Chapter 989

Leng Jiting gently hugged the little guy, and then he hugged all the little guys in his arms.

The heating is on in the room in winter, but the little guy's hands and feet are still cold.

He silently put Xia Yuchen's cold hands and feet in his clothes and into his warm chest.

Xia Yuchen could not help shrinking his hands and feet: "Daddy, ice..."

Although his hands and feet are warm now, he is worried that he will be cold.

"Never mind, no ice."

Leng Jiting grasped his hands and feet and didn't mean to let go.

There was also a lot of guilt and remorse in my eyes: "little thing, I never fulfilled my responsibility of being a father one day before. I didn't take good care of you or protect you. "

"On the contrary, your mother has protected you for several years. Over the years, you and she have suffered. Now, I can't continue to protect her, but I have to protect you. I have to do my duty as a father. "

"Don't worry, I'll take care of you in the future."

He will take the responsibility of being both a father and a mother.

Under his sincere words, Xia Yuchen's heart, which was anxious, settled down.

For a time, sleepiness also gradually hit my heart.

"Well, daddy, I believe you."

It was a long night. Leng Jiting looked at the scenery outside the window and didn't sleep all night.

Early the next morning, when Xia Yuchen woke up early, he found that Leng Jiting had disappeared by the bed.

The little guy stretched out and just came out of the room, he heard a noise in the hall.

The door of the kitchen was full of servants, as well as Liang Yuqiu and Mu Qianqian.

The party looked nervous and their hands were tightly pinched together.

It seems that I'm afraid of what kind of accident will happen.

The nervous old man dared not speak for a long time.

With an action in the kitchen, the servant outside was even more frightened and covered his mouth.

With curiosity, Xia Yuchen looked down the kitchen.

I saw a tall figure standing in the spacious kitchen at this time.

The figure seems to be out of place.

The handsome tall and straight figure in the kitchen has no usual calm and strategy, but a little more confusion and panic.

The surrounding ground is full of all kinds of scattered garbage.

There are fragments of porcelain bowls, eggs smashed on the ground, and all kinds of vegetable leaves.

In a mess.

And the kitchen table is also in a mess.

The oil, salt and raw pumping on it... All sprinkled on the table. The whole thing is like a "battlefield".

People are afraid to see it.

The water in the hot pot in front of him had already boiled. Leng Jiting seemed to have waited for this opportunity for a long time.

As soon as I saw the water boiling, I threw the noodles in my hand at the first time.

Seeing that the steps were finally right, the people outside were also silently relieved.

What you can see is that half a bucket of noodles has been poured into the garbage can on one side.

These are failed noodles.

Among them, there are cooked noodles that are completely rotten into mud, and there are dried noodles that become black

These are failures.

When Leng Jiting picked up the salt jar and was ready to pour it, Mu Qianqian was even more nervous, and his heart hung in his throat.

"No, it's not like this. There's a spoon in it..."

She's not worried that Leng Jiting will blow up the kitchen. She's worried that someone will get food poisoning after eating this bowl of noodles.

After Leng Jiting heard this, he took a small bite with the spoon inside, which was sprinkled on the noodles.

Seeing that he didn't sprinkle much, her heart was completely put down.

Leng Jiting cooks. Their hearts are like taking a roller coaster.

It's simply not too exciting.

Finally, after tossing in the kitchen for nearly two hours, he almost destroyed the whole kitchen. Leng Jiting finally brought out a bowl of decent noodles and came out.

He put the noodles on the table. Then he saw it. The servant on the side said, "go and wake up the young master. It's time for breakfast."

He got up early today. Before dawn, he was already watching a video to learn how to make noodles.

It's more hands-on practice.

In order not to let Xia Yuchen see his embarrassed appearance.

But what he didn't know was that Xia Yuchen had seen it all.

The servant nodded slightly and then turned away.

Mu Qianqian was worried about his son. He put his hand out on his forehead from time to time to test the temperature.

"Ji Ting, son, what's the matter with you? Have you been stimulated? "

Before, Leng Jiting was unconscious, didn't talk or ignore people.

It's hard to get out now, just in the kitchen.

"Mom, I'm fine. Don't worry, I just want to be a good father from now on. "

Leng Jiting said seriously.

Xia Yuchen pretended not to know anything and ran down the stairs.

"Wow, what did you eat this morning! It smells good. "

Seeing his son coming down, Leng Jiting quickly picked up a towel and wiped the black stains on his face.

He immediately took off his apron and threw it aside.

"Noodles, taste it."

The little guy sat at the table and saw the scalded place on Leng Jiting's arm at a glance.

Many were scalded by hot oil, leaving bubbles one after another.

It makes people feel particularly distressed.

Maybe he noticed his eyes. Leng Jiting immediately pulled down his sleeves and blocked the scalded place.

"I feed you."

He picked up the noodles and blew them around his mouth. It was not until they were cool that he sent them to the little guy's mouth.

Noodles are ordinary noodles, and the taste is also ordinary. It can even be said that the taste is a little light.

But at this moment, for Xia Yuchen, this is the most delicious noodles he has ever eaten.

Then I woke up and stretched like wind and electricity.

"Why is there only one breakfast?"

Leng Jiting: "this is what I made for little things to eat."

Rudian: "boss, you can cook! Don't scare me! "

Rufeng: "this must not be true, elder martial brother. Do you know that the boss can cook?"

Xu Xiaoba: "... I really don't know that."

Leng Jiting pretended to shrug his shoulders easily: "it's very simple and completely non challenging."

Mu Qianqian and Liang Yuqiu smiled awkwardly.

Now the kitchen door is closed. If you open it, you can know how much Leng Jiting said.

As Xia Yuchen ate, tears fell down her face.

Leng Jiting quickly put down his noodles and wiped away the tears on his face.

"What's the matter? Is the noodles too hot? Touch the wound? "

The little guy shook his head gently, but his tears fell uncontrollably.

"No, the noodles are so delicious. I miss Mommy..."