By noon, all the ingredients were basically prepared, and the small fruit was covered with the freshly kneaded dough.

It is really not easy to cook for twenty-eight people. Xiaoguo rubbed his waist and said that making the dough just now was very strenuous. For twenty-eight people, it took a big bowl of dough to knead the dough. Xiaoguo had to use all his body's strength to knead the dough.

"Thanks for your hard work!"

Xiaoguo said with a smile to the two people who were equally tired.

After spending time together just now, the two chefs relaxed a lot. They were no longer nervous and afraid around Xiaoguo, and could even crack a joke or two.

“It’s not hard!”

The two cooks spoke in unison, with broad smiles on their faces. They really had not expected that the general's wife would be so easy to get along with. However, the general was not arrogant either, and was very tolerant and generous to his subordinates. It seemed that the couple were a perfect match, both of them were tolerant, sincere and kind. How could they be so worthy to have such a pair of masters?

Xiaoguo smiled happily, because it was time for dinner and they still had to prepare lunch, so Xiaoguo didn't bother them. She took a look at the soup in the big pot and left the kitchen after she was sure it was okay.

After returning to the house, Xiaoguo rubbed his waist. He was okay with being tired, as it was just stretched when he was kneading the dough.

After looking around, Xiaoguo didn't see the two children. He didn't worry because he knew the house was safe and they wouldn't get into trouble. They were probably just wandering around.

Xiaoguo walked to the bed, then lay down on it, closed her eyes and massaged her lower back with her back hand.

In the room, Jiang Shanhe's figure slowly approached. Maybe his movements were too gentle, or Xiaoguo was drowsy and didn't hear it. It was not until a pair of big hands as hot as fire covered her waist that Xiaoguo suddenly woke up.

"Don't move."

As soon as the voice came out, Xiao Guo immediately knew who it was, so his whole body unconsciously softened and his raised upper body lay back down.

Jiang Shanhe massaged extremely seriously, with a frown on his face, as if he was not facing the waist, but some precious and rare treasure.

Xiaoguo's breathing gradually became softer and softer, and Jiang Danhe also cooperated by slowing down his movements.

"Mother! Mother!"

Zhuangzhuang's voice suddenly came from outside. Jiang Shanhe's heart skipped a beat. The moment Zhuangzhuang appeared, he stretched out his big hand, covered it, picked it up, and rushed out in one go.

Xiaoguo vaguely heard a noise, but it was so small that it could be ignored, so she did not wake up and continued to sleep.

Zhuangzhuang was dragged out of the house by Jiang Danhe, looking confused. What just happened?

His big eyes flickered as he looked at Jiang Shanhe, as if asking why he was here, but he received no response.

Jiang Shanhe listened quietly to the movements in the room. After making sure that Xiaoguo was not awakened, he had time to look at Zhuangzhuang who was tucked under his arm.

Jiang Shanhe walked a little further away before explaining to Zhuangzhuang, "Your mother fell asleep just now, we shouldn't wake her up."

Zhuangzhuang finally understood the reason, but he continued to stare at him with wide eyes.

Jiang Shanhe frowned. Was it possible that he didn't hear what he said just now? Zhuangzhuang nodded in Jiang Shanhe's arms, reminding him.

"What's wrong?"

Jiang Shanhe still didn't know what he meant.

Seeing this, Zhuangzhuang could only helplessly increase his movements and try hard to touch Jiang Shanhe's palm with his lips.

It took Jiang Shanhe a while to understand what he meant. His face was filled with embarrassment. He then slowly put Zhuangzhuang on the ground and reached out to smooth out the wrinkles on his body that had been caused by his own abuse.

Zhuangzhuang looked helpless. Was he trying to suffocate himself just now?

"By the way, what do you want to do with your mother?"

Jiang Shanhe couldn't stand Zhuangzhuang's accusing look, so when he saw the paper in his hand, he immediately changed the subject.

Zhuangzhuang really forgot about the incident and immediately told him the good news, "This is the poem I just copied, it's all in the original script!"

There was unconcealable pride in his tone, and he looked at Jiang Shanhe with sparkling eyes, hiding an unknown emotion.

Humph, I don't want his praise, no! Don't be arrogant and show off.

Although Jiang Shanhe didn't understand his emotions, he took it and looked at it carefully, nodding as he read, "Not bad."

After hearing this, Zhuangzhuang's tense nerves relaxed instantly, and what followed was happiness and a hint of satisfaction.

"The writing is clear, powerful, and well-rounded. Not bad..."

Jiang Shanhe looked at him happily. The more he looked, the more pleased and proud he felt. This was his son!

"Son, give this to your father. I will find a scroll to frame it."

Zhuangzhuang was a little hesitant at the moment, he was thinking about giving it to his mother...

However, Zhuangzhuang looked up at Jiang Shanhe, who was happier than himself, and made a decision in his heart, "I'll give it to you."

Finally, Zhuangzhuang said proudly that he gave it to Jiang Shanhe and would go to write two copies for his mother later.

Jiang Shanhe happily picked up Zhuangzhuang and ignored his struggle. He imitated Xiaoguo's actions and kissed him on the little face. Although he was a little shy and uncomfortable, and felt that it was awkward for a father and son to do such things, the touch of the kiss on the face and the psychological pleasure made Jiang Shanhe unable to stop. He once again felt the bond between father and son.

Zhuangzhuang covered his face with an expression of disbelief. The touch and feeling inside were completely different from his mother's...

This was the first time that Zhuangzhuang and Jiang Shanhe truly looked into each other's eyes. The two looked at each other's faces as if they were copied and pasted, and an indescribable feeling surged in their hearts.

This feeling urged Zhuangzhuang to reach out and hug him, and he did just that.

Jiang Shanhe carefully felt Zhuangzhuang's embrace, and couldn't help but feel moist in his eyes. He hugged Zhuangzhuang back with the same strength, "Dad is sorry for you and your mother. I made you wait for me for too long."

After hearing this, Zhuangzhuang buried his head in his neck, wiped his tears vigorously, then raised his head and looked at him seriously, "I forgive you once, and this is the last time."

"For the last time!"

What Jiang Shanhe said sounded like a guarantee, like an oath.

Zhuangzhuang's tangled emotions of the past few days were instantly swept away. Without the barrier between them, the father and son became closer.

"Dad will go find the axle and hang it up now."

Jiang Shanhe held Zhuangzhuang in one hand and the rice paper in the other, and unfolded it carefully, fearing that it would be wrinkled or damaged.

Zhuangzhuang nestled in Jianzhuang's stable arms, feeling a chest that was obviously different from Xiaoguo's, but he felt extremely stable and happy inside. It turned out that this was his father's chest...

Seeing how Jiang Shanhe cherished it, Zhuangzhuang felt a little embarrassed, and his cheeks flushed. "I'll write another one for you later."

Zhuangzhuang's voice was very soft, but Jiang Danhe could just hear it, so he happily kissed Zhuangzhuang on the face again.

Despite this, Jiang Shanhe still framed it carefully and hung it in the study so that he would look at it every day. He also decided that if Zhuangzhuang gave him a few more copies, he would keep one in his arms, one by his bedroom, and one by his dining room, so that he could see it day and night with his eyes open or closed.

Although Zhuangzhuang seemed to think it was a bit exaggerated, he couldn't help but cheer for joy in his heart that he attached so much importance to him.