Chapter 69 The Father and Son Sneaking Food in the Kitchen at Midnight
Murong Chen stared at the small piece of fish meat, which was white with a hint of black, for a long while before tremblingly putting it into his mouth.
"vomit……"
As soon as the fish entered his mouth, he turned his head to spit it out.
Before he could even spit it out, Murong Ting kicked his little foot under the table.
He instinctively held his mouth shut, chewing mechanically.
Kong Wange, who was standing nearby, couldn't stand it anymore: "Murong Ting, that's enough. Burnt food is unhealthy. If the child doesn't like it, why are you forcing him to eat it..."
"Who said he didn't like it?" he said, turning to Murong Chen. "Is it bad?"
Murong Chen shook his head numbly.
Kong Wange didn't know what to say, so she pulled Kong Ran with her left hand and Murong Chen with her right: "Come on, Ranbao and Chenbao... let's go upstairs and let him eat here slowly by himself."
Chi Bao had already eaten before Murong Ting returned, so there was no need for her to worry.
Murong Chen didn't move his little bottom, caught in a dilemma. With the fish meat still in his mouth, he mumbled, "Mommy, you and my sister go upstairs first. I'll eat with Daddy. Don't worry, Mommy, I'll take good care of myself."
Kong Wange didn't want to put her son in a difficult position, so she sighed and said, "Alright then, if you don't like it, don't eat it. Don't make things difficult for yourself."
"Mm," Murong Chen replied.
Seeing Kong Wange leave, Murong Ting turned around and his expression changed. He quickly said to his son, "Stop eating, spit it out."
Murong Chen spat the fish into the trash can: "...Daddy, at least you still have a conscience."
So, is saving face really that important?
Murong Ting quickly dumped the plate of fish into the trash can, then pulled out two sheets of paper and laid them on top in an attempt to destroy the evidence. Murong Chen was completely speechless.
Destroy him, he's tired.
He has sacrificed so much for this family.
Murong Ting cleared his throat: "This time it wasn't very successful, but it will definitely be fine next time."
There will be a next time?!
Murong Chen said in alarm, "No, no, Daddy, I'm fine with Mommy's cooking. I'm tired and want to go upstairs to rest."
After saying that, he turned around and ran upstairs in a flash.
Murong Ting: "..."
You brat!
It was just a few dishes, how delicious could they be? Yet Kong Wange captivated her so easily.
What a loser!
He turned his head and went into the study.
Time passed by, second by second.
Before we knew it, all was quiet.
The staff worked overtime through the night, sending samples of the new products they had found to the R&D department after dinner.
The product department conducted tests overnight, and after Lin Cheng's screening, the results were reported to him.
He was busy until there were no more messages on his phone or computer, and it was already one o'clock in the morning.
He belatedly realized that he was actually a little hungry.
The last meal was the morning Kong Wange moved in; he ate a simple sandwich, and in the evening, he gave the last bit of decent fish to Murong Chen.
Aside from these, I didn't eat anything else that day.
After hesitating for a moment, he came out of the study and prepared to go to the kitchen.
However, before he even entered the kitchen, he saw a dim light on, and a tiny little thing sitting by the refrigerator, making rustling noises...
He had a vague premonition.
As I approached, I opened the kitchen door—
As expected, it was Murong Chen!
Murong Chen was enjoying his meal when he heard the noise and was startled. He turned around and saw Murong Ting, looking as if he had seen a ghost: "Daddy, Daddy, what are you doing here?!"
"Ahem, what would you like to eat?" Murong Ting glanced over.
As soon as he opened the kitchen door, he smelled a wonderful aroma, just like the dinner Kong Wange had made.
Seeing that he wasn't going to get ready, Murong Chen felt relieved and pulled him along, saying, "I didn't eat enough tonight. This is a stew made by Mommy, and there's some left over that's simmering in chicken broth. Daddy, have some too."
Murong Ting looked at the soup, his Adam's apple bobbing involuntarily.
"Isn't there anything else in the fridge? Why do you insist on eating this?" Murong Ting looked away and glanced around.
“What other food is there? It’s all fresh ingredients, and I don’t know how to cook.” Murong Chen pouted. “Besides, Mommy’s cooking is delicious, so why go to all this trouble?”
He then asked with bright eyes, "Daddy, are you really not going to eat? You didn't eat much tonight either."
"I'm not hungry, I don't want to eat."
Murong Ting forced himself not to look at the bowl of soup, turned around, grabbed a bottle of milk, and was about to leave.
Unexpectedly, as soon as I turned around, my stomach suddenly growled twice.
The kitchen suddenly fell eerily quiet.
"Just now... I didn't call it, did I?" Murong Chen was a little confused.
Without saying a word, Murong Ting took a step and left.
Murong Chen realized that Daddy was hungry!
He quickly grabbed him, saying, "Daddy, don't go!"
"Murong Chen, I'm telling you, don't..."
In that brief moment, a spoonful of soup was shoved directly into his mouth.
Instantly, the steaming soup flowed down my throat and into my internal organs, leaving a sweet and savory taste.
Murong Ting was stunned.
In his entire life... he had never tasted such delicious pickled bamboo shoots and pork soup!
And this is already the second meal.
You can imagine how amazing it will taste when it's freshly made.
Seeing that Murong Ting was stunned, Murong Chen chuckled and said, "Isn't that a bit much, Daddy? I told you, Mommy's cooking is delicious, so you can eat without worry. It's just the two of us now, so I promise I won't tell anyone. If Mommy asks, I'll just say I ate it all."
Murong Ting still couldn't save face.
Murong Chen pulled him up again with all his might.
He sat down next to his son as if possessed, and said stiffly, "The taste is just so-so. Well... give me a bowl, and I'll try it again."
Murong Chen was overjoyed.
That jerk of a daddy, still pretending to be aloof, he's clearly already won over by Mommy's delicious food.
He pulled out a large bowl from the side: "Come on, the rest is all yours."
Murong Ting paused slightly, then inexplicably did not refuse.
Soon, slurping sounds rose and fell from the kitchen.
Kong Ran was so thirsty in the middle of the night that he went out to get some water.
When I opened the kitchen door, I was completely stunned.
Kong Ran watched as two figures, one tall and one short, slurped away by the refrigerator with their backs to her, and nearly dropped the cup in her hand.
What are you all doing?
Murong Ting: "!!!"
Murong Chen: "..."
After a moment, Murong Chen was the first to react, and quickly jumped off the chair: "Hey Ran-jie, Daddy's hungry, come and eat something, don't worry about me."
Murong Ting: You unfilial son, were you just saying whether you were going to tell anyone?
Murong Chen, who was about to betray his father, pushed Kong Ran away while giving her a meaningful look.
However, the siblings clearly lacked tacit understanding. Kong Ran subconsciously said, "He doesn't eat Mommy's cooking, but I see him eating it with more relish than anyone else!"
Murong Ting's back suddenly froze.
Murong Chen quickly pulled Kong Ran aside and whispered, "Ran-jie, please say less. Daddy cares about his image. He definitely doesn't want anyone to know that he secretly ate Mommy's cooking."
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