Little Yichen immediately said, “No! He can’t cook or do housework.” He paused, but then added, “But ‘he’ is a lot smarter than Youyou, and…”
Hearing this, Youyou raised his eyes and gave the boy a “friendly” look. Through that one look, Little Yichen seemed to be able to see hell.
He quickly said, “… emmmm, but Youyou is the most adorable!”
Youyou’s expression faded as he blinked gently and snorted. “Good that you know.”
Little Yichen smiled and immediately buried his face in his hands, thinking, is this really not Gong Fan, but the gentle and considerate Youyou? How could he have given the “friendly look” that only Gong Fan would display? How frightening!
Yun Shishi, too, was chilled by the sight. “That was a scary expression, now Little Yichen is even too frightened to swallow his chicken wings.”
Feeling aggrieved, Little Yichen wrapped his hand around his rice bowl and dug into it.
Mu Yazhe, on the other hand, was curious. “Don’t you… know what kind of personality he has?”
Youyou, however, did not seem to understand. Mu Yazhe did not know what to say either. It was hard to put into words.
Yun Shishi immediately explained on his behalf. “Your daddy is asking if you understand what ‘he’ is like normally and how ‘he’ acts?”
The boy shook his head. “I don’t know. All I know is that he must be a very grim person. But because he was so gentle with Mummy, I reserved his right to exist.”
Little Yichen shuddered again at these words. As it turned out, Youyou was the ultimate boss. As terrifying as Gong Fan was, the only thing that determined whether he existed or not was Youyou, who was now smiling like a little resplendent flower. He was the true demon king behind Gong Fan!
“I haven’t cooked in a long time. I wonder if my cooking is still as good as it used to be.”
Youyou asked his mother, “How’s the food, Mommy?”
“It’s delicious, don’t you think?”
The boy licked his lips and seemed concerned as he said, “My taste buds seem to be inexplicably less sensitive than before.”
“Oh… yesterday… ‘he’ had too much bitter melon, so you’ve momentarily lost some sense of taste.”
Youyou asked with disgust, “Why was he eating bitter gourd?”
“Because we played some games and he lost.” Little Yichen said smugly, “The loser had to eat all the gourds, so he took them all. When he was brushing his teeth at night, he said he couldn’t even taste the toothpaste. That could be why!”
There was disgust in Youyou’s expression. Unexpectedly, Gong Fan had such a childish side to him. Rather… unimaginable! He’d always thought of Gong Fan as the sort of child who was too cool and unsmiling to play with his brother.
Mu Yazhe commented, “It tastes a lot better than it used to.”
“You must not have tasted the boy’s cooking for too long,” Yun Shishi replied.
“Who’s been cooking all this time?” Youyou suddenly asked.
Yun Shishi and the boy looked at each other awkwardly. “Nanny.”
Youyou was speechless. He thought that his mommy would definitely cook for him.
Unexpectedly, she was still this lazy.
Little Yichen grumbled, “Mommy’s not a good cook. She’s the sort who can turn noodles into a mushy paste.”
