Only then did Tang Zhixia think of it, and quickly let go of his hand. The little guy took a breath, blinked his big eyes and retorted, "Mommy, your cooking skills are obviously great, why are you so panicked?"
Tang Zhixia looked at his son speechlessly, "Are you so happy to tear down my mother?"
Ouch! It’s also her fault. She has always taught her son to tell the truth and not to panic. After all, she is still very confident in her cooking skills.
"Uncle Xi, let's go shopping with mommy!" the little guy raised his head and said.
Tang Zhixia didn't even have room to say no, so the little guy got into Xi Jiuchen's car. Thinking that he had helped her before, and she wanted to ask him to help her son participate in parent-child activities, it was appropriate to treat him to a meal.
She also got in the car, and Xi Jiuchen drove to a nearby shopping mall.
Tang Zhixia asked her son to wait in the car with him. She went to the mall to quickly buy groceries for the evening and drove all the way back to the apartment downstairs.
Back in the apartment, Tang Zhixia always thought that the two-bedroom apartment was enough for her and her son, but it wasn't until she accommodated this man that she realized how small her home was.
"You stay with Chenchen! I'm going to the kitchen." Tang Zhixia just wanted to make a dinner quickly, and the man would leave after finishing it.
The little guy is no longer three years old and doesn't need anyone to accompany him. He said to Xi Jiuchen, "Uncle Xi, why don't you go help my mommy cook! I'm going to do my homework."
Xi Jiuchen looked at the slender figure in the kitchen and nodded, "Okay! Go do your homework!"
The little guy went back to his room to do his homework. The tall figure of the man walked towards the kitchen. Tang Zhixia was about to go to the refrigerator to get something. So.
There was a collision at the kitchen door.
Tang Zhixia bumped into the man's arms, and the man was so anxious that he quickly wrapped his arms around her small waist, and the two of them were close to each other.
Tang Zhixia's pretty face was startled and she wanted to retreat. She kicked her hands and heels to the low threshold of the kitchen door and was about to fall back.
She opened her hand and yanked the man's hand, and the man held his waist again, this time, even closer, and she even hugged his strong waist tightly.
Tang Zhixia immediately broke away from him, crowded aside in panic, and said angrily, "Can you sit on the sofa so as not to cause more trouble?"
A certain man is really innocent.
He just wanted to come over to see if she needed help, but she fell in love with him twice and got scolded by her.
"Do you need help?" Xi Jiuchen narrowed his eyes and asked.
"No need." Tang Zhixia frowned and replied.
Xi Jiuchen could only sit back on the sofa and watch this woman walking around in the kitchen, busy with dinner for the three of them.
He suddenly felt as if there was a power that washed away fatigue in this small room, making him feel relaxed and comfortable all over.
Tang Zhixia cooked the mushroom and chicken legs that her son loved, stir-fried two side dishes, and cooked a pot of ribs and corn soup.
It took her an hour to do this.
The man on the sofa also sat and watched her for an hour. Xi Jiuchen found that just watching this woman cooking, she felt like she couldn't get enough.
What's wrong with him?
The little guy deliberately hid in the room and did not come out. He wanted to give Uncle Xi and Mommy a private space so that they could develop their relationship. Maybe one day, Uncle Xi could truly become his daddy.
Although the little guy is young, he can tell that mommy only regards Zhan Qingye as a friend and has no real intention to marry him. And maybe mommy likes this Uncle Xi?
Tang Zhixia served the dishes and looked at the man on the sofa with a sudden look. He was tall and straight, sitting on the small sofa in the hall, showing his elegance and dignity.
"It's time to eat." After Tang Zhixia prepared the rice and vegetables, he knocked on his son's door and urged him to come out to eat.
The little guy opened the door and said to the man on the sofa, "Uncle Xi, let's wash our hands and eat!"
"Okay." Xi Jiuchen took him to the bathroom to wash his hands.
At the dinner table, the man looked at the three dishes and one soup. Although they were all home-cooked dishes, they made him very appetizing. Even the food in a five-star restaurant was not as tempting as the bowls of dishes in front of him.
Tang Zhixia finished wiping her hands in the kitchen, and when she came out, a bowl of rice was served in front of her, which was cooked by a man.
