Through the crack in the door, Mu Wanqing could clearly see Yang Mufan's tall and stern figure, shuttling in the long and narrow kitchen. Unlike other people who entered the kitchen and were busy taking care of several pots at the same time, Yang Mufan not only did not panic,
On the contrary, everything is in order...
Just like when he is in control of everything, he is strategizing and full of confidence.
Nine p.m.
After Yang Mufan put the last dish on the table - Yang Muan's favorite fish soup, he calmly said in a low voice: "Eat it."
Seeing a table full of delicacies that were both delicious and delicious, Mu Wanqing found it hard to believe that this was made by Yang Mufan.
Although this is not the first time she has seen Yang Mufan's superb cooking skills.
It's simply better than the chefs in first-class restaurants.
Yang Mufan looked at Mu Wanqing and his son, hesitating and not moving his chopsticks. He frowned.
He took his son's bowl and while scooping out the fish soup, he said: "An'an, try the fish soup made by your uncle. Is it as delicious as the one made by my mother?"
As he spoke, he pushed half a bowl of fish soup in front of Yang Mu'an.
And before Yang Mu An moved the spoon, he didn't forget to turn his head to look at Mu Wanqing.
He has become accustomed to eating together with Yang Mufan.
But in Xishangyuan, the food was cooked by the chefs in the kitchen. This was the first time he had eaten something cooked by his uncle himself, so he instinctively wanted to ask his mother for her opinion.
Mu Wanqing received her son's seeking eyes, she smiled slightly, touched his little head, and then said: "An'an, if uncle tells you to eat, just eat it obediently. It's hard for uncle to cook so many dishes. An'an wants to eat today."
Eat a lot, okay?!"
"Yes." Yang Mu'an nodded obediently, then grabbed the spoon, politely said thank you to Yang Mufan, and then took big mouthfuls of the fish soup to eat.
Yang Mufan frowned at her son's "thank you". Although it was a good thing to be polite, it was really hard to make people feel comfortable when their son was so polite to him.
Yang Mufan's frown did not escape Mu Wanqing's eyes. She knew in her heart that Yang Mufan might be concerned that An An was too distant from him, so she pursed her lips and whispered: "An An, fish soup."
It’s too hot. Eat slowly and let uncle feed you, okay?!”
With that said, Mu Wanqing had already pushed Yang Muan's bowl in front of Yang Mufan.
Mu Wanqing had to admit: This year's winter in City A was too cold. News media reported that it was the coldest season in a century. However, she felt that this year's winter was much warmer and brighter than any other year.
The night when it was just the three of them having dinner was so beautiful, so peaceful, so warm...
After dinner, the snow stopped for a while, and Yang Muan was clamoring to make a snow doll in the yard.
Mu Wanqing felt it was too cold and was worried that Yang Muan would catch a cold, so she refused to let Yang Muan go out. However, Yang Mufan already took a shovel and shouted to Yang Muan: "An'an, follow your uncle to build a snowman."
When Yang Mu'an heard this, she was so excited that she jumped up and rushed out. Mu Wanqing's brows furrowed deeply, and she shouted loudly: "Wait a minute, I'll go upstairs to get some clothes.
An'an, you are wearing too little and you will freeze in a while, what should you do..."
