A bowl of white rice was sent to xiaoyuchen. Then, two pairs of chopsticks, each holding a piece of glutinous rice ribs, put it in the little guy's bowl. Because the movements of the two people were at the same time, when they finished this matter naturally, the expressions of the two people were inexplicably embarrassed.
"Er!"
Xiaoyuchen's big black eyes stared at the two ribs in the bowl and made a confused voice line.
Xia Xinnian's heart jumped fiercely, and a pair of beautiful eyes flashed quickly on the faces of the two men.
Jimucheng pondered over the corner of his lips and put the piece he had picked up directly into Xia Xinnian's bowl: "Xinnian, eat more."
This sense of intimacy for no reason makes Xia Xinnian secretly bite his teeth. What is jimucheng going to do?
Yesterday, he was still fighting with her. Now, is he going to be a virtuous husband?
Yan Junhan reached out to touch xiaoyuchen's head and whispered, "Yuchen, is compensation the taste of your mommy's cooking?"
The little guy didn't know how to hold chopsticks very well. After several times, he put the ribs to his mouth and took a bite. His eyebrows wrinkled: "it's not like the taste of Mommy's cooking. This ribs is so delicious. Mommy's cooking is not so delicious."
Xia Xinnian is waiting for his son to praise her. Unexpectedly, the little guy is so honest that she is stuffy for a while.
Next to jimucheng, seeing the woman eating Ga, he smiled impolitely. Sometimes, the mother and son get along with each other, which is really interesting.
How can he let go of such an interesting two people to other men?
Yan Junhan also chuckled and looked up at Xia Xinnian, who was depressed: "in fact, the food you cook is not so bad, I think it's very delicious."
Xia Xinnian had to laugh twice: "brother Yan praised me. In fact, I can only cook a few home-cooked dishes. How can I compare with the chef here?"
"Some people like to eat delicacies, and some people especially like to eat vegetables and radishes. The taste is different, and naturally there is no comparison."
Yan Junhan's words have many hints.
How smart is jimucheng? Of course, he hears the implication of Yan Junhan's words. So, does he still want to let go?
Xia Xinnian chuckled: "what you said sounds reasonable. Indeed, everyone is different and wants different. It's better not to compare."
Jimucheng's eyes narrowed. These two people sang together. They wouldn't be talking about him.
"If only I had the chance to eat your cooking again."
Yan Junhan sighs, but his eyes are full of expectations.
Before Xia Xinnian could open his mouth, jimucheng smiled and said, "how difficult is it to eat the food cooked by Xinnian?
Come to our house tomorrow at noon. Let us be the hosts. "
Xia Xinnian's breath is sluggish. I don't know why. She doesn't feel disgusted when she hears this man call her so intimate. What's wrong with her?
"Yes, Uncle Yan, can you come to our house as a guest?"
As soon as little feather Chen heard this, her eyes were bright, and she was looking forward to asking.
Yan Junhan's mood, the cold winter is coming, snowflakes are floating.
He didn't mean that. He just hoped that Xia Xinnian could understand what he meant by wanting to be with her.
Xia Xinnian is not stupid. In fact, she has always seen Yan Junhan's affection for her. However, at the beginning, she felt that she was not worthy of him. Now, she dare not accept his affection for fear of failing to live up to it.
He should be worthy of a better woman to love him, and he will surely have a happy family in the future.
"Brother Yan, if you are free, come home for lunch tomorrow. I'll do it myself."
Xia Xinnian's gentle invitation.
Jimucheng's eyes narrowed. Although he was the one who proposed to invite others to his home, he was inexplicably uncomfortable at the moment.
Does this woman really want to cook for him?
I haven't cooked a meal for him yet. Is this differential treatment?
"I haven't eaten Mommy's cooking for a long time. Uncle Yan, come on."
Xiaoyuchen didn't find the complicated relationship between adults at all. He just felt that Uncle Yan was like his family. There were good things. Of course, he had to be counted.
Yan Junhan bowed his head and smiled. He had some bitterness in his heart. What he wanted was not to be a guest.
"I have to work tomorrow. Maybe I don't have time. Otherwise, next time, I'll clean up my new home and invite you to come over."
When Yan Junhan returned home this time, he was going to move into a new house he had bought before. In fact, the house was prepared by him for Xia Xinnian's mother and son. He had already decorated it. When Xia Xinnian returned home, he wanted to give her the key, but Xia Xinnian refused.
"Well, can I come with you then?"
Jimucheng immediately echoed. At the moment, he and Yan Junhan were secretly competing.
Yan Junhan's voice line is light: "Mr. Ji, such a person of identity, I'm afraid that my house is simple and crude, which will lose your identity."
"Mr. Yan is really joking. It's sincerity to make friends with confidants. If you are sincere in inviting me, I will come."
Jimucheng chuckles.
Xia Xinnian has heard the meaning of their confrontation. She quickly interjects: "OK, don't chat first. Hurry up and eat. The dishes are going to be cold."
Only then did the two men put away the smoke and eat their dinner peacefully.
This meal made Xia Xinnian feel very stressed. If she had known earlier, she would not have let jimucheng come. At least she could have relaxed the atmosphere.
After dinner, Yan Junhan took the first step. His steps were stiff and his heart was heavy.
Unexpectedly, he was only two months late, and there were others around Xia Xinnian.
He suddenly regretted that when he was abroad, he didn't express his love directly. If at that time, he had a first impression, even if jimucheng knew that the child was his, he couldn't force them apart.
Unfortunately, in this world, there is no regret medicine, let alone if.
Jimucheng's eyes are annoyed. She stares at the back of Xia Xinnian. She watches Yan Junhan's back leave. It seems that she is reluctant to give up.
"Daddy, have you made friends with Uncle Yan?"
Xiao Yuchen asked with a happy face.
Jimucheng gently picked up his son, let him ride on his broad shoulders, smiled and nodded: "of course, your friend and Mommy's friend are my friend."
"Yeah, that's great. The four of us can often go out to play in the future."
The little guy immediately cheered.
Jimucheng is shaking all over. Does my son really want that?
Xia Xinnian's expression was also stiff for a while. He turned to look at the man. Jimucheng stared at her with burning eyes.
Xia Xinnian quickly turned his back: "shall we go home, too?"
"Just had a full meal. Don't go back first. Let's go to the pedestrian street nearby."
Jimucheng said in a low voice.
"I'm a little tired..." "Children like lively, more want the company of their parents."
The man saw what was on her mind.
Xia Xinnian took a look at his son. His bright eyes were full of expectation.
"All right."
Xia Xinnian compromised.
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