So when Yan Shao heard the clear and familiar child's voice saying "Love delivery is here!", he was so surprised that he immediately stood up from his seat.
"Zizai, Ying'er, what brings you two here?" An excited man came around from behind the desk and greeted them enthusiastically.
“Your precious son was worried you were hungry, so he kept making a fuss and insisted on bringing you dinner. Since you can eat anywhere anyway, why not just pack some and bring it over to eat with you!”
Zhu Qianying spoke casually, and before she knew it, she had already taken Zizai's hand and walked into the reception room.
Five years ago, Zhu Qianying also personally delivered dinner to Yan Shao, but at that time, it was not voluntary for her.
Five years later, she personally delivered dinner to Yan Shao again. Although she said it wasn't voluntary, Yan Shao felt that if she didn't want to come, even if Zizai threw a tantrum, she wouldn't come with him.
Therefore, Yan Shao secretly interpreted her actions today as voluntary, and thus, before he even took a bite of food, a warm current surged in his stomach and lower abdomen.
He followed the mother and son into the living room with a smile. Qin Xiu, having heard the news, also rushed over to freeload a meal. Then, unsurprisingly, he received a fierce glare from his own father.
Originally, Zhu Qianying had prepared Qin Xiu's dinner together, but Qin Xiu took two lunchboxes, one with rice and the other with vegetables, and rolled back to his office to eat.
It wasn't that he was particularly sensible; rather, he simply couldn't stand the way his master stared at him with such a murderous gaze, making his scalp tingle. In the end, he had no choice but to sensibly take his portion of food and leave.
"Young Master Yan, is it really necessary?"
Zhu Qianying wasn't blind, so of course she saw Yan Shao's extremely petty and stingy words and actions towards Qin Xiu.
Yan Shao shrugged. "How could it not be? It's rare for me to have a meal with my wife and son, and this is our first family meal in the office. Doesn't he feel awkward, being an outsider, insisting on barging in?"
Well, now that Yan Shao has said that, it's not that he was wrong, but rather that Qin Xiu was being tactless.
Zhu Qianying was too lazy to protest against Yan Shao's increasingly fluent use of the word "wife," because she knew that protesting would be futile.
Seeing that she was completely indifferent to the word "wife," Yan Shao was secretly pleased. He was about to try to get some verbal advantage when he heard his son say something.
"Daddy, the soup was made by Zizai and Mommy together!"
Zizai boasted to Yan Shao, "I put the chicken in there, and so did the herbs!"
Yan Shao pinched the little guy's cheek, but his smiling gaze fell on Zhu Qianying's face.
"What kind of medicinal herbs? For health maintenance?"
The bright smile in Yan Shao's dark eyes made Zhu Qianying's heart tremble. It took a lot of effort for her to control herself from stabbing him straight with her chopsticks.
Zhu Qianying returned his smile with an equally bright one, "It's good for your brain!"
Yan Shao blinked, looking quite pleased with himself. "Hmm, not bad, I do need to work on my brain!"
Zizai giggled, "Daddy needs brain-boosting supplements, Daddy is a big idiot!"
Yan Shao patted his head, "Silly boy, don't gloat."
Zizai grinned as he ate his rice. Yan Shao reached out and covered the little guy's eyes, his handsome face suddenly close to Zhu Qianying's, his eyes looking straight into hers, and he spoke in a deep and ambiguous voice.
"If I were smarter, could I have brought you home sooner?"
Zhu Qianying never expected that her attempt to ridicule Yan Shao's stupidity would backfire and end up digging her own grave. Should she jump into this pit or not?
"Why would you take me back? To lay eggs?"
You have to jump into the pit you dug yourself, even if you're crying. You just hope that this jump will take you directly to the other side of the pit, instead of falling into it and never being able to climb out again.
Yan Shao looked her over with great interest, then raised his hand, lifted her chin, and gave her a light peck on the lips.
"Warm the bed!"
After conveying his ambiguous feelings, Yan Shao straightened up, withdrew his hands, and pretended that nothing had happened. He picked up his bowl and chopsticks, picked up some food, and started eating rice.
Zhu Qianying vowed never to be quick-witted in front of this man again, because he always had a way of turning the tables, and in the end, she was always the one who suffered!
Completely unaware that his mother had been teased by his father, the young master tilted his head back, his eyes darting around, his gaze sweeping over his father, who was grinning like a cat caught stealing a treat, and his mother, whose ears had turned red.
I thought to myself, "Hmm, I guess I'm really going to be a big brother soon!"
The meal, both in terms of taste and atmosphere, greatly increased Yan Shao's appetite. He usually eats two bowls of rice, but today he ate three large bowls.
"Daddy, with us with you, you have a really good appetite, right?"
Little Zizai served Yan Shao rice and tilted his head proudly as he said this.
"Yes, Zizai and Mommy are Daddy's domperidone!"
Zhu Qianying frowned slightly. This man was getting more and more mushy!
Is she actually imitating a milk tea advertisement and implying that she and Vic Zhou are his appetite stimulants?
"Daddy, what the heck is 'Domperidone'?"
Perhaps finding the term strange, the young master clearly didn't like Yan Shao using it to describe himself and his mother.
Zhu Qianying glared at Yan Shao, warning him to stop being disgusting, and then patiently explained to Zizai.
"Domperidone is a gastrointestinal motility drug that can be used for indigestion caused by delayed gastric emptying, acid reflux, and esophagitis."
After listening to his mother's explanation, Zizai blinked and looked Yan Shao up and down seriously. "Daddy, are you sick?"
He doesn't understand the technical jargon, anyway, the point is that he's "sick"!
Zhu Qianying couldn't help but laugh out loud, and then winked at Yan Shao with a hint of smugness and defiance.
"Baby, you guessed it, your daddy's sick!"
Yan Shao was not annoyed by Zhu Qianying's provocation and slander. He first glanced at his son, then looked at Zhu Qianying meaningfully and nodded in agreement.
"That's right, I'm sick!"
Five years ago, he contracted a strange disease called Zhu Qianying.
Although he was incredibly wealthy and handsome, he couldn't find a cure for this strange illness.
Fortunately, fate was merciful and, just when he was about to despair, sent the antidote back to him.
Zhu Qianying felt her scalp tingle under his gaze, and her heart felt like it was being run wild by countless little deer.
She turned her face away, bent down, and placed the braised pork with the secret recipe that Young Master Yan had been enjoying lately in front of him.
Yan Shao watched with satisfaction as her face gradually flushed red, then reached out with his chopsticks and picked up a piece of braised pork.
Recently, Young Master Yan's dietary preferences have become more and more down-to-earth. It's not that his taste has deteriorated, but rather that Chen Jing and Zhu Qianying's cooking skills are truly remarkable. They can always make the most ordinary dishes incredibly delicious.
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