Chapter 33
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Translator: Larbre Studio Editor: Larbre Studio
Huo Ting quickly brought the porridge over. It had probably been prepared earlier and kept in the pot.
“What are you talking about?” he asked.
Su Mianmian and the Dongdong looked at each other and said very tactfully, “Nothing.”
Huo Ting glanced at Dongdong, feeling a little displeased. He carefully put the porridge before Su Mianmian and said softly, “Be careful, it’s hot.”
Su Mianmian gave a feeble acknowledgement uneasily before lowering her head to eat the porridge.
Dongdong looked behind Huo Ting and asked, “Daddy, where are my milk and cookies?”
“Go and get them yourself.” He glanced at Huo Chendong’s overly nutritious round face and said, “Look at your face, Huo Chendong. It’s time for you to lose some weight.”
Dongdong sulked angrily, making his face look even rounder, and said unhappily, “Are all adults like this? You can just tell me straight up if you don’t want to get them, don’t make excuses for your behavior. As a man, I will forgive you.”
“Man? Is there any man who drinks milk?” Huo Ting laughed at him.
“What’s wrong with men drinking milk? Who says men can’t drink milk?” Dongdong looked up and said proudly, “I’m the most popular prince charming voted by our five hundred women from our kindergarten. The whole process was fair and open.”
Hearing this, Su Mianmian couldn’t help but look up at Dongdong and pondered. Kindergarten even holds such things?
Dongdong would probably wag his tail cockily in the air if he had one.
He said proudly, “So, Daddy, you’re already old. Men of the new age have to drink milk.”
The logic behind this was questionable, but it did seem to make a little sense after thinking about it carefully.
Huo Ting ignored Dongdong, and when he saw Su Mianmian finish the porridge, he said again, “Want more?”
Su Mianmian shook her head.
Huo Ting stared at her.
Su Mianmian looked totally lost.
Dongdong looked at Huo Ting, and then at Su Mianmian. He stretched out his hand to hold Su Mianmian’s hand, and then whispered, “Miemie, my father wants to ask how was the taste?”
Taste?
“It tasted a bit weird.” she said honestly.
She wasn’t sure if it was her illusion, but Huo Ting seemed defeated after she said this.
“Well it wasn’t too weird. It’s just that the smell of meat wasn’t removed, and too much salt was added.”
Actually, she didn’t make things better by explaining it this way…
Huo Ting looked at her with a tinge of sadness before walking away with the bowl and chopsticks.
Gone…
Su Mianmian couldn’t figure out what was going on. She asked Dongdong, “What’s wrong with your father?”
Dongdong snickered and said, “The porridge was cooked by him, haha, and he deliberately did not let anyone help him, but how could he cook something decent by himself? So, I secretly helped him when he wasn’t paying attention.”
… Dongdong, are you sure the porridge wasn’t weird because of you?
Su Mianmian felt warm inside her. No one had ever done such things for her.
She touched her stomach and suddenly felt a little hungry.
“Dongdong, go to your dad and tell him I think the porridge tastes good and I want to have another bowl.”
Dongdong looked at her strangely and touched her forehead. After making sure she wasn’t having a fever, he said, “All right, I’ll go get my milk along the way.”
After a while, Huo Ting brought the porridge over and said indifferently. “I criticized the chef just now and got him to pay attention when he cooks porridge next time. You can wait a while if you’re not too hungry. They are cooking it again now.”
“No it’s okay, I think this is delicious.” To show that she liked it very much and as if she was afraid that he would immediately take it away, Su Mianmian quickly stood up and took the porridge.
Although Huo Ting still had no expression on his face, one of his ears was actually red if looked at closely.
Su Mianmian pondered while eating the porridge. Is Uncle feeling shy?
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Translator: Larbre Studio Editor: Larbre Studio
Huo Ting quickly brought the porridge over. It had probably been prepared earlier and kept in the pot.
“What are you talking about?” he asked.
Su Mianmian and the Dongdong looked at each other and said very tactfully, “Nothing.”
Huo Ting glanced at Dongdong, feeling a little displeased. He carefully put the porridge before Su Mianmian and said softly, “Be careful, it’s hot.”
Su Mianmian gave a feeble acknowledgement uneasily before lowering her head to eat the porridge.
Dongdong looked behind Huo Ting and asked, “Daddy, where are my milk and cookies?”
“Go and get them yourself.” He glanced at Huo Chendong’s overly nutritious round face and said, “Look at your face, Huo Chendong. It’s time for you to lose some weight.”
Dongdong sulked angrily, making his face look even rounder, and said unhappily, “Are all adults like this? You can just tell me straight up if you don’t want to get them, don’t make excuses for your behavior. As a man, I will forgive you.”
“Man? Is there any man who drinks milk?” Huo Ting laughed at him.
“What’s wrong with men drinking milk? Who says men can’t drink milk?” Dongdong looked up and said proudly, “I’m the most popular prince charming voted by our five hundred women from our kindergarten. The whole process was fair and open.”
Hearing this, Su Mianmian couldn’t help but look up at Dongdong and pondered. Kindergarten even holds such things?
Dongdong would probably wag his tail cockily in the air if he had one.
He said proudly, “So, Daddy, you’re already old. Men of the new age have to drink milk.”
The logic behind this was questionable, but it did seem to make a little sense after thinking about it carefully.
Huo Ting ignored Dongdong, and when he saw Su Mianmian finish the porridge, he said again, “Want more?”
Su Mianmian shook her head.
Huo Ting stared at her.
Su Mianmian looked totally lost.
Dongdong looked at Huo Ting, and then at Su Mianmian. He stretched out his hand to hold Su Mianmian’s hand, and then whispered, “Miemie, my father wants to ask how was the taste?”
Taste?
“It tasted a bit weird.” she said honestly.
She wasn’t sure if it was her illusion, but Huo Ting seemed defeated after she said this.
“Well it wasn’t too weird. It’s just that the smell of meat wasn’t removed, and too much salt was added.”
Actually, she didn’t make things better by explaining it this way…
Huo Ting looked at her with a tinge of sadness before walking away with the bowl and chopsticks.
Gone…
Su Mianmian couldn’t figure out what was going on. She asked Dongdong, “What’s wrong with your father?”
Dongdong snickered and said, “The porridge was cooked by him, haha, and he deliberately did not let anyone help him, but how could he cook something decent by himself? So, I secretly helped him when he wasn’t paying attention.”
… Dongdong, are you sure the porridge wasn’t weird because of you?
Su Mianmian felt warm inside her. No one had ever done such things for her.
She touched her stomach and suddenly felt a little hungry.
“Dongdong, go to your dad and tell him I think the porridge tastes good and I want to have another bowl.”
Dongdong looked at her strangely and touched her forehead. After making sure she wasn’t having a fever, he said, “All right, I’ll go get my milk along the way.”
After a while, Huo Ting brought the porridge over and said indifferently. “I criticized the chef just now and got him to pay attention when he cooks porridge next time. You can wait a while if you’re not too hungry. They are cooking it again now.”
“No it’s okay, I think this is delicious.” To show that she liked it very much and as if she was afraid that he would immediately take it away, Su Mianmian quickly stood up and took the porridge.
Although Huo Ting still had no expression on his face, one of his ears was actually red if looked at closely.
Su Mianmian pondered while eating the porridge. Is Uncle feeling shy?
Translator:Larbre StudioEditor:Larbre StudioHuo Ting quickly brought the porridge over. It had probably been prepared earlier and kept in the pot.What are you talking about? he asked.Su Mianmian and the Dongdong looked at each other and said very tactfully, Nothing.Huo Ting glanced at Dongdong, feeling a little displeased. He carefully put the porridge before Su Mianmian and said softly, Be careful, it's hot.Su Mianmian gave a feeble acknowledgement uneasily before lowering her head to eat the porridge.Dongdong looked behind Huo Ting and asked, Daddy, where are my milk and cookies?Go and get them yourself. He glanced at Huo Chendong's overly nutritious round face and said, Look at your face, Huo Chendong. It's time for you to lose some weight.Dongdong sulked angrily, making his face look even rounder, and said unhappily, Are all adults like this? You can just tell me straight up if you don't want to get them, don't make excuses for your behavior. As a man, I will forgive you.Man? Is there any man who drinks milk? Huo Ting laughed at him.What's wrong with men drinking milk? Who says men can't drink milk? Dongdong looked up and said proudly, I'm the most popular prince charming voted by our five hundred women from our kindergarten. The whole process was fair and open.Hearing this, Su Mianmian couldn't help but look up at Dongdong and pondered. Kindergarten even holds such things?Dongdong would probably wag his tail cockily in the air if he had one.He said proudly, So, Daddy, you're already old. Men of the new age have to drink milk.The logic behind this was questionable, but it did seem to make a little sense after thinking about it carefully.Huo Ting ignored Dongdong, and when he saw Su Mianmian finish the porridge, he said again, Want more?Su Mianmian shook her head.Huo Ting stared at her.Su Mianmian looked totally lost.Dongdong looked at Huo Ting, and then at Su Mianmian. He stretched out his hand to hold Su Mianmian's hand, and then whispered, Miemie, my father wants to ask how was the taste?Taste?It tasted a bit weird. she said honestly.She wasn't sure if it was her illusion, but Huo Ting seemed defeated after she said this.Well it wasn't too weird. It's just that the smell of meat wasn't removed, and too much salt was added.Actually, she didn't make things better by explaining it this wayHuo Ting looked at her with a tinge of sadness before walking away with the bowl and chopsticks.GoneSu Mianmian couldn't figure out what was going on. She asked Dongdong, What's wrong with your father?Dongdong snickered and said, The porridge was cooked by him, haha, and he deliberately did not let anyone help him, but how could he cook something decent by himself? So, I secretly helped him when he wasn't paying attention. Dongdong, are you sure the porridge wasn't weird because of you?Su Mianmian felt warm inside her. No one had ever done such things for her.She touched her stomach and suddenly felt a little hungry.Dongdong, go to your dad and tell him I think the porridge tastes good and I want to have another bowl.Dongdong looked at her strangely and touched her forehead. After making sure she wasn't having a fever, he said, All right, I'll go get my milk along the way.After a while, Huo Ting brought the porridge over and said indifferently. I criticized the chef just now and got him to pay attention when he cooks porridge next time. You can wait a while if you're not too hungry. They are cooking it again now.No it's okay, I think this is delicious. To show that she liked it very much and as if she was afraid that he would immediately take it away, Su Mianmian quickly stood up and took the porridge.Although Huo Ting still had no expression on his face, one of his ears was actually red if looked at closely.Su Mianmian pondered while eating the porridge. Is Uncle feeling shy?
