Priceless Baby: 101 Bedside Stories

Little Tong Hua thought for a while, took out the marbled steak and cabbage, and cooked another dish again.

“How annoying, why did he choose to come during dinner time?” Little Tong Hua was unhappy and complained. “Didn’t want to make something for him to eat at all, needlessly increasing my workload.”

Saying something he did not mean.

When Shen Qianshu got home, she could smell the fragrance of the meat.

“Baby, mummy is back.” Shen Qianshu changed into her slippers, dropped her bag, and happily headed straight to the kitchen. She just passed the entrance when she saw Ye Ling’s cold face. She was stunned and blurted out. “Why did you come?”

Her tone sounded very uninviting!

Ye Ling’s face became sullen, and that hot-headed feeling came back again.

Shen Qianshu broke into a smile within seconds. “Master, you have returned? When did you come back? Are you looking for us regarding something?”

Her tone was much softened.

She was always trying not to provoke Ye Ling subconsciously.

It was as if she had the ability to read Ye Ling’s moods. She was very sensitive and could feel his mood changes.

Tong Hua was in the kitchen with his hands on his waist. “Mummy, he threatened me just now.”

“…” Shen Qianshu stared at him.

Ye Ling replied. “Do I have the need to threaten you? I can throw you down the building in a matter of minutes.”

“Mummy, you look. This is threatening.”

“I don’t need to threaten anyone,” Ye Ling said.

Little Tong Hua said, “Of course, you already look very threatening.”

“What did you say?”

Shen Qianshu looked left and right and rubbed her stomach. “Master, are you hungry? Let’s eat together?”

“Mummy!” Little Tong Hua cried angrily. How could she be like that! “Mummy, am I still your little sweetheart?”

“Yes, of course.” Shen Qianshu said. But after all, this was the leg they could cozy up to. Haven’t we agreed on the trap?

Little Tong Hua looked at his mommy. “…”

Ye Ling did not know what kind of guessing game both mother and son were playing. They kept exchanging glances with each other. It was an eyesore. “I want to poke your eyes blind.”

“…” Shen Qianshu stared at him.

Just one line and it stopped both mother and son from exchanging glances. Shen Qianshu washed her hands and changed into a tracksuit. Tong Hua had already taken out three bowls of noodles, a huge bowl of soup, and two plates of fried vegetables. Ye Ling sat down like a master, with no intention of helping at all.

Shen Qianshu looked at the huge amount of food and then looked at Little Tong Hua, feeling a little surprised.

Uhh?

Little Tong Hua opened his eyes wide and looked at her. Both of his ears were flushing red. Shen Qianshu blinked. S on, is this a trap?

Little Tong Hua stomped his feet, twisted his waist, and ran into the bedroom. Shen Qianshu hurriedly turned around. “Baby, I am in the wrong, don’t you…”

Shy!

To say it out would make it feel that Little Master was exploding, just forget it.

Tsk tsk, a classic example of saying something which he did not mean. He made so many dishes.

And also made three bowls of noodles.

Ye Ling said, “This is good, the dreadful brat is not here. Let’s eat.”

Shen Qianshu said with a straight face, “Master, this is what your dreadful brat has made. He even made you noodles. The poached egg in your bowl is even bigger than mine. Won’t your conscience hurt by treating him with dislike?”

“It will not!” Ye Ling’s face was cold. There was not even a bit of hesitation.

Shen Qianshu said, “… I don’t want to… alright, Master, whatever you say is correct. I will go and get Tong Hua to eat.”

She was scolding halfway when she changed her tone abruptly. Shen Qianshu went to knock on Tong Hua’s door.

Tong Hua opened the door angrily.

“This is a trap!” Little Tong Hua stared at her angrily. “Don’t laugh.”

Shen Qianshu looked at him seriously with her fist touching his. “Yeah, this is a trap.”

Both mother and son went back to the dining table. Ye Ling was already helping himself to the food.

Not feeling very good, Little Tong Hua drank the soup.