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In the blink of an eye, Duan Zhiwan reached the age to go to kindergarten. In order to make it easier for her to study in the future, Duan Baiting moved to a school district house.

Because of the nature of their work, they often need to travel around, but one of them always stays at home.

Duan Baiting went to the neighboring province the day before yesterday and came back the day after tomorrow. It just so happened that Aunt Qin and the others had taken leave, so only Song Wanyue and Duan Zhiwan were at home today.

The little guy usually follows Song Wanyue around like a little follower. He is very considerate and busy serving tea and water.

Song Wanyue drank eight glasses of water in the afternoon and went to the toilet countless times. I really couldn't drink it, but I couldn't bear to refuse Duan Zhiwan's kindness.

The little guy is so cute, he comes to you carefully carrying water, with a pair of big eyes and a peaceful smile.

I couldn't refuse even if I wanted to.

Song Wanyue could only touch her stomach which was about to burst from the water, and took the glass of water while thanking him and smiling.

But the smile on his face seemed bitter.

After she finished drinking the water with great difficulty, Song Wanyue was worried that she would run to pour herself some more water, so she hurriedly held her in her arms: "Baby, watch TV with mommy for a while."

She nodded obediently, leaned in her arms, sniffed, and said in a baby voice: "Mommy smells so good."

Song Wanyue lowered her head and pinched her little face: "Baby smells good too."

After watching cartoons with her for a while, Song Wanyue looked up at the time and it was getting late.

She asked Duan Zhiwan: "Are you hungry?"

Duan Zhiwan nodded.

Song Wanyue asked her to sit on the sofa: "Mom will cook for you."

She used her tablet to search for recipes for baby food, followed the instructions, and it took her half an hour to finish it.

After it came out of the pot, I tasted it first.

His brows were slightly furrowed.

Healthy but unpalatable.

Just as she was hesitating whether she should take out this unhealthy and unpalatable food, Duan Zhiwan came in without her knowing.

She is still too young. Although she inherited her father's long-legged gene, she is still too young to walk on the stage.

At this time, he reached out and grabbed the corner of his mother's clothes: "It smells so good, what did mom make?"

Song Wanyue felt a little guilty: "Delicious...shrimp steamed eggs and hibiscus soup."

She was very happy: "Thank you, Mom."

Song Wanyue sighed in her heart that it was too early to thank her.

"How about mommy go out and buy you something, or cook noodles?"

The little girl is the most supportive person in the world: "I want to eat what mommy cooks."

Song Wanyue planned to use practical actions to make her give up the idea, so she scooped a small piece with a spoon and fed her: "You try it first, if you don't like it, we'll go out to eat."

After she took a bite, she not only didn't think it was bad, but also gave her a thumbs up: "What a great mommy, it's so delicious."

Song Wanyue, who was originally full of doubts about her cooking skills, gradually got lost in these compliments.

She asked her in disbelief: "Baby, do you really think it tastes good?"

Duan Zhiwan nodded vigorously: "It tastes good."

Not only did she eat it herself, she also invited Song Wanyue to eat with her.

"Mom will eat too."

Song Wanyue waved her hands. This time she was willing to refuse her kindness: "If baby likes it, eat more. Mom can just order takeout."

Normally, when Duan Baiting was at home, she was not allowed to order takeout. He complained that the takeout was not clean and she had a bad stomach.

I always have stomach problems.

In recent years, under the supervision of Duan Baiting, she has gradually changed her irregular eating habits.

My stomach feels much better too.

But while gaining health, you also lose some happiness.

The food she likes to eat is basically not very healthy, high in oil and sugar.

A while ago, Shizuka shared her midnight snack with her, which was a bowl of fried rice noodles with spicy flavor.

She said it was extremely delicious, even better than the rice noodle shop across the school from where they used to eat that was run by a local from Xinjiang.

Song Wanyue has been craving for it for a long time.

Duan Baiting is not at home today, so I can buy some and try it.

I ordered a bowl through the food delivery app and it was delivered in about twenty minutes.

Duan Zhiwan followed Song Wanyue's example and ate slowly. It took him more than ten minutes to finish a bowl of steamed egg with shrimps. Now he was drinking the soup slowly with a spoon.

She stopped needing to be fed very early, which is very similar to Duan Baiting.

I don't like to delegate my own affairs to others.

Out of consideration for her own stomach, Song Wanyue hesitated for a long time and finally ordered the medium spicy dish.

In the living room, an adult and a child were watching TV and eating the food in front of them.

In the cartoon, when the Dalmatian was caught, Duan Zhiwan watched it very carefully.

The chubby little hand was holding a spoon, and when standing it was not even as tall as the TV.

Song Wanyue said softly, "Zhiwan, don't sit so close to the TV, it's easy for your eyes to be nearsighted."

She nodded obediently, holding the bowl and returning to Song Wanyue: "Mom, did the Dalmatian die in the end?"

Song Wanyue was confused, she had never seen this cartoon.

However, cartoons are for children, so there shouldn't be any bloody scenes.

So she said, "He's not dead, he's alive and well."

The little guy seemed relieved, and used all five fingers to hold the spoon tightly, for fear that it would fall.

He scooped a small spoonful of soup from the bowl and fed it to himself.

She first poured the spoon down, and all the soup poured back into the bowl. He was slow to react and opened his mouth to bite the spoon, but missed.

Song Wanyue asked her with a smile, "Is it delicious?"

She smacked her lips, as if she wanted to savor the big mouthful of air she had just drunk.

Then she nodded firmly: "It's delicious, very delicious."

Song Wanyue was almost driven to death by her cuteness. She put down her chopsticks and asked her: "Do you want your mother to feed you?"

She shook her head: "I can do it myself." She

repeated the action again.

Maybe he realized something was wrong, so he made some progress this time, but the improvement was not right.

The movements were still very slow, the only difference was that the mouth was open wider than before.

So I took a bigger sip of air.

Before Song Wanyue could continue laughing, the sound of wheels hitting the road outside the door drew her attention away.

Duan Baiting? Isn't he coming back the day after tomorrow?

Song Wanyue looked at the half-remaining fried rice noodles in front of her in horror. She jumped off the sofa in a hurry, ran into the kitchen with the bowl, and dumped it into the trash can.

Then pretend nothing happened and sit back on the sofa.

While she was doing these things, Duan Baiting had already parked the car and changed his shoes.

In my hands are the gifts I bought for them.

At this time, the center island was casually placed aside along with the car keys.

Just now in the entrance hall, he smelled the odor in the living room that had not yet dissipated, and his face did not look very good.

Song Wanyue's smile seemed a bit flattering because of her guilty conscience: "Didn't you say you would be back the day after tomorrow?"

Duan Baiting took off his coat: "I'll be back as soon as I'm done with my work."

He followed the smell and his eyes fell on the kitchen.

Song Wanyue was startled and hurriedly took his arm: "Then...then you should go and have a rest first. You must be very tired after the long journey."

He pulled away her hand: "No hurry."

Then he walked into the kitchen calmly.

It was too late for Song Wanyue to stop him.

Duan Baiting looked at the half bowl of fried rice noodles in the trash can. He could tell how spicy it was just by looking at the color.

Song Wanyue could even hear his breathing becoming much heavier.

"Song Wanyue, even if you don't take my words seriously, you should take your own body seriously."

His tone was not harsh, and there was not even a hint of anger in his expression, but Song Wanyue could still conclude that he was angry.

And he was very angry.

She hurried over to apologize and admitted her mistake: "I was wrong. I saw that no one was at home to cook today, so I... ordered takeout. But it was really my first time eating here. I didn't lie to you. It was really my first time eating here."

Duan Baiting asked her calmly: "Why did you have stomachache in the middle of the night last month?"

"Because..." She lowered her head guiltily, not daring to look at him, "I had spicy barbecue with my colleagues."

Duan Baiting's work is much busier than Song Wanyue's, mainly because all the new projects he has recently opened are abroad.

Even if there is a relevant person in charge, there are some occasions where he still needs to be there in person.

This period is particularly busy.

Song Wanyue herself lacks self-control.

I have mentioned to Shizuka more than once that Duan Baiting is even stricter than her father.

Jingxiang rarely stood on Duan Baiting's side: "If Duan Baiting was not looking after you, your small body would not be able to handle all the trouble you have caused."

Song Wanyue's physique has not been particularly good since she was a child. Although she has never had a serious illness, she has suffered from minor illnesses frequently.

I often feel pain here and twist there, and from time to time I get a stomach upset or a fever.

There was a time when her mother was even worried that she had been possessed by evil spirits, and she even took her to a temple to worship.

Asked for a peace charm.

Later, the doctor gave a solution.

"Eat less spicy food to avoid irritating your stomach and intestines. Wear more clothes when the temperature drops. Look at your girl." The doctor reached out and pinched Song Wanyue's coat. "The temperature today is almost below zero, and this coat is not even thicker than my white coat. If she doesn't have a fever, who will?"

The words were rough, but the truth was there.

The reason why Song Wanyue had been suffering from minor illnesses since childhood was, on the one hand, her lack of self-control, and on the other hand, her family spoiled her.

Obviously, this doesn't work for Duan Baiting.

He returned to the living room without saying a word and ignored her.

Song Wanyue immediately went over with an aggrieved look on her face and apologized coquettishly: "I'm really wrong, please don't be angry."

Her voice was so coquettish that even she couldn't stand it.

Duan Baiting sat down on the sofa, loosened his tight tie, and unbuttoned the cuffs of his shirt.

He was indeed a little tired, so in order to get back as soon as possible, he shortened his working hours. So the workload is three times as much as usual.

The unavoidable dinner lasted for half an hour in a relatively closed box.

No matter how careful he was, he still smelled faintly of cigarettes and alcohol.

Fortunately, we have almost dispersed along the way. But if you smell carefully, you can still smell some.

So he tried to sit farther away from Duan Zhiwan.

The little guy had a confused expression on his face. He held the bowl and had no idea what was going on. He looked at his mother and then at his father.

Song Wanyue sat directly next to him. If she hadn't been concerned about the presence of a child nearby and the adverse effect it might have, she would have fallen directly into his arms.

"Don't be angry, I know I was wrong. I swear." She stretched out five fingers seriously, "I will never eat such spicy food again."

Duan Baiting looked at her raised hand calmly, and said in a light tone: "Five fingers to swear?"

She immediately changed it to three: "I am swearing very devoutly this time. If I do it again next time, I will be in trouble..."

Before she could say the word "die", Duan Baiting frowned and covered her mouth with his hand: "What nonsense are you talking about."

Song Wanyue blinked, and her lips covered by his palm rose uncontrollably.

Judging from his reaction, he probably has calmed down.

After the hand finally left her lips, she continued to act coquettishly with an innocent look in her eyes: "Tingting, don't be angry."

Duan Zhiwan, who was slow to react, finally understood what was going on.

Mom was disobedient, so Dad was angry with her. Now Mom is apologizing to Dad.

Duan Zhiwan followed suit, pulling his father's sleeve and acting like a spoiled child, saying in a childish voice: "Tingting, don't be angry."