After Shen Fei put a few chili peppers into his mouth, he realized what a terrible thing he had just done. But under the gaze of those eyes, he couldn't spit out the chili peppers he put in his mouth. That would be terrible. It was really embarrassing to leave it on the doorstep, wrong, on the dinner table!
As a result, Shen Fei swallowed the pepper into his stomach without hesitation, with a sense of justice, and as if he was about to die. In an instant, his stomach seemed to be about to explode, but his face was filled with a soul-stirring smile. [ ]
Shen Ling looked at the small movements of the pair of children in front of her, and a warm smile appeared on her face. It was very sincere, and completely different from the smile she usually used when dealing with men. Shen Ling even thought about what would happen if this continued. Okay. But then, she thought of her family and her identity; and then she thought that Mengdie must be a wealthy lady, and Shen Fei and she were so different that it was impossible.
"But my son's state must be that he is deeply infatuated with this child named Mengdie." Shen Ling, who was struggling in the entertainment scene, naturally knew what her son's actions and the emotion in his eyes meant.
"It seems that it's time to find some time to have a good talk with my son." Shen Ling said in her heart.
Mengdie smiled, pursed her lips, picked up a chili pepper, and put it into her mouth. As soon as she bit it, Mengdie's brows immediately furrowed deeply. The feeling was not spicy, but painful. It hurt so much... …
"What's wrong? The pepper is so spicy, don't eat it!" Shen Fei saw this and said hurriedly. When he was about to continue, he saw blood oozing from the corner of Mengdie's mouth.
"Mengdie..."
"It's okay." Mengdie quickly wiped away the blood from the corner of her mouth. She knew it was because she bit her tongue too hard last night to regain her consciousness, but when she was laughing with Shen Fei, she forgot to do that. What's more, I even picked up the chili pepper, but the wound that hadn't healed yet burst open again.
"It's bleeding and you say it's okay." Shen Ling also put down the bowl and chopsticks and asked with concern, "Is there any injury on your tongue?"
Zhuang Mengdie nodded.
"Mengdie, please wait a moment." Shen Fei said and walked to the kitchen.
"Shen Fei, what are you doing?"
"I'm going to make some porridge."
Shen Ling followed her son to the kitchen and asked her son to go out and she would do it, but Shen Fei insisted on doing it by herself. Shen Ling could not be stubborn and had to come out to accompany Mengdie, while Mengdie looked at the man walking back and forth in the narrow kitchen. The busy figure...
A teardrop fell from the corner of his eye, a teardrop of happiness.