C9 Daddy Is too Fierce for Mommy to Go Home

Muqingxuan led Xiaochen to the kitchen and started to study what they were doing for dinner.

"Muxiaojie, leave the cooking matter to the chef. You can accompany the young master out to play." The Lansao followed them to the kitchen nervously, blocking in front of the refrigerator. She had not forgotten how terrifying the Muxiaojie was when it came to cooking.

The always talkative Young Master eats food cooked by the Muxiaojie? Just from her imagination, she had already guessed the young master's reaction. This was the true shadow of a child.

Muqingxuan knew what Lansao's reaction was, but she really wanted to let them know that she was different from before. Furthermore, she wanted to cook dinner for Xiaochen. Didn't they say that having a home filled with fire and smoke would allow children to grow physically and mentally more healthy?

"Lansao, I really know how to cook right now, don't worry." The Muqingxuan smiled warmly at her.

Moyanrui stood not far behind them as he watched their interaction.

"Lansao, let her do it." On the contrary, he wanted to see how she would resolve the situation. The Xiaochen's mouth was filled with deceit, she had even changed her family's chefs several times. At most, they could just let the chef off the hook in the end.

Moyanrui was slightly surprised that Moyanrui actually agreed to it. After all, he was the one who had been the most poisoned by her culinary arts.

Muqingxuan instructed Xiaochen and Moyanrui to stand outside the kitchen and wait. Firstly, there was too much oil and smoke, and secondly, she was worried that she would not be able to take care of the child and injure him.

After the Xiaochen had ordered the dishes, what she wanted to make today was the fried eggs with shrimp, the Sweet 'n' Sour Ribs, the cuisine of children with white shellfish stewed in soup and the stir-fried cabbage heart.

Having to cook four dishes at once, Lansao frowned. He thought to himself that today's cleaning should be pretty heavy.

But after Muqingxuan started, the steps were still rather orderly. She first took out the materials and cut them into pieces. Because the kitchen here was large and there were quite a number of stoves, she cooked almost at the same time. When there was a gap, she would conveniently clean up the kitchen counter, slowly, as if she had become a completely different person compared to when she flipped in the kitchen five years ago.

Xiaochen was not willing to wait outside to eat, so he pulled Moyanrui by the door to observe the cooking Muqingxuan.

Moyanrui was also surprised, judging from the way she cooked, she had changed a lot compared to five years ago. As he watched her in the kitchen, he had the illusion that they were just a normal little family, with her husband and son leaning by the door, watching her cook, warm and happy.

The happiness that these ordinary people felt when they reached out their hand was like a stranger to him. Initially, Muqingxuan had said that she wanted to warm his heart, so she decided to cook to let him experience this happiness. However, as she had never gone to the kitchen before, this warmth almost turned into a disaster.

Thinking about her miserable state when she cooked for the first time five years ago, the corners of Moyanrui's mouth unconsciously raised slightly.

Lansao stood at the side and really wanted to help, but Muqingxuan had already expressed that she wanted to do it herself, so she could only stand there and do nothing. However, this allowed her to catch the warm smile that her young master had almost never revealed in the past five years. In this regard, she had to struggle to resist the urge to cry.

In the beginning, she could not understand why her young master would want to find this woman who had abandoned her father and son. But now, she understood, because even though her young master had his own resentment, he still loved the Muxiaojie.

From the looks of the situation these two days, the Muqingxuan's love for the young master was not fake, or perhaps there was some sort of secret behind it. If that was the case, she would have to help them.

"Daddy, Mommy looks so good when she cooks. Let's take a picture of her." Xiaochen pulled on Moyanrui's sleeves and he took out his phone.

Maybe because he felt their intense gazes, Muqingxuan turned his head and smiled towards them.

Roughly half an hour later, the Muqingxuan's dishes were ready. The disaster they were worried about did not happen. That dish looks pretty good.

"It looks pretty good, but if the taste isn't good, Xiaochen won't buy it either. I'll give you a precaution first, so that you won't feel too sad later on." Moyanrui cleared his throat and said sarcastically.

The Muqingxuan rolled his eyes and gently urged the Xiaolang to quickly give it a try. She was quite confident in her current cooking skills.

Xiaochen tried out a mouthful of each dish and smiled sweetly: "Delicious, I like it."

Muqingxuan only asked Xiaochen to give it a try, and the two of them continued to interact happily. Moyanrui, who was being coldly looked at, didn't even have the face to move his chopsticks, he was too angry in his heart.

"Daddy, aren't you going to eat? "It's delicious." Seeing that the Moyanrui did not start, Xiaochen raised his head and asked curiously.

Muqingxuan seemed to understand Moyanrui's thoughts and wanted to purposely fix him up, so he lowered his face and said, "Xiaochen, Daddy might not like to eat these dishes, it's enough for us to eat."

As he said that, he even intentionally moved the dish towards the Xiaochen and himself.

"Who said I don't want to eat anymore?" Moyanrui never thought that this woman would actually want him to not eat it. It was simply hateful, he glared at her, and then picked up a few pieces from each dish.

Moyanrui thought that since Xiaochen wanted to support her in cooking, she had to force herself to say it was delicious and likable. However, when he tried it now, it really tasted good. In terms of cooking skills, she had improved at a rapid pace over the past few years.

"Mommy, can you make coconut chicken?" Xiaochen suddenly asked.

"Of course, that's not difficult."

After Muqingxuan finished speaking, his black eyes were brimming with surprise and joy, "There's no coconut today, Mommy. After buying the coconut, can you cook for me?"

"Of course! However, Xiaochen, do you really like eating coconuts? " Muqingxuan asked curiously.

Xiaochen suddenly nodded his head: "I like it."

"Moyanrui, does he have a nickname?" Muqingxuan had always thought that this child's breast name was extremely cute, although the Xiaochen's name was also very nice.

Moyanrui shook his head.

"Then why don't we call the Xiaochen Coconut?" she suggested excitedly.

"Coconut?" Moyanrui frowned, obviously not satisfied, "You like eating coconuts, and you want to call it coconut?"

Muqingxuan rolled his eyes at him. "Don't you think it's cute? The more simple the name, the easier it will be to raise the child, do you understand? "

Before Moyanrui could retort, Xiaochen had already turned the tables on him.

"I like the name coconut. Mommy, will you call me coconut from now on?" Although Xiaochen didn't know what a breast was, his father had just said, "If you like eating coconuts, you have to call it coconut?", which meant that Mommy would call him coconut in the future.

Muqingxuan nodded. "That's right, coconut."

Moyanrui realized that they had already started shouting, there was no room for him to object from the start.

Perhaps because he felt that Moyanrui was not in a good mood, the coconut kid shoes' gaze wandered between his parents, and weakly asked: "Mommy, because Daddy is too fierce, Mommy won't go home, right?"