Nonsense! Long Aotian Can't Be a Sweet Bean Cub

As a seasoned novel enthusiast, Wen Shuqiao never expected to catch the transmigration trend herself. The bad news is that she transmigrated into a healing-oriented Long Aotian novel, becoming the ...

Chapter 175 Green Leaves and Pig Flower

On weekdays, there aren't many customers at the coconut chicken restaurant.

Wen Shuqiao ordered a coconut pudding for Cancan first. After taking a bite, he asked, "Auntie, is the pudding expensive?"

"It's not expensive, why are you suddenly asking that?" Wen Shuqiao pulled out a tissue and wiped his mouth.

Can Can muttered, "If it's too expensive, I won't eat it."

We need to save money for my aunt.

Wen Shuqiao's heart softened, and she placed her hand on Cancan's head: "It's not expensive, we can afford it."

Can Can scooped up a little pudding with a spoon and held it to Wen Shu Qiao's lips. He said, "Auntie, I'll earn lots and lots of money in the future and buy you the things you like, okay?"

"Okay." Wen Shuqiao lowered her head and ate the pudding. "It's sweet and fragrant, just like our baby."

Can Can lowered her head and secretly smiled.

*

As soon as Shen Jiazhou stepped in, he saw Can Can nestled in Wen Shuqiao's arms, looking at her phone. He walked over, and Can Can's eyes fell on him. She exclaimed in surprise, "Uncle!"

Shen Jiazhou sat down opposite them: "Sorry to keep you waiting."

Wen Shuqiao took her phone back and said, "The timing is perfect; he was just about to send you a message."

Can Can got off her seat, walked around to her uncle, and asked, "Uncle, is the baby pretty?"

Shen Jiazhou looked him up and down: "Good-looking."

I couldn't help but wonder, where did I get this vain look from?

Shen Jiachen isn't exactly narcissistic, and his sister-in-law probably isn't either. So whose bad habits did they pick up?

After hearing the answer she wanted to hear, Can Can's mouth was as sweet as honey: "Uncle, you look so good today! Like a beautiful green leaf!"

When Shen Jiazhou heard the first sentence, the corners of his mouth curled up, but after hearing what he said, he couldn't help but cross his arms and ask, "I'm a green leaf, what are you?"

Cancan said earnestly, "Flower!"

If my uncle is the green leaf, then he's the flower! Uncle, you're so silly, you don't even need to ask that!

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Shen Jiazhou: ...

So, he's just a green leaf setting off this bright little pig-shaped flower, right?

Shen Jiazhou held him and sat him down beside him, while Wen Shuqiao pushed Cancan's bowl and chopsticks to the opposite side.

Can Can protested, "I want to sit with my aunt."

"If you don't sit with me, how can you, such a delicate flower, be worthy of my attention?" Shen Jiazhou hugged his waist tightly, preventing him from getting off his seat.

Can Can retorted, "No need to compare, the baby is the most beautiful flower!"

Wen Shuqiao looked at Cancan helplessly: "Sit still, your claypot rice is coming soon."

After Can Can sat down, she looked at Shen Jia Zhou and said, "Why did you have to tease him?"

Shen Jiazhou said, "The main problem is that we don't have the habit of playing a supporting role for others."

Even a nephew won't do!

Just then, the waiter came over and lifted the pot lid. The pot was bubbling and churning inside, and thin white smoke rose into the air, forming a transparent wall between the two sides of the table.

Wen Shuqiao looked through the smoke at Shen Jiazhou across from her. The man was slowly rolling up his sleeves, revealing half of his forearm.

Green is naturally flattering to the skin tone, and for the first time, Wen Shuqiao wondered if a man's skin was a little too white.

She silently withdrew her gaze, then lowered her head and used a small wooden mallet to mash a tiny lime for herself.

Shen Jiazhou rolled up his sleeves. Can Can beside him had already started eating a delicious chicken leg. He smiled and looked up at Wen Shuqiao across from him. She was fiddling with something small and stick-like.

"Shuqiao," Shen Jiazhou called to her.

Wen Shuqiao hummed in confusion, then slightly raised her head: "What's wrong?"

Shen Jiazhou paused for a moment, his Adam's apple bobbing slightly. He first glanced at the still bubbling soup pot without making it obvious, and then turned his gaze back to Wen Shuqiao after a few seconds: "Didn't you like any of the clothes you wore this morning?"

The bill arrived; it was all for children's clothes.

Wen Shuqiao said, "They all look good, but I have clothes to wear."

Why would a brand give Shen Jiazhou women's clothing for no reason? And even if it were a gift, she wouldn't dare to take advantage of Shen Jiazhou.

Shen Jiazhou has already helped her a lot, and she has nothing to give him in return.

Wen Shuqiao picked up her chopsticks and placed a piece of tender chicken on Cancan's plate: "President Chen, please eat. I don't know if you'll like it."

Then she asked, "Baby, is it delicious?"

Can Can had almost finished a chicken leg when he nodded and said, "So delicious!"

He loves to eat!

After receiving a satisfactory answer, Wen Shuqiao picked up a piece and put it in her bowl.

Shen Jiazhou merely twitched his lips slightly, thinking to himself, "This change of topic is too abrupt."

*

After a hearty meal of coconut chicken, Can Can patted her round belly, and now even her burps smell like fragrant coconut.

He took Shen Jiazhou's hand, lowered his head and stepped onto the escalator, then looked back at his aunt, unable to resist smiling and swaying back and forth.

Wen Shuqiao said, "Stand properly."

Can Can stood still obediently and stopped wobbling.

Shen Jiazhou, standing to the side, held his hand tightly, glanced down at him, and said that Can Can's obedience came in two forms: one was that he would listen if he wanted to, and the other was that he would listen to everything. The latter was triggered only when Wen Shuqiao himself spoke.

He's already used to it!

The three of them went downstairs and were about to leave when Can Can suddenly shrank her neck again. Only then did Wen Shuqiao realize that Can Can's little scarf was still on the sofa in the store.

Wen Shuqiao stopped and called out to Shen Jiazhou: "Cancan forgot her scarf, I'll go get it."

Shen Jiazhou landed on Can Can's neck, which did feel a bit empty. It was windy outside, and the child was prone to catching a cold if she wasn't properly covered up, especially since it was the peak season for colds.

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