After changing to her home clothes, Cheng Anya sat down on the sofa and checked their schedule for today. Third Young Master Ye, who was busy in the kitchen, glanced at her and poked his son's shoulder. "Why are the men in our family cooking?"
Ning Ning glanced at the mommy who was taking them for granted and patted Third Young Master Ye's hand with sympathy to comfort him. "Daddy, I would cook for my future wife too. You'll feel better while thinking of that!"
Third Young Master Ye kept silent.
His mommy was too used to being served by him and he's afraid that she had already forgotten how to cook. "Daddy, Mommy has no talent in cooking and her food is inedible. You won't be able to take it. You'd better be self-sufficient!"
"…Son, you are really a natural babysitter!"
'Future wife? Which woman would like a mommy's boy? Women would only think that you're weak.' He could predict the scene of his son being despised by other women.
