Chapter 790 - No More Resistance
Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
"Youyou, today, mommy shall prepare dinner for you all, alright?"
She grinned and rushed to change the topic into an innocuous one!
Her suggestion, however, was mercilessly rejected by him. "Mommy, your injury has just healed, so don't go to the kitchen and torment yourself. Besides, your cooking isn't as good as mine, and each time you finish cooking, the kitchen is in such a mess I have difficulty cleaning it up."
Hearing this, Mu Yazhe glanced at her.
She blushed at her son's words, and the corners of her mouth twitched.
How could this child embarrass her like this?
Helpless, she sat down on the sofa. She intended to show off her cooking, but with the boy around, she did not even get the chance to do so.
She could only hug Little Yichen and watch cartoons with him in the living room.
"Mommy, I don't like watching cartoons." He comfortably nestled in her embrace and acted petulant.
She raised a brow. "What do you like watching then?"
"Channel 7!"
Channel 7…
She was silent.
Channel 7 was a TV network that aired military-related topics…
In the end, she switched to the said channel.
A heated battle was going on in the kitchen, meanwhile.
When Mu Yazhe entered it, he saw Youyou washing the back of the bowl intently.
Aware of his entrance, the boy looked back to cast his eyes on him. He then asked, "Daddy, what do you like to eat?"
"Huh?"
He raised a brow in surprise. When he realized that 'daddy' had really come from the little guy's mouth, he was slightly stunned.
It was this little guy's first time taking the initiative to call him daddy.
Before, he shouted his name, was coerced into doing so, or did it unwillingly.
Now, he took the initiative to call him that.
The man's heart warmed, and for a while, he did not come to his senses.
The boy knitted his brows and spat, "Daddy, why the lack of reply? Are you suffering from Alzheimer's disease already?"
…
His face instantly blackened.
This guy isn't cute at all!
And to think that I was a little touched.
He could not help but reach out to tussle his hair.
The kid, surprisingly, did not evade his touch but let him be, instead, just like a docile kitten.
This surprised the man even more.
In the past, this lad was extremely resistant to his intimate touches.
If he so much as touched a strand of his hair, not only would he avoid it, he would even lambast him for it.
This made him suspicious.
Something's up with this kid.
He was unexpectedly docile and cute today, unlike the past, when he would behave like a threatened little kitten. Upon seeing him, this kitten would draw its claws out.
He then attempted to pinch his cheeks. Bouncy, soft, and chubby, the flesh on his face was as tender, and soft, as bean curd, and it felt good to the touch.
The boy showed no signs of resistance and allowed him to ravage his cheeks while his hands did not stop moving.
He quietly washed the vegetables and smoothed them out on the chopping board. Just as he picked up the cutting knife, all of a sudden, a pair of powerful arms circled his waist.
Startled, he peered slightly from his periphery and saw his father hugging him from the back in a manner akin to hugging a soft toy.
His embrace was so warm and spacious.
Unlike his mother's soft embrace, his father's hug had toughness peculiar to male.
