"Oh~" Song Jinze responded softly, and then his thin lips curled up slightly, "Xiaochen is worried that his mother will be snatched away by Shu Siyu, and wants to ask his father for help?"
Song Yuchen's little heart skipped a beat. Oops, dad is too smart!
Grandpa also said that a war never tires of deceit.
At this time, he can't get into trouble just because his father exposed what he said. He must make amends in time.
The little guy blinked his eyes and said in a slightly higher voice, "No dad, it's Shu Siyu's dad who is really handsome. I'm telling you this because I want you to pay attention to your wife."
After listening to the little guy's words, Song Jinze's handsome face didn't change much, "Go to bed quickly."
Song Yuchen was stunned for a moment. Did his father refuse?
He pouted, "Dad, you haven't answered me yet."
He has said so much, why is his father still indifferent? What if Ye Zhenzhen really divorces him and becomes Shu Siyu's stepmother? What should he do?
"Song Yuchen! It's already 10:36 now." Song Jinze's voice was low, with a hint of warning in his voice.
Song Yuchen looked at his father with an angry look on his face. He climbed down from the sofa and said, "Humph, Dad, if you do this, your wife will be lost sooner or later."
"Hey!" Song Jinze chuckled and touched his son's head, "If you don't go to bed, can you get up to make breakfast tomorrow morning?"
Suddenly, the little guy's face was overjoyed, and his father agreed!
"Okay, dad, I'll be waiting for you in the kitchen at 6:30 tomorrow morning!"
Song Jinze: "Yeah."
Ye Zhenzhen, who was already lying down on the bed in the master bedroom, didn't know that the father and son were talking in the study.
She is a person with relatively good sleep quality, probably because of her work. When she is tired enough, she will habitually lie down and fall asleep.
After Song Jinze finished handling things in the study, he went back to the room, took a shower and lay on the bed to sleep.
The woman who had already fallen asleep seemed to feel something strange. Her closed eyes moved slightly and her long eyelashes trembled slightly. Then she turned over and put her slender arms on the man's shoulders.
Song Jinze frowned slightly, listening to the woman's shallow breathing, his nose was also filled with the woman's faint body fragrance, wrapped in the aroma of shower gel, which smelled somewhat good...
He reached out and turned off the bedside lamp. When he turned sideways, he bent his long arms and gently took the woman into his arms...
Early the next morning.
As usual, Li Ma went from the nanny's room to the main hall of the villa to work.
Before she even approached the kitchen, the two servants standing at the door winked at her, signaling that someone was in the kitchen.
Mother Li looked surprised, walked to the kitchen door and looked inside.
In the huge kitchen, there were a father and a son, one old and one young. Song Jinze stood in front of the cabinet and carefully read the detailed instructions for making breakfast on the tablet.
Song Yuchen stood on the small bench and watched the video with his father with his little head raised, and kept asking questions;
"Dad, the sandwich needs tomato, lettuce, and chicken breast, right?"
Song Jinze: "Yeah."
"Dad, why don't we give Mom a cup of rice milk? This rice milk is white and looks delicious!"
Song Jinze: "Okay."
After asking two questions, Song Yuchen frowned and said, "Dad, don't you know how to cook? Why don't you do it all the time?"
"I need to see what I need for breakfast."
Song Yuchen:......
That means she doesn’t know how to cook. Last time Ye Zhenzhen cooked without looking at her tablet at all, and she was able to make delicious dumplings...
Thinking of this, the little guy felt as if he had discovered a new secret;
Dad is such a smart and powerful person, but he can’t cook!
After Li Ma understood what was going on, she turned around and walked towards the restaurant.
The servant standing nearby came over and whispered to Li Ma: "Li Ma, when we came here this morning, we saw the husband and the young master in the kitchen. They didn't let us go in to help. This should be okay, right?"
Ma Li turned to look at the servant, "It's okay. You can go do other things. You don't need to make breakfast today."
The two servants nodded and left.
Li Ma was also about to go about her own business, but before leaving the restaurant, she returned to the kitchen door, picked up her phone and secretly took a video of a few seconds, and sent it to Mrs. Song and Mr. Song respectively.
She also added a sentence below the video: The father and son were making breakfast for his wife together, which was the first time.
It can be said that Li's mother has watched Song Jinze grow up. For such new things, she naturally wants to share them with the elders of the Song family.
Within a minute of sending her WeChat message, she received a reply;
[Mrs. Song]: This is really a long time coming!
Mrs. Song had just gotten up. When she saw the backs of her son and Xiaochen in the video, she couldn't help but smile.
Mrs. Song thought it was a good thing for her son to go to the kitchen.
Her son's life was finally a little lively.
[Mr. Song]: Well done Zhenzhen!
Mr. Song felt that his grandson must be very capable to get up early to make breakfast for his wife.
If Zhen Zhen doesn't have the skills, how can that brat get up so early to make breakfast?
When they lived together before, he, an old man, had never seen that brat enter the kitchen, let alone cook!
Ye Zhenzhen woke up, washed herself and changed clothes, then went to the children's house to see Song Yuchen.
The maid was cleaning the children's room. Seeing Ye Zhenzhen coming over, she quickly said hello, "Good morning, Madam."
Ye Zhenzhen nodded slightly, "Good morning, has Xiaochen gone downstairs?"
She looked at the time on her phone and saw that it was only 7 o'clock, thinking that the little one wouldn't get up so early.
The servant replied: "Madam, the young master is in the kitchen."
kitchen?
Ye Zhenzhen instantly remembered what the little guy said in the kindergarten yesterday afternoon.
Could this little breast dumpling be making breakfast for her in the kitchen?
Ye Zhenzhen thought about it, her steps quickened, and she hurriedly walked downstairs.
The child is still so young, how can he be allowed to go to a dangerous place like the kitchen?
As for Song Jinze, Ye Zhenzhen really doesn't think much about it. The man's time is very full on weekdays, so forget it when he is on a business trip. When he is not on a business trip, he always gets up early, goes to exercise first, and then goes to work.
After Ye Zhenzhen walked to the first floor, she walked straight towards the kitchen.
However, before she entered the kitchen, she heard Xiaochen's excited milky sounds coming from inside;
"Wow! Dad, you are really amazing!"
They're not really making her breakfast, are they?
While Ye Zhenzhen was thinking about it, Xiaochen had already gotten off the bench and walked out of the kitchen. He was going to go upstairs to call Ye Zhenzhen for breakfast.
As a result, the little short leg ran to the door of the kitchen and saw Ye Zhenzhen, "Mom, you're up. Dad and I made breakfast for you. Go sit down quickly and let's eat together!"
After the little guy finished speaking, he took Ye Zhenzhen's hand and walked towards the dining table.
