the flames of war would actually touch him.

She paused in her stirring action, glanced down at her son, tensed her back, and decided to pretend she didn't hear him.

However, this trick was obviously useless to Xingxing. When he didn't hear the answer, he asked again and tugged on her clothes to attract attention.

Cheng Huan poured the stock prepared on the side into the pot, added the fish skulls, turned up the heat and closed the lid, lowered his head to meet his son's eyes, and said something irrelevant: Go and wash your hands.

Oh. Xingxing opened his fingers and found that his hands were sticky. He secretly glanced at the stains on his mother's clothes, stuck out his tongue, and moved the stool to wash his hands obediently.

After washing his hands, the little guy shook them off, wiped them clean on his pants, and continued the previous question: Mom, do you like daddy in vain?

Why hasn't he forgotten this question yet? ! !

Cheng Huan was heartbroken and didn't know what to say to this little guy who was cheating on his mother.

The child was still asking persistently, but the person asking could not remain silent at all. Cheng Huan stared at the pot lid, faintly feeling that the sight behind him was a little hot.

Facing the child's question, she said a vague hmm, and the next second, a low and melodious chuckle sounded behind her. Jiang Mingyuan heard the satisfactory reply and finally came to rescue the poor cook.

He walked over, washed the bowl and put it aside, took out a piece of paper and wiped the water on the back of Xingxing's hand, touched his little face and said, Okay, let's not disturb mom's cooking.

After speaking, he reached out and picked up the little guy.

Xingxing was held in his arms by his father and did not resist at all. He put his arms around his father's neck, with a smile on his face and a happy voice: Dad, mom said she likes you.

Um.

I like you too.

Um.

Then dad, do you like me and mom?

The two walked out of the kitchen and into the living room. Amidst the sound of the range hood working, Cheng Huan heard the hmm that he didn't know was real.

The soup stock had been boiled over high heat for ten minutes, and the soup in the pot had turned white. Cheng Huan took out the fish bones, poured in the fish fillets, reduced the heat to low and simmered for two minutes, and the dish was ready.

The portion of one fish is quite a lot, and one dish is enough for three people in the family. Cheng Huan held the pot and poured a pot of pickled fish into the soup bowl. When he saw the pattern on the mouth of the bowl, he remembered that Xing Xing had just washed his hands in this bowl. When he talked about washing his hands, he thought of the question Xing Xing asked, and then he inevitably thought about what he heard at that time. Was the sound that arrived a positive answer?

Thinking of this matter, her face began to heat up again. Cheng Huan put the back of his hand against his face and bit his lower lip to wash the pot. Jiang Mingyuan and Xingxing were both in the living room, and no one noticed her looking like a young girl pregnant with spring.

Cheng Huan did not turn on the hot water when washing the pot. The cold water was enough to calm people down. She dried the pot and hung it up, and called the other two people to come over for dinner.

The two people in the living room put down their toys when they heard the sound, and Jiang Mingyuan took Xingxing to wash his hands. After washing his hands, Jiang Mingyuan took the initiative to divide the dishes and chopsticks between the three of them. The division of labor was perfect.

There is a full bowl of pickled fish in the soup bowl. The pickled cabbage has been carefully rinsed so that it tastes fresh enough without being too sour. The fish fillet is so thin that it melts in your mouth. The two diners, one large and one small, didn't say much nonsense and only expressed their liking by picking up the food quickly.

There was a bit too much chili pepper in the fish, so I didn't feel it when I first ate it, but if I ate more, it would feel spicy.

Cheng Huan himself was fine, but it didn't take long for the father and son to endure the heat. Xingxing's behavior was more obvious, and he hissed while inhaling while shouting for water; and Jiang Mingyuan, he never had much expression on his face, even if Even though I couldn't bear the heat, I still looked serious, but my face was a little red and my eyes were more moist.

The moisture in his eyes and the blush on his face made his whole body soften, and he gave up his aura. He looked very consistent with the image of a handsome man described in history books.

Cheng Huan is a very loyal face controler. It's okay if she didn't notice it at first. But when she noticed it, she couldn't take her eyes away from his face. She was afraid that people would find out. She didn't look at it for long. She just glanced away and looked away. When you have enough aftertaste, take another look.

She did it very secretly, but unfortunately there were only three people at the table. It was too difficult not to be noticed. She only glanced at her three or four times before she was caught.

Jiang Mingyuan can't eat spicy food very well. Last time he came to eat hot pot, he could also choose the mandarin duck pot. Now he didn't have the choice of pickled fish. His mouth was so spicy that he wanted to eat it again. The more he endured the spiciness, the more he ate. The redder his face becomes, the more frequently Cheng Huan looks at it.

What are you looking at me for? He raised his head and asked, sensing the gaze from the side.

Being caught peeping, Cheng Huan's vision was a little wandering. She was speechless for a moment, poking at the rice in the bowl with her chopsticks. After a while, she found that Jiang Mingyuan was still looking at her, so she became heartbroken and boldly teased: Look how good you look.

Generally speaking, they are cowards and afraid of cruelty, and those who care about face cannot afford to offend shameless people. After she said this, the embarrassed one became Jiang Mingyuan. He lowered his eyes in a panic, as if the white rice was some kind of heavenly fragrance.

Cheng Huan felt she had won a victory, and felt a little disappointed. However, before she could be happy for a long time, the counterattack from the person opposite arrived.

Jiang Mingyuan held a grain of rice in his hands and stared at the end of his chopsticks. He calmly thanked her for her compliment and added, You are also very good-looking.