No one answered her. The only response she got was the sound of the bathroom door in the bedroom being slammed shut.
What’s wrong with him?
Could it be that he’s angry just because he didn’t get enough kisses earlier?
Ye Ning didn’t understand the truth and felt disheartened for a long time after hearing the door close.
Fortunately, by the time she finished arranging the wontons and called the child over, the man, with water droplets still dripping from his head and now wearing a set of pajamas, came out of the bedroom. She quickly pulled out the chair for him to sit, "Are you feeling uncomfortable? I told you not to go into the kitchen."
She assumed his bathing and changing clothes must have been because the kitchen was too dirty and triggered his germophobia.
The gloomy-faced man didn’t want to pay attention to her, especially avoiding looking at her, because he was certain that if he looked at her, he wouldn’t be able to resist thinking about the way she felt earlier and would have to go take another cold shower.
So he sat down coldly in the chair she opened for him.
Seeing this, Ye Ning brought his bowl over to him, ""Do you want to try it first? I’ve cooked it before, but I didn’t wrap them myself."
Ou Mucen didn’t respond to her and picked up the spoon from the table.
Just as he was about to eat, the little one on the side suddenly opened his small mouth in dissatisfaction, "Mommy, you burnt the food again. How do you even cook? This isn’t our house; we can’t afford it if the house burns down!"
After a long silence, Ye Ning finally couldn’t take it anymore and found an excuse, her face flushed as she rushed into the kitchen.
Ou Mucen also felt quite awkward, but after all, it was just a little kid. He, a grown man, wouldn’t back down in front of him, would he?
So after she left, he picked at the minced ginger in his bowl and said carelessly, "Did your mom frequently burn the pot at home?"
"Yep, several times it was me who reminded her."
"She’s scatterbrained. I’m telling you, women like her are not meant for cooking; otherwise, one day she might really burn down the house."
The four-year-old child didn’t hold back at all when reproaching his own mother.
Ou Mucen found it somewhat amusing yet poignant, but thinking back to their time in the kitchen, it really did make sense. She had finished chopping the meat before remembering to simmer the sauce, which explained why her son always worried she might burn down the house while cooking.
Without saying anything more and seeing Little Baozi eating happily, he scooped a few more wontons into his bowl and began to eat at a leisurely pace.
Halfway through the meal, the woman who had gone into the kitchen came back out. Seeing the two of them eating, she didn’t dare look at the bigger one, and sat down opposite them to start eating in silence.
So on this chilly, rainy evening, this "family" of three finally had their first dinner together in the apartment.
After dinner, it was almost nine-thirty, as preparing the wontons took up a lot of time.
"Xiaobao, it’s getting late. Why don’t you go to sleep first?" Seeing it was already late, Ye Ning urged her son to go to bed while she cleaned up the dishes.
Xiaobao was well-behaved and knew that it was his bedtime at this hour. He obediently nodded, drank a cup of water, and the little child went off to sleep in the next room.