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Chapter 489: About to become a brother!

Chapter 489: Chapter 489: About to become a brother!

So, when Yan Shao heard the clear and familiar child’s voice saying, "Love-filled takeout is here!", he was overjoyed, and instantly rose from his seat.

"Little guy, Ying’er, how are you two here?" An excited man came around from behind his desk, eagerly going to meet them.

"Your precious son was afraid of you going hungry and nagged me to deliver your dinner. Either way, it’s all food. He insisted we bring it over and have dinner with you!"

Zhu Qianying spoke casually, leading their son by the hand into the reception room.

Five years ago, Zhu Qianying had also personally delivered dinner to Yan Shao, but at that time, she was unwilling.

Five years later, she personally delivered dinner to Yan Shao again. Although she claimed it wasn’t willingly, Yan Shao could tell that even if their son threw tantrums, she wouldn’t have come over if she didn’t want to.

Therefore, Yan Shao had already interpreted her actions today as willing. As a result, even before he had started eating, he felt warmth coursing through his stomach and energy centers.

He chuckled and followed his wife and son into the reception room. Upon receiving the news, Qin Xiu also rushed over to scrounge for food, only to be met with a fierce glare from his father.

Originally, Zhu Qianying had also prepared Qin Xiu’s dinner. But Qin Xiu grabbed his two boxes, one of rice and one of dishes, and went back to his office.

It wasn’t that he was considerate, but that he really couldn’t stand being stared at with a predator’s gaze by his grandfather. It gave him the chills, and he finally decided to respect their family time, grabbing his portion of the food and leaving.

"Yan Shao, do you need to be like this?"

Zhu Qianying wasn’t blind, of course she saw everything Yan Shao did to Qin Xiu, how immature and petty.

Yan Shao shrugged, "Why not? I rarely get to have dinner with my wife and son. Plus, this is our first family meal in the office. Is that outsider not going to feel awkward?"

Well, that made sense. Not that he wasn’t wrong, it was just that Qin Xiu didn’t know his place.

Zhu Qianying was getting too lazy to protest against Yan Shao’s increasingly smooth use of the term "wife," because protests were futile.

Seeing her indifference towards his use of the word "wife," Yan Shao was secretly thrilled. He was just about to continue his verbal teasing when he heard their son speak.

"Daddy, the soup was made by me and mommy!"

Their son bragged to Yan Shao, "I put in the chicken and the herbs!"

Yan Shao pinched the little boy’s face, but his smiling eyes were on Zhu Qianying.

"What kind of herbs? Ones for nourishing your body?"

The obvious hints of amusement in Yan Shao’s dark eyes gave Zhu Qianying the chills. It took a lot of effort for her not to jab him with her chopsticks.

Zhu Qianying responded with an equally dazzling smile, "Ones for nourishing the brain!"

Yan Shao blinked, acting enlightened, "Hm, that’s good - I indeed need my brain nourished!"

Their son laughed, "Daddy needs to nourish his brain! Daddy’s a big dummy!"

Yan Shao patted him on the head, "Little dummy, don’t laugh at others’ suffering."

Their son grinned and bowed his head to eat. Yan Shao reached over and covered the boy’s eyes, leaning toward Zhu Qianying. His eyes met hers directly, speaking in a low and ambiguous tone.

"If I was a bit smarter, could I have convinced you to come home earlier?"

Zhu Qianying never expected that, although she was clearly ridiculing Yan Shao’s stupidity, in the end, he turned it into a self-dug trap. To jump, or not to jump into this trap?

"What would you do if you brought me back? Lay eggs?"

She had to jump into the pit she dug herself, even if it meant crying. She only hoped that this jump would take her straight to the other side of the pit, rather than stuck in it without the ability to crawl out.

Yan Shao leaned in amusingly, examining her features before lifting her chin and giving her lips a peck.

"To warm the bed!"

After conveying his ambiguous thoughts, Yan Shao straightened up, regained composure, and picked up his bowl and chopsticks as if nothing had happened.

Zhu Qianying swore to herself not to be too quick with her words in front of this man. This man always found a way to flip the situation. In the end, she was always the loser!

Unaware of the flirty interaction between his parents, their son looked up, his eyes rolling around before landing on his father’s cat-that-got-the-cream expression and his mother’s blushing face.

He thought, ’Hmm, it seems I am soon to be a big brother!’

This meal, both in taste and atmosphere, greatly whetted Yan Shao’s appetite. He usually ate two bowls of rice, but today he had three full bowls.

"Daddy, when we accompany you, your appetite is particularly good, isn’t it?"

Their son, feeling quite pleased with himself, refilled Yan Shao’s rice.

"Hmm, my baby boy and mommy are Daddy’s Metoclopramide!"

Zhu Qianying frowned slightly, this man was becoming cheesier and cheesier!

He even imitated a certain milk tea commercial, implying that she and their son were his appetite stimulants?

"Daddy, what the heck is Metoclopramide?"

Apparently, their son didn’t like the weird term his father had just used.

Zhu Qianying shot Yan Shao a warning glance to stop being disgusting, then patiently explained to their son.

"Metoclopramide is a type of medicine for gastric motility, used for conditions such as delayed gastric emptying, gastroesophageal reflux, and indigestion caused by esophagitis."

Their son listened to his mother’s explanation with wide eyes, glanced at Yan Shao, and asked seriously, "Daddy, are you sick?"

Obviously, he didn’t understand the technical terms, but the focus was that "sick" made sense!

Zhu Qianying couldn’t help laughing, and then shot Yan Shao a triumphant, challenging glance.

"Baby, you guessed it right. Your daddy’s sick!"

Yan Shao didn’t get mad about Zhu Qianying’s provocation or slander. He acknowledged his son and then looked at Zhu Qianying meaningfully, nodding in agreement.

"That’s correct, I’m sick!"

Five years ago, he caught a strange disease named Zhu Qianying.

Despite being wealthy and handsome, he couldn’t find a cure for this strange disease.

Fortunately, as he was about to despair, fate delivered the remedy back to him.

Zhu Qianying was so unnerved by his gaze that she felt goosebumps, and her heart felt like a horde of deer was rampaging inside.

She turned away and leaned forward to bring Yan Shao’s new favorite dish, braised pork, to him.

Yan Shao looked satisfied as he watched the blush creep onto her face. He reached out with chopsticks and grabbed a piece of braised pork.

Yan Shao’s recent dietary preferences had become very ordinary. It’s not that his tastes had diminished, but the culinary skills of Chen Jing and Zhu Qianying were truly astonishing. They could always make even the most ordinary dishes taste extraordinary.