8 – Do You Eat?
This pajama set, who knows where the original owner got it from, was so oversized and long that it definitely wouldn’t do to just put it on Zai Zai like this.
But for now, this was the only set of pajamas available to wear.
With no other choice, Shi Yuan had to borrow a needle and thread from the maid and alter the pajama pants’ cuffs.
After finishing the alterations, she took out her phone and placed an order on the local version of Taobao for some children’s clothes, shoes, socks, and toys. Only when her account balance was left with a pitiful hundred yuan did she finally stop.
After Zai Zai was all clean and fresh from his bath, Shi Yuan lay down beside Shi Luo, ready for a warm, tender moment with the little cub, planning to tell him a story.
But before the warm moment she had imagined could even begin, Shi Luo’s little stomach growled first.
A series of rumbling sounds emerged.
Shi Yuan sighed helplessly and patted Shi Luo’s belly.
Well, having a good appetite was a good thing for a cub.
Resigned, she got up. “Come on, big sister will cook some noodles for you.”
When Jiang Yu returned, stepping through the night, he saw two busy figures outside the kitchen.
The older one was simmering soup in a pot, while the smaller one stood on a little stool, diligently washing something.
At a glance, it looked surprisingly cozy.
He took off his coat, a faint smile rising in his deep eyes as he stood by the kitchen door for a while.
He had just thought about heading straight upstairs when a fragrant aroma wafted out.
It actually smelled quite appetizing.
Shi Yuan stirred the vegetables in the pot and was about to check if Shi Luo had finished washing the fruit when she caught sight of Jiang Yu standing at the kitchen door out of the corner of her eye.
At first glance, she thought it was a ghost, but upon a closer look, she realized it was her cheap husband with his impeccable figure and peerless looks.
Shi Yuan turned around.
“Just got back?”
Jiang Yu leaned against the gold-and-white marble doorframe and gave a soft “Mm.”
Shi Yuan knew this meant that, with no one else around, he didn’t want to pretend to be familiar or affectionate with her.
She didn’t feel like continuing the small talk either.
But just as she turned back, her cheap husband walked over to her side.
“What are you making?”
Shi Yuan kept stirring without looking back. “Noodles. Do you want some?”
“No need.”
Jiang Yu reflexively refused, but almost immediately regretted it.
Because the aroma wafting around his nose was just too tempting.
Shi Yuan didn’t reply, just nodded and began other preparations.
Although Jiang Yu had turned down Shi Yuan’s offer of noodles,
he didn’t leave.
He sat down at the dining table with an air of noble elegance, watching the movements of the two—one big, one small—under the kitchen light.
Before long, the noodles were ready. Shi Yuan carried a large plate to the dining table.
“Here, for you.”
Jiang Yu looked at the noodles pushed in front of him, then glanced curiously at Shi Yuan, who had already taken her seat.
Shi Yuan propped her chin on one hand and met his gaze.
“Don’t overthink it. I just made too much. If you don’t want it, you don’t have to eat it.”
Looking at the richly aromatic and visually appealing noodles before him, Jiang Yu didn’t refuse. “Thanks.”
Little cub Shi Luo had already obediently taken his seat at the table as soon as the noodles were brought out.
Once Shi Yuan placed the bowl in front of him, he eagerly picked up his chopsticks and started eating.
His speed and expression showed that Shi Yuan didn’t need to worry about him in the slightest.
He was very easy to raise.
For a while, the only sound at the dining table was the slurping of noodles.
Yet it didn’t feel boring at all.The old butler standing on the second floor adjusted his reflective glasses, quietly took out his phone to snap a photo of the dining table, noted down the context, and sent it to a contact saved as “Old Master.”