Stop There, Daddy

Wen Luo had a habit of running in the morning. No matter where she was on a business trip or anywhere, she would change into sportswear and run for half an hour.

On the first day of staying at He Siming’s house, she still got up at 6 o’clock in the morning to change her clothes and walked out of make one’s way noiselessly to. She deliberately put her movements lightly, worried that she would disturb He Siming and his son.

He Siming lived in the most famous villa area in Yong City. The greening environment was well done, and it was ranked in the count as one of the very best position in Yong City.

She started running along the road of the residential area. Along the way, she listened to the cries of birds as she breathed in the freshest air and wiped away her sleepiness.

Just as she was about to take a turn and run again, a person stood at the corner.

“Mr. He, why are you here?”

She didn’t expect He Siming to be dressed in a sports suit, standing near the flower bed as if he was waiting for someone?

“Good morning, I got up and ran in the morning too,” he smiled and greeted her.

“But didn’t you say last night that you were used to sports tonight?”

“Uhh,” he said with an awkward expression, “It won’t be bad if you exercise more.”

She nodded in agreement. “That’s right. In that case, we might as well run together!

“Alright!” He didn’t have to waste any time, thinking about how to ask her to exercise together.

Wen Luo was used to running slower and He Siming deliberately slowed down to jog with her.

Just as he was about to reach the gates of the residential area, he suddenly stopped and asked, “Have you had breakfast?” Would you like to go out and buy something to eat?

The two of them went out to look at the breakfast stall outside the community. Although the fragrance was smelly, the process of making it was a little rough, and it looked like it was very clean.

She shook her head reluctantly. “The weather has been hot recently. I think it’s best not to buy anything outside. Be careful and eat the stomach.”

“Alright, then let’s go back. Wen Baobao should be awake now.”

He Siming guessed correctly. They had just returned home when Wen Baobao brushed his teeth, washed his face and lay on the sofa with a lollipop in his mouth. He was watching TV with a eat with appetite full of young masters!

Seeing how casual his son was, He Siming’s face sank and he said unhappily, “Wen Baobao, who taught you to lie on the sofa and watch TV like this?” There are no rules.

Wen Baobao said indifferently, “Daddy, the rules are for people to see, not for you.”

A group of black crows flew over He Siming’s head. “Hurry up and get up. I think you’ve been itchy recently!”

“Father, how do you know that I was bitten by mosquitoes yesterday? foretell like a prophet, this wave of operation is my suit!”

“What are you talking about?” He Siming’s face darkened and he was really angry.

However, Wen Baobao still acted as if he had done whatever he wanted. If he usually did not dare to be so stubborn with He Siming, but Mother Wen was present, he knew that he would not be punished no matter what he did.

Wen Luo watched the interaction between the father and son. He wanted to laugh inexplicably. He Siming didn’t go online and naturally didn’t hear the online language in Wen Baobao’s mouth. Nowadays, children are very smart. They can learn anything from the Internet, especially children like Wen Baobao, who has high business, have many things at a time.

Seeing that He Siming was about to get angry, she quickly pulled him back and tried to smooth things over, “Children, you like to be unrestrained. It’s nothing. Mr. He, you don’t have to worry too much about it. Besides, you’re at home and not outside, so you can feel free.”

“Mommy Wen loves the baby the most,” Wen Baobao jumped off the sofa and rushed over to hug Winduo. He couldn’t shake her off even if he stuck to her. “Mama Wen, I’m hungry. Can you make breakfast for me?”

She wasn’t very good at cooking. To be precise, she was just a little better than a kitchen idiot.

“Wen Baobao, don’t be willful. I’ll give you some takeout,” He Siming was worried that Wen Luo would stop him if it was difficult.

“No, I have to eat Mommy Wen’s food. If I don’t cook it for me, I’ll starve to death!”

Wen Baobao saw that He Siming wouldn’t do anything to him and was clamouring to eat the breakfast made by Wen Luo. He Siming had no choice.

“Alright, baby, stop messing around. Will Mother Wen cook for you?” But Mother Wen can say it in advance. My cooking skills aren’t very good, “Wenrot was worried that Wen Baobao wouldn’t be used to eating things he made.

“It’s fine. As long as it’s Mommy Wen, you’ll make the best delicious food in the world.”

Wen Baobao’s mouth was like a layer of honey as he praised Wenluo. She had no choice but to walk into the kitchen.

Facing the every kind of tools and spices in the kitchen, Wen Luo was really big. He was afraid that Wen Baobao would wait too long, so he could only borrow Baidu’s help.

On the other side, Wen Baobao and He Siming sat together on the sofa. Wen Baobao whispered to him, “Daddy, look at my skill. Mother Wen personally cooked breakfast for us. It’s exciting to think about it!”

He Siming rolled his eyes at his son. “You’re just a scoundrel. What if you anger Mother Wen?”

“No way, I’m so cute. Mama Wen definitely won’t get angry with me. Daddy, believe me!” Wen Baobao looked confident.Content property of NôvelDra/ma.Org.

He Siming pulled the corner of his mouth and helplessly held his head. He really didn’t know who was inherited from his son’s fanatical confidence?

After half an hour, Wen Baobao became anxious. “Daddy, why hasn’t Mother Wen made breakfast yet?”

“Wait here, I’ll go take a look.”

He also felt that something was not right. It has been so long, so there’s no reason for him to not be done yet?

When he walked into the kitchen, he finally understood what had happened!

There was a sandbag on the table. The bread had already been roasted, and the fried egg in the pan had long lost its original appearance. The porridge in the electric pot was a little burnt, probably because she was too anxious to make it, she couldn’t control the heat.

“Uh… Mr. He, sorry, I’m really not good at cooking.”

Looking at the mess in the kitchen, Wen Luo’s face turned white and red. She wished that there was a crack in the ground for her to hide. These were all done after she checked Baidu with her phone. Otherwise, they could only eat milk and bread.

He Siming smiled. “It’s okay. Since you don’t know how to do it, I’ll do it!”

He immediately took the pot shovel from Wenrot’s hand, made three portions of eggs, adjusted the heat of the congee, and threw out the burnt parts inside. He made three more sandals, which took less than 15 minutes.

“Mr. He, I didn’t expect you to cook so well,” Wen Luo praised from the side. Compared to his cooking skills, she was practically a rookie.

“I used to live abroad, so I made some household dishes.”

“Since you’re so good at cooking, why do you always like takeout?”

He Siming explained, “There’s nothing we can do, work is busy, often too late.”

When she heard him say this, Wen Luo didn’t continue asking.

Everything was ready and three breakfast dishes were finally served on the dining table.

Wen Baobao pounced on him like a hungry wolf. He picked up the sandbag and started to eat eat with appetite. He praised Mother Wen for her good cooking skills and delicious cooking. He didn’t know that He Siming had done all of these later on.