"Youyou, today, mommy shall prepare dinner for you all, alright?"
She grinned and rushed to change the topic into an innocuous one!
Her suggestion, however, was mercilessly rejected by him. "Mommy, your injury has just healed, so don't go to the kitchen and torment yourself. Besides, your cooking isn't as good as mine, and each time you finish cooking, the kitchen is in such a mess I have difficulty cleaning it up."
Hearing this, Mu Yazhe glanced at her.
She blushed at her son's words, and the corners of her mouth twitched.
How could this child embarrass her like this?
Helpless, she sat down on the sofa. She intended to show off her cooking, but with the boy around, she did not even get the chance to do so.
She could only hug Little Yichen and watch cartoons with him in the living room.
"Mommy, I don't like watching cartoons." He comfortably nestled in her embrace and acted petulant.
