Translator: Exodus Tales Editor: Exodus Tales
His lips twitched and recalled the housekeeperâs poisonous and destructive cooking skills and started to worry.
After waiting for more than almost half an hour, he finally lost his cool.
He frowned tightly and went to the kitchen.
And he saw them whispering to each other. The little thing swayed her head with flour all over her face, and she pouted while listening attentively.
Mu Chen: â...â
One really dares to teach and one dares to learn.
âYou go.â He looked at Housekeeper Mu and took a deep breath before glancing at Ye Sang, âIâll teach her.â
If he continued to let the housekeeper teach her, he was scared that they would deep fry their slippers.
Housekeeper: â...â
How come he didnât know that his master knew how to bake?
Mu Chen shot a side glance at him and snorted at his doubt, âCanât I learn?â
Other than not knowing how to put on a pair of overalls, what else did he not know?
Ye Sangâs head tilted to the side and her eyes lit up.
She seemed to remember her daddy number three was a genius.
Itâs only a cake.
Daddy must know how to make one.
The little thing looked up with confidence that she got from nowhere and said, âUncle is the best!â
She leaned in with her small face, âCome and teach Sangsang!â
Mu Chen looked at the flour on the table and frowned.
He looked away unnaturally under the little girlâs admiring eyes and replied indifferently,
âItâs only a cake.â
He can learn how to bake one, canât he?
The two of them stayed in the kitchen, the man watched a tutorial on his phone seriously and looked rather attentive.
Mu Chen never thought that he would be learning how to make a cake with her.
And he even felt that he decided to do it willingly...?
After the two finished watching it, they exchanged a glance at each other.
The little thing pouted, âI think Sangsang knows how to do it now.â
Mu Chen, âOkay.â
He also thought that he learned how to bake a cake now.
The two of them had a sense of random confidence in themselves.
Despite their beautiful ideal, the reality was harsh.
â...â
âUncle uncle! Wrong, you canât put the entire egg in it.â
â...â
âYe Sang!! Thatâs salt!! Put down the damn bottle of salt!â
â...â
âUncle! You put too much milk in it!â
â...â
âYe Sangsang!! Put the cream down! You are going to eat it all!â
Half an hour laterââ
The two stared at the messy kitchen and sank into silence.
It wasnât as bad as they thought.
The man looked at his phone and glanced at the flour on the table.
Mu Chen was a neat freak and he felt sick at the thought of mixing flour.
âYou can mix the flour.â The man pushed the little girl next to him and cleared his throat, âDidnât you say you wanted to make a cake? What did your teacher teach you?â
Ye Sang pursed her lips together and mumbled, âThe teacher said I need to do my things myself...â
Mu Chen nodded in satisfaction, âYes.â
âSo you can mix the flour together.â He patted the little girlâs head and really let her do it alone.
Ye Sang swayed her head and thought that she should do it herself because she wanted to celebrate her daddyâs birthday.
The little girl quickly cheered up and rolled up her butterfly sleeves, revealing her lotus root-like arms. Then she grabbed a handful of flour and was ready to do it herself.
Mu Chen watched on the side with a smile; he didnât plan to help at all.
Ye Sang puffed her cheeks and scrunched her nose with flour in her hands.
The little thing just happened to face Mu Chen, who was watching her.
The manâs forehead throbbed slightly but sighed in relief.
Luckily she didnât sneeze.
The little thing stood by the table with a serious face and started to mix the flour according to the tutorial on the phone.
Her lashes fluttered and she looked like a kitchen with flour all over her face.
Mu Chen saw the uneven flour on her face and his fingers moved slightly, feeling OCD getting the best of him.
He pinched her soft little face and rubbed some on the other side when she wasnât watching.
âDone.â Now itâs even.
Ye Sang blinked and rubbed her hand on her face, putting more flour on it.
The little girlâs mouth widened into an O and sensed something in confusion, âYou...â
Honestly, it was indeed a funny scene to look at.
Mu Chen watched the kitten-like little girl and his lips curved upwards. Before he could smile, he saw Ye Sang sneezed towards him while having flour in her hand.
The world fell silent in an instant.
Flour was blown onto Mu Chenâs face and he froze.
The little thing froze too.
She widened her eyes slightly and tilted her head to the side. Then...
Ye Sang saw Daddy Muâs dark face and shrank her neck while whispering, âMy hands... it has its own idea...â
Mu, who had flour all over his face: â...â
â...â
Tolerance.
The little thing continued, âI usually wonât laugh at you.â
Then she glanced at Mu Chen silently before breaking into laughter, âUnless I canât hold it back.â
Mu Chen: â...â
What is tolerance?!
She was taking revenge on him!!
Reality proved that no matter what kind of big character they were, they wonât be able to stay calm in front of naughty children.
An insane Mu Chen was a great example.
The man smiled coldly and grabbed some flour in his hands, blowing it to Ye Sangâs direction.
â...â The little thing froze in her spot instantly, unable to smile anymore.
âY-You did you on purpose...â
Mu Chen grinded his teeth, âYou did it on purpose too.â
She could have sneezed in any other direction.
She was obviously taking revenge on him.
...
The atmosphere was obviously not so good in the study.
Shen Chuchen smiled, âThereâs something else I need to tell you, you should prepare yourself mentally.â
Huo Yao pressed his forehead and smiled coldly.
âI can accept the fact that my daughter has two biological fathers, what preparations do I need?â
Shen Chuchen heard this and looked at Huo Yao meaningfully.
Fine.
How brave of you to face a dark life and the bloody reality.
âThen Iâll go ahead.â Shen Chuchen sat up a little and threw the test result that he had pressed under his arms. He hesitated and smiled, âThis reality might be a little bit scarier than what you expected.â
âThe little girl has more than two fathers.â