Chapter 64 - 64: As Expected, My Son Is Raised by Someone Else

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Yu Fei decided to stay at home for the whole week to study the script. Even though she had no idea who was going to be the main lead of Youth, she knew from Zhang Lin’s words that those who were willing to join the cast were all capable people. Yu Fei felt a lot of pressure. She was afraid that she would drag her seniors down.

When he heard that she was not going out, Feng Xiaochen was so happy that he even wanted to help her and cook with her.

After Feng Yi came back from the hospital and changed into his home clothes, he looked around but did not see Feng Xiaochen. He called Butler Zhao. “Where did the Little Young Master go?”

“The Little Young Master is in the kitchen,” Butler Zhao replied.

“What’s he doing in the kitchen?” Feng Yi raised an eyebrow, confused. Feng Xiaochen was a clean freak like him, and he would stay as far away from things that would get him dirty. The little guy had never entered the kitchen since he was born.

Butler Zhao smiled and said, “The Young Madam is back. She said that she had joined a very good production team and wanted to celebrate. She bought a lot of ingredients and will personally cook at noon. The Young Master is helping in the kitchen.” n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

Speaking of this, Butler Zhao was quite happy. Ever since Young Madam came to the Feng family, the Little Young Master had become much more cheerful than before. Not only would he obediently take his medicine and receive his injections, but his appetite had also improved. In just a few days, the Little Young Master’s complexion had obviously improved. In the long run, perhaps the Little Young Master’s body would really return to normal.

Feng Yi was surprised to hear that Feng Xiaochen was helping Yu Fei. The little guy who had been pampered since he was young actually went to help in the kitchen. It really surprised him. It seemed that as long as Yu Fei was here, he would do anything she asked him to do. It was as if this son was raised by someone else. Even he, the father, did not have such great ability.

“Help? What would he do in the kitchen?” he snorted, feeling a little jealous. “It would be better if he doesn’t help.”

“It’s a great improvement for the Little Young Master to be willing to do some things,” said Butler Zhao with a smile.

In the past, Feng Xiaochen would either stay in the studio and draw all day, or lie in the garden and play on the swing in a daze, as if he had no interest in anything. At that time, Butler Zhao was really worried that he would become autistic.

“Young Master, are you going to have lunch at home?” Butler Zhao looked at the time. It was already 11:30, and 12 o’clock was the normal dining time.

Feng Yi did not say anything. He narrowed his eyes and strode into the kitchen. “I’ll go to the kitchen first.”

“Mommy, I’m done!” In the kitchen, Feng Xiaochen put the washed potatoes into a draining basket. He raised his little arms high and looked at Yu Fei’s chin as if he was presenting a treasure. He had washed every single round potato clean.

Yu Fei took it, lowered her head, and kissed the little guy’s face. She was not stingy with her praise. “Xiaochen is the best! You’ve done so many things for Mommy!”

Feng Xiaochen’s face was red as he looked at her smiling happily. The little guy who had been praised wanted to show off even more. He took out a bag of baby vegetables and placed them one by one in the small bowl he had just used. “Mommy, you need to wash the vegetables too. Xiaochen will help you wash them.”

Yu Fei stirred the curry in the pot with a spoon and said with a smile, “Then I’ll have to trouble you, Baby!”

Feng Xiaochen’s childish voice replied seriously, “It’s no trouble, Mommy,”

Feng Yi walked to the kitchen door but did not enter immediately. He happened to overhear the mother and son’s conversation. It was a simple conversation, but it made him feel warm.

Feng Xiaochen, who used to be very willful, had become very sensible. Before Yu Fei came, he was rarely at home. He was busy until late every day. Sometimes, he had to go abroad for long business trips to sign contracts. He really had very little company for Feng Xiaochen. The time that the father and son had alone was also very little. He did not think there was anything wrong with it until Yu Fei came and he realized that Feng Xiaochen also yearned for a family.

After standing at the door for a while, Feng Yi pushed the door open and entered the kitchen.

Feng Xiaochen was sitting on a low stool with a small blue vegetable bowl in front of him. There were some baby cabbage in the bowl. He was washing the vegetables with his head lowered, very seriously. He did not look like he was washing vegetables, but more like he was washing treasures.

Yu Fei was cutting potatoes next to the little girl. She tied her hair up into a bun, which made her look pretty and cute, showing her white neck.

Feng Yi frowned. She was a little too skinny and ate quite a lot, so why didn’t she gain weight?

“Daddy,” Xiaochen yelped when he saw Feng Yi, his hands still wet as he jumped up and ran over.

Feng Yi did not mind. He bent down and hugged his son, allowing his wet hands to rub against his body.

Yu Fei’s heart skipped a beat when she heard the word ‘Daddy’. The vegetable knife in her hand was slanted and her index finger was cut..