Chapter 90 (1/2)
His tone was so contagious that even Cheng Huan looked forward to it.
The man was already budgeting for a few pets at home. Cheng Huan leaned on his chest and listened, feeling a little sleepy. She hit Hatch, squeezed two tears, and was about to close her eyes and sleep again. Yesterday I was interrupted by a man before I could ask the question and suddenly remembered it again.
Suddenly she was awake and sat upright.
”What's wrong?” Jiang Mingyuan was inexplicable: ”Do you not like pets?”
Cheng Huan shook his head: ”No.”
She turned to look at the man, her expression was a little serious, and even Jiang Mingyuan converged with a relaxed expression on her face: ”What's wrong?”
”You ...” Cheng Huan hesitated. ”Did you not ask me how to learn cooking?”
”Yeah, you said Grandpa taught you.” Jiang Mingyuan certainly remembered this: ”Is grandpa still alive?”
Cheng Huan shook his head.
”Then let's find another time to worship.” Jiang Mingyuan remembered that he hadn't returned home after the Chinese New Year. ”Is there any custom in your hometown that needs attention?”
”Nothing needs special attention.”
”That's OK.” Jiang Mingyuan made a decision: ”Let's go back when I've been busy for a while.”
Cheng Huan felt that the topic was completely crooked and wanted to come back: ”But ...”
”Nothing but accompany me to sleep for a while.” The man held her tightly and re-wrapped the quilt, patted her back like a coward, the strength was just right, Cheng Huan wanted to sleep, but he was really two or three. The next shot fell asleep.
When he woke up again, it was already bright, and the people on the bed were not there. Cheng Huan stayed in bed for a short while before getting up to change his clothes.
After a night, the traces on her body became more prominent, reminding her once again of her madness last night.
Cheng Huan glanced and forced herself not to think about these things. She finished washing and pushed out the door.
When the door was opened, the aroma of the food came over. Not far away came the voice of the stars and Jiang Mingyuan talking, asking when they could have breakfast.
”Just wait for mom to get up.”
The child sniffed the scent and said, ”Well, let me wake up.”
A few black lines appeared on Cheng Huan's head, and he walked quickly to the living room: ”No need to call.”
As soon as she made a noise, the other two looked over. Cheng Huan turned his eyes to Shang Jiang Mingyuan's eyes, flushed his eyes, walked to the dining table and rubbed the head of the star, complaining: ”Isn't it a good thing for a mother to eat ? ”
The little guy laughed hesitantly and was not afraid: ”Mum can sleep again when she gets up, but it's not good when it's cold.”
Cheng Huan: ”You know a lot.”
”Of course!” The child looked quite proud, holding her chest, urging her: ”Mum is coming for dinner.”
Cheng Huan was dragged aside by him to sit down. It was Jiang Mingyuan on the left hand side. The man held her hand and kneaded it as soon as he was seated. It looked like a serious face: ”Let's eat.”
Cheng Huan drew his hand and did not pull it out, turned his head and glared at him. When the man didn't see it, he put a soup bag in his left hand and put it in the dish in front of her: ”Taste the taste.”
That posture is really awkward.
Cheng Huan had no choice but to focus on the dining table. The breakfast on the table looked very rich, full of color and aroma, and it was estimated that the taste was not bad. The food was still steaming and looked like it was just out of the pot. Not long after.
She asked Jiang Mingyuan, ”Did you buy this?”
”Find someone to do it.”
The villa in the suburbs has been empty since Gu Mingli went abroad. Jiang Mingyuan didn't plan to live in. The servant inside was afraid of unemployment and found him.
Jiang Mingyuan didn't like messy outsiders at home, so he didn't need any servants, but he remembered that a chef had good cooking skills, so he made this breakfast.
He briefly stated his past feelings and said to Cheng Huan: ”Let him have all three meals in the future. You don't have to be so busy.”
Cheng Huan didn't agree with this: ”I'm not busy, and cooking is the same as reading. I'm rusty if I don't move for too long.”
Jiang Mingyuan didn't force him: ”If you want to do it, just do it, and leave it to the chef.”
He clipped another soup bag for Cheng Huan and said sweet words in a flat tone: ”I also like what you make more than that.”
Cheng Huan didn't know how to answer this, and ignored it. She turned to look at the kitchen and did not see anyone inside: ”What about the chef you said?”
”downstairs.”
Cheng Huan: ”...”
Well, getting a house is really a very simple thing for this person.
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After dinner, Jiang Mingyuan went to work, Cheng Huan brought the stars to visit the teacher.
The new teacher's home is also on Xinsi Road, very close to the neighborhood where Cheng Huan rented before. The two had an appointment of 10 o'clock in the morning. When they went, the new teacher was already waiting.
It was a girl with a twenty-something appearance, a baby face, a height of less than one meter six, and two dimples when she laughed, which made it easy for people to have a good impression.