Chapter 357 A child without a mother is like a weed

"Aren't you going to have breakfast?"

Chenchen tilted his head, looking innocent: "If you don't cook for me, what should I eat?"

Lu Yiran:???

Lu Yiran froze in place, scratching his ears in disbelief.

"What did you say?"

Chenchen blinked his big eyes, looking innocent:

"Didn't you promise Mommy to take care of me? I need care now. I'm hungry."

Lu Yiran finally realized something was wrong and squatted down to look Chenchen in the eye:

"Where's your mommy?"

Chenchen counted on his fingers and smiled slyly:

"Right now...it should still be flying in the sky."

"When did she leave?"

Lu Yiran's voice suddenly rose.

"Left last night."

Chenchen tilted her little face up, staring at Lu Yiran with her big black eyes without blinking, with the corners of her mouth slightly raised.

He couldn't wait to see the wonderful expressions of this man who was always pestering his mommy.

With a loud "boom", Lu Yiran felt as if a bolt of lightning had exploded in his head.

Nan Yan clearly said she would leave today, so how could she...

She looked normal during dinner last night, how come she suddenly...

Could it be that she was angry because he didn't tell her about his conversation with Mr. Shen yesterday?

Countless thoughts surged in Lu Yiran's mind, but he did not doubt the seemingly innocent little guy in front of him.

His expression changed from shock to panic. If Mu Nanyan had really left in anger because of that incident, he would have vomited to death.

Lu Yiran wanted to call Mu Nanyan right now to tell her what happened yesterday.

In fact, he did so, but when the call was connected, what awaited him was a cold prompt tone:

"Sorry, the number you dialed is turned off. Please try again later..."

The mechanical female voice ruthlessly interrupted his actions.

Lu Yiran then remembered that Nan Yan should be at an altitude of 30,000 feet at this moment.

He lowered his arms dejectedly, and the screen of his phone gradually dimmed.

Chenchen felt good when he saw Lu Yiran’s anxious and angry look. He deserved it for making him snatch his mommy from him!

"When will you make me breakfast? I'm hungry..."

Chenchen's soft voice sounded at the right time. He blinked his big eyes and rubbed his belly with his little hands.

The corners of Lu Yiran's mouth twitched.

His mind was full of Nan Yan's affairs right now, so how could he have the energy to cook? Moreover, with his limited cooking skills... would he dare to cook and would Chenchen dare to eat?

This house seemed too small to Lu Yiran, so he didn't hire a nanny. It was almost 7:30 now, and it would definitely be too late to have someone bring breakfast over. Lu Yiran thought for a moment, looked at Chenchen and asked tentatively:

"Shall I take you out to eat?"

Chenchen's face instantly fell, and his eyes turned red:

"Sure enough, a child without a mother is like a weed..."

He sobbed and complained:

"Sister Yan never lets me eat breakfast outside. No matter how busy she is, she will always make nutritious meals for me. She just left, and you... I'm going to tell Sister Yan that you're abusing me!"

Lu Yiran's temples were throbbing.

This little ancestor, how can taking him out for breakfast be considered abuse?

Chenchen lowered her head, wiping away her tears with her hands. Seeing this, Lu Yiran sighed helplessly.

He squatted down and wanted to have a good chat with Chenchen.

But it was at this moment that Lu Yiran noticed that Chenchen couldn't suppress the smile on his face. There were tears in the corners of the little guy's eyes that were forced out, but there was a cunning light flashing in those bright eyes.

Lu Yiran was stunned for a moment. He squinted his eyes and looked at Chenchen. Suddenly he understood something. This little brat clearly did it on purpose!

Lu Yiran looked at Chenchen with a half-smile:

"Okay, I'll cook for you, but you have to finish everything I cook. Your mommy must have told you not to waste food."

His back showed a sense of calmness as he turned and walked towards the kitchen. The cuffs of his white shirt were casually rolled up, revealing his well-defined forearms.

He wanted to see how long this kid could pretend!

Chenchen stood there in a daze, the expression on his little face froze instantly, and he was completely confused. How could this be completely different from the plot he had expected!

He thought Lu Yiran would feel guilty for not being able to cook and apologize to him, so why did he go and cook?

Didn't he have any idea of ​​what the food he cooked looked like? How could it be food? It was more like poison!

Chenchen just wanted to trick him, not himself!

"etc!"

Chenchen shouted hurriedly, with a hint of panic in his voice.

Lu Yiran paused, a hint of triumphant smile flashed across his face as he turned his back to Chenchen.

He adjusted his expression before turning around and raising his eyebrows in a puzzled manner:

"What's wrong? Have you thought about what to eat?"

"Well... let's go out to eat."

Chenchen grabbed the strap of his schoolbag, his eyes wandering.

Lu Yiran squatted down, his eyes level with Chenchen's, and said seriously:

"No, I promised your mommy to take good care of you. Breakfast outside is so unhealthy."

Chenchen's little face was wrinkled and his eyes were rolling around.

Suddenly, his eyes lit up:

"I'm going to be late! Just eat something today. I promise not to tell Mommy!"

"real?"

Lu Yiran showed a skeptical expression.

"Uh-huh!"

Chenchen nodded rapidly, and his soft hair trembled.

Lu Yiran pretended to be in deep thought, tapping his knees lightly with his slender fingers, and nodded reluctantly after a long while:

"Okay, that's all for today. Starting tomorrow, I'll have the villa's chef prepare meals and send them over. You won't be eating breakfast outside."

…

The two eventually sat in a breakfast shop at the entrance of the community.

Lu Yiran elegantly wiped the plastic stool with a tissue, while Chenchen pinched the greasy menu with two fingers in disgust.

Chenchen raised his little face and asked, "I want to drink freshly ground soy milk."

"We only have brewed tea in bags here."

Lu Yiran calmly punctured his fantasy.

"Then I want to eat..."

“There are only fried dough sticks, steamed buns and white porridge.”

Chenchen crossed his arms angrily, and finally drank half a bowl of porridge reluctantly.

Lu Yiran looked at the little guy's awkward expression, and suddenly realized that in addition to the little face that looked very similar to his own, the child's picky eating habit was exactly the same as his own.

When sending Chenchen to the school gate, Lu Yiran bent down to tidy up his clothes.

In the morning light, his deep voice was filled with a hint of laughter:

"I'll pick you up this afternoon."

Chenchen was about to retort when the class bell suddenly rang.

He could only glare at Lu Yiran and ran into the campus with his small schoolbag on his back.

Halfway through the run, he suddenly turned around and made a face:

"I don't want you to answer it!"

Lu Yiran stood under the sycamore tree, watching the small figure disappear in the teaching building, and the corners of his mouth rose unconsciously.

Lu Yiran finally had a chance to be alone with Chenchen, and he planned to use this time to repair their precarious father-son relationship.

After all, Chenchen is a child with so many clever ideas that you never know when he will give him a "surprise".

Thinking of this, Lu Yiran straightened the collar of his suit and walked towards Yuehu Yundi.

The elevator went directly to the underground parking lot, and he prepared to go back to Haicheng Villa.

Chenchen is in a critical period of development, and his diet and nutrition must keep up. He has to arrange this matter personally to feel at ease.

Sitting in the driver's seat, Lu Yiran was about to start the car when he suddenly remembered something, took out his cell phone and called An Jiajun.

"Hey, you ran away without a word the day before yesterday, why did you think of me today?"

An Jiajun's signature teasing came from the other end of the phone.

Lu Yiran was too lazy to talk nonsense with him and said directly:

"Help me find two reliable nutritionists in Haicheng."

"Nutritionist?"

An Jiajun was obviously stunned, and then his tone became ambiguous:

"Is this for your wife to replenish her body? Could it be that you guys have been doing it too frequently and too intensely lately and caused her to have sex?"

Lu Yiran tightened his grip on the steering wheel.

Intense? He couldn't even see Mu Nanyan now.

This tactless guy is simply walking into trouble.

Lu Yiran was naturally unhappy because he couldn't see Mu Nanyan. He just couldn't find a place to vent his anger, and then someone came to ask for a scolding. It was really like someone giving him a pillow when he was sleepy.

Lu Yiran's voice became a little colder:

"Have you been too idle lately? Is there nothing else on your mind except that yellow crap?"

An Jiajun continued to test the waters recklessly:

"I'm just gossiping a little, why are you so angry? What's the matter? Are you unsatisfied? I told you young people should be restrained..."

Lu Yiran's patience was almost exhausted, and his voice was as cold as ice:

"An Jiajun!"

He spoke each word with such intensity that each syllable seemed scraped against a grindstone:

"If you really have nothing to do, I wouldn't mind sending you on a trip abroad. What do you think of Africa?"

An Jiajun instantly became intimidated and laughed dryly:

"Haha, that's not necessary!"

He knew Lu Yiran too well. This man always did what he said. He might be airdropped to the Sahara Desert to mine tomorrow.

"If they find it, just send them to Haitang International." Lu Yiran didn't bother to talk nonsense and gave the order directly.

"Okay, okay, I'll arrange it right away!"

An Jiajun agreed readily, but his gossipy spirit was still burning, and he couldn't help but come forward and ask:

"But... why are you suddenly looking for a nutritionist? Who are you looking for to replenish your body?"

"Chenchen." Lu Yiran answered briefly.

An Jiajun's tone suddenly rose, his voice full of disbelief:

"Chenchen? Who is Chenchen? You wouldn't have a new love so soon, would you? Tsk tsk tsk, it's true that men are constant, but love is fleeting."

Lu Yiran: “…”

It's really speechless. His mother opened the door to speechlessness, and he was speechless at home.

He took a deep breath, and the veins on his forehead throbbed.

With An Jiajun's train of thought, it would be a waste of his talent if he didn't write a melodramatic 8 o'clock drama.

"That's my son..."

He gritted his teeth, almost squeezing out these words from between his teeth.

There was silence on the other end of the phone for two seconds, and then An Jiajun burst into excited shouts:

"Your son?! Damn it! Bring him out to me! I haven't even met the little prince yet!"

"He doesn't play with people in the IQ basin." Lu Yiran said coldly.

An Jiajun exploded upon hearing this: "Fuck! Who are you calling an IQ basin?!"

"Whoever takes the lead will be the one to speak."

An Jiajun: “…”

The blow was so precise and brutal that it silenced him.

He now wanted to crawl along the telephone line and strangle Lu Yiran to death, or pray for justice to come down and be struck by lightning to kill this poisonous man.

However, Lu Yiran did not give him a chance to fight back and simply hung up the phone.

“Beep—beep—beep—”

Hearing the busy tone, An Jiajun stared at the phone and said fiercely:

"If I'm your friend again in the next life, I'll be a dog!"

(An Jiajun in his next life: “Woof! Woof! Woof!”)

Despite the scolding, he still resigned himself to his fate and opened his address book, and went to look for a nutritionist for Young Master Lu.

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When Lu Yiran's car slowly drove into the private garage of Haitang International, the butler was already waiting respectfully by the side.

"Sir, the person arranged by An Shao has arrived and is waiting for you in the living room."

Lu Yiran nodded slightly, feeling a little surprised. Although An Jiajun didn't look very reliable, he was still quite efficient.

Pushing the door and entering the living room, two nutritionists in professional attire immediately stood up. One of the older women came forward with a smile:

"Hello, Mr. Lu, I'm Su Manwen, and this is my colleague Zhou Lin. Mr. An asked us to come and help you develop a meal plan."

Lu Yiran nodded lightly, his eyes swept over the two of them, his tone calm but unquestionable:

"My son is still in his growth spurt, so I can't be careless about his diet. Nutritional balance is the basis, but we also have to consider taste. If he doesn't like the food, no matter how healthy it is, it's useless."

Su Manwen responded calmly:

"Don't worry, we will customize the plan according to the child's physique and taste preferences to ensure nutritional intake while avoiding any resistance from the child."

Zhou Lin also added:

"If possible, we would like to first understand the child's daily eating habits, such as whether there are any allergens, and whether they prefer sweet or salty food..."

Lu Yiran raised his hand to signal the housekeeper:

"Go and call the kitchen staff."

After a while, Lao Chen, the head chef in charge of the villa's daily meals, hurried over.

Lu Yiran went straight to the point:

"From today on, Chenchen's meals will be the responsibility of the three of you. Nutritionists Lin and Zhou will create the menu, and Old Chen will be in charge of executing it. But one thing is for sure, don't let him find out that this is a deliberate arrangement. He's very cunning, and if he knew I was interfering with his diet, who knows what trouble he'd cause."

Old Chen wiped the sweat from his forehead and nodded repeatedly:

"I understand, I understand. The young master is really picky. Last time I made carrot stewed with beef, he didn't even take a single bite. He even asked me with a smile if I wanted to murder him..."

The corners of Lu Yiran's mouth twitched slightly, and he was obviously well aware of how cunning his son was.

Su Manwen smiled and tried to smooth things over:

"Children at this stage are indeed prone to picky eating. We can process the ingredients more covertly, such as pureeing the vegetables and mixing them into the meat filling, or slowly guide them with their favorite seasonings."

Zhou Lin also opened the tablet she carried with her and pulled up a preliminary dietary framework:

"Mr. Lu, can you please take a look at this direction and see if it's suitable? If it's okay, we can try a few dishes today."

Lu Yiran quickly glanced through it and nodded:

"Sure, just follow your instructions. He can usually handle spicy food, so avoid strong-smelling ingredients like lamb and fennel. He doesn't like them."

Zhou Lin nodded in understanding and quickly wrote down on the tablet:

"Got it. We'll be focusing on beef and chicken, with seafood and seasonal vegetables. We'll use fresh chilies and Sichuan peppercorns to enhance the spiciness, avoiding using too many seasonings."