The Villainess Female Supporting Character with a Bun

Cheng Huan was a little tired, and for a moment he wondered if he was stupid for discussing this issue with this little kid.

She looked at Xingxing for a while, curled her lips, looked away, and simply said, Then I have to ask dad.

So Jiang Mingyuan received a call from his son within a few minutes after taking Cheng Huan's call.

He had just finished eating, and was a little strange when he received the call. He thought something had happened, but as soon as he got through, he received a complaint from his son: Dad, do you dislike me?

How could it be? Jiang Mingyuan was surprised, thinking that someone was instigating it in front of his son. The first thing he thought of was his mother, and his face became visibly gloomy: Who told you this?

No one said it, I just know it! Xingxing put her hands on her waist and became angrier the more she thought about it: If you send flowers to mom but not to me, it must be because you don't like me!

After Cheng Huan, Jiang Mingyuan also had nothing to say to his son.

He felt a little sorry for his mother, feeling that he shouldn't doubt her so much. He took two deep breaths, paused, and then asked helplessly: Do the stars also want flowers?

Yes! He said firmly.

Okay, honey, wait a minute. Uncle will deliver the flowers in about half an hour, okay?

Okay! After getting a satisfactory result, the child was no longer angry. He put down his hands on his waist, sat back on the sofa, swung his little feet and confessed to his father: Dad, I like you too.

Dad also likes stars.

Then he said pitifully: But I have no money and can't afford flowers.

It's okay... Jiang Mingyuan sighed: Dad doesn't like flowers, so there's no need to send stars.

Xingxing was even happier when he heard that he had kept his piggy bank. The flesh on his cheeks squeezed into two balls and he happily said goodbye to his father. He completely implemented the attitude of throwing away his piggy bank: Dad, I'm going to play with toys. ”

Then daddy hangs up. Goodbye baby.

Bye Dad!

After ending the call, Xingxing put down his hand and proudly showed off to his mother: Dad, Huahua will be delivered soon!

Yeah. Cheng Huan didn't want to say anything after listening to the whole story. She ignored her son's frustration and turned around to open the refrigerator and take out the pineapples to prepare for cooking.

Jiang Mingyuan said he would be there in half an hour, but in fact he was there in less than half an hour.

It was Qi Shan who came to deliver flowers. Because the flower shop was too slow and the boss had a customer to meet, he had to do it for him.

He held a bouquet of flowers and rang the doorbell. A clear and clear sound came from inside, and then the security door opened in front of him.

The person who opened the door was a little bean curd, who was not very tall. He raised his head and stared at the flower he was holding. He stretched out his hand to pick it up: Uncle, this is what daddy gave me.

Yes, it's for you. Qi Shan put the flower in his hand and asked about the sweet smell of food. He raised his head, nodded to Cheng Huan who came out of the kitchen, and said to her: If not If there’s anything else to do, I’ll leave first.”

It's okay. Cheng Huan walked over and said a little apologetically: Children are playful, please make a trip.

It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter. I happen to have nothing to do at noon, so I came to run errands. Qishan waved his hand and said especially against his will.

It’s a joke, the people living here are most likely the future boss’s wife and young master. No matter how busy he is, he still has to say it’s okay. What if he seems unhappy and accidentally offends someone?

After Qi Shan finished speaking, he didn't stay long, said he still had something to do and left.

After he walked into the elevator, Cheng Huan closed the door and looked at the bouquet of flowers in Xingxing's hand.

This flower is also a big bunch. The pink star flowers are mixed with some baby's breath, which looks quite beautiful.

Xingxing held the bouquet of flowers that was much wider than him, and felt a little strange: Why are my flowers different from mom's flowers?

The star is called Star Flower. Isn't it beautiful? Cheng Huan ignored his confusion and introduced the name of the flower to him.

Hearing that the flower inside had the same name as his own, Xingxing fell in love with it. He placed the flower on the ground, lit the petals of the Star Flower with his little hands, shook his little head, and continued to cheer: This flower is more beautiful! It's better than mom's flower. Even better looking!”

Oh. Cheng Huan looked at his son on the ground with a cold face and said, You don't have a share of the pineapple rice at noon.

No, mom!

When he heard that there was no food, Xingxing didn't care about counting his little flowers. He jumped up and ran over to hug Cheng Huan's thigh: Mom, I want to eat!

Cheng Huan snorted, ignored him, and dragged his tail to work in the kitchen.

Xingxing was really afraid that he wouldn't be able to eat, so he became extremely attentive for a while, said countless good things, and did whatever he was asked to do.

After all this hard work, when he saw the meal from the half-empty pineapple being handed to him, he almost cried with excitement.

The child took a spoon and picked a piece of pineapple into his mouth. After chewing it, he sighed to her: Mom, it's so hard to eat.

...

Jiang Mingyuan said that Cheng Huan would receive a bouquet of fresh roses every morning after that.

She was still shy when she received the flowers in person the next day, but after receiving more flowers, she could treat them more calmly.

There were so many flowers sent that the bottles at home were full. Cheng Huan didn't want to waste them, so he planned to use these roses to make some rose jam.

Cut the flowers from the branches, remove the receptacles, rinse them and dry them with water, add sugar and knead the juice to get the juice, then put it in a bottle and press it tightly, and seal it with honey on the top.

The prepared flower sauce needs to be stored in the refrigerator for a month before it can be eaten. Cheng Huan used the roses sent over the past few days to make a bottle of flower sauce. After making it, it was the weekend.

For people whose children are on vacation and don't have to go to the store every day, there is not much difference between weekends and working days. However, thinking that Jiang Mingyuan is coming to help them move today, Cheng Huan still gets up a little early.

The moving matter has been discussed in the past few days. Cheng Huan still lives downstairs, while Xingxing has rooms upstairs and downstairs. The little guy was not satisfied with the result and made a fuss. Later, Jiang Mingyuan didn't know how to follow him After whispering something, the little guy reluctantly accepted this fact.

It dawned late in winter, and the sun had just risen when Cheng Huan got up. After she finished washing, the sun seemed a little warmer.

She washed rice and cooked porridge, put some white fungus and lily in the porridge, set the time, and then made spring rolls.

The seasonings in the spring rolls need to be fried first. Cheng Huan put the fillings into the pot in batches. When they were cooked and served, he heard the doorbell ring.

So early? She was a little surprised. Usually the flower shop would not deliver flowers until around eight or nine o'clock, which was an hour or two earlier than usual.

She put down the spatula, washed her hands, and went to open the door without even taking off her apron.

The door opened, and a bouquet of roses greeted him. Cheng Huan reached out to take it. Instead of receiving the receipt that required a signature, he heard a pleasant bass voice: Good morning.

The exclamation Why is it you? was suppressed in his throat. Cheng Huan was stunned on the spot, with a visible blush on his face. He covered half of his face with a bouquet, lowered his eyes and said, Why are you here so early? ?”

I woke up a little early. Jiang Mingyuan glanced at her calmly, noticing the other party's embarrassment. He coughed, raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and took the initiative to change the subject: Are you making breakfast?

Yes. Speaking of her professional field, Cheng Huan seemed much more relaxed. She secretly sniffed the bouquet of roses and felt that today's flowers were blooming particularly beautifully and the fragrance was better. She pursed her lips and Putting the flowers on the coffee table, he turned around and pretended to be relaxed and said, Did you not eat in the morning? Why don't you eat here?

Okay. Jiang Mingyuan naturally would not refuse. He nodded and pointed to the bedroom: Have the stars risen yet?

She thought the man wanted to see her son, so she said casually: No, you can just wake him up.

No, let's wait until he wakes up on his own. Jiang Mingyuan refused and followed Cheng Huan into the kitchen. Seeing her picking out fillings and placing them on a thin pie crust, he asked her what she was doing.

When making spring rolls, the fillings are already cooked. Just wrap them and fry them.

The work didn't seem too difficult. Jiang Mingyuan saw that she had rolled one up, so he offered to help.

Cheng Huan thought about it and agreed, so the man washed his hands, lifted up his cuffs, and started to help make breakfast.

The spring roll fillings were placed on a plate, and the two people stood on both sides, very close to each other.

Jiang Mingyuan's sleeves were rolled up, revealing his smooth forearms. His arms were very white, with slightly bulging veins and full of hormones.