They didn’t touch the noodles either.
Well, they were waiting for their fathers!
Mo Boyuan and Ye Hao came in.
“Come, come, come. Kids, stay away from the pot. It’s scalding.”
Ningning moved so quickly that he almost fell to the ground. It was his father who quickly pulled him back.
“You can eat your noodles now.”
The little boy immediately sat down and stirred the noodles with his chopsticks. Fortunately, Mo Boyuan had put a lot of water in the noodles, so after a few whisks, the noodles dispersed.
Ye Hao also scooped porridge for his son and himself.
“Shitou, try the porridge that Daddy personally cooked.”
Shitou put a spoonful of porridge, blew at it a few times before putting it into his mouth.
One second, two seconds later…
His expression turned strange. In the next second, “Pu ~”
He spat it out on the ground.
“Water, water! It’s so, so salty.”
Mo Boyuan immediately poured a cup of warm water and handed it to him. Shitou finished it in a few gulps.
“Uncle Mo, more.”
Shitou gulped down three cups of water in a row before he finally recovered.
As for Ye Hao, after seeing his son’s big reaction, he carefully took a sip.
“Pu!”
Shitou spat it out, too.
“Director Mo, give me some water. It’s truly salty.”
Ye Hao had taken only a small sip, so he recovered after one cup of water.
Mo Boyuan and his son were shocked.
“Mr. Ye, did you mistaken salt as sugar?”
“That’s right. I just thought that the white congee would taste better if I put some sugar in it. But I mistaken the salt for sugar. I tried it in advance but still got it wrong. I don’t know what happened.”
Who could be blamed for this?
One might mistaken MSG for salt, but only people with absolutely no knowledge about life would mistaken salt for sugar.
These two things were totally different in appearance, right?
Oh, except that they were both white.
But the particles were clearly different, okay?
There was no other way. Mo Boyuan could only shared the noodles with them.
“Make do with it.”
At least it was better than starving.
Ye Hao was extremely grateful.
“Director Mo, you’re really… great. You’re like my father!”
“Please don’t. I don’t have such an old son.”
Ye Hao immediately put away the exaggerated expression.
However, when Ningning took a mouthful of noodles, he seemed to freeze.
UH UH UH?
Could it be… ?
The boy finally recovered and chewed the noodles.
“It’s okay,” he whispered.
In fact, it was very tactful. It was obvious that his teeth were about to melt with the sourness.
After hearing Ningning’s words, the other three began to eat and didn’t see the sly smile around the littlie boy’s mouth.
Sure enough, in the next second, Ye Hao shouted, “F*ck! So sour!”
Even Shitou gasped.
But Mo Boyuan was expressionless.
He hid it well.
Ahem.
Having criticized Ye Hao, he didn’t want to admit his noodles were too sour to eat.
It would be a backfire on himself, right?
However, that brat… had done it on purpose!
Ye Hao and Shitou had also realized it. The three of them shot their gazes at the little fellow at the same time.
Ye Hao asked meaningfully, “Little Ningning, are you sure this is okay?”