CHAPTER 1403: CHAPTER 396: DADDY TEACHES MOMMY HOW TO KISS (PART 7)

"Mom, today I’m going to school with Zifeng to play. Fanfan called me last night saying he misses me!"

Huanhuan drank more than half of the porridge in her bowl, then looked up at her mom and said.

"Really? Then go ahead!"

Qin Mu thought for a moment, recalling the little boy named Fanfan, and found him quite likable.

"Yes!"

Huanhuan happily nodded when her mom agreed, but after accidentally glancing at her dad, she lowered her head and didn’t dare speak anymore.

Mu Yichen sighed helplessly, "Are kids in kindergarten already able to call each other?"

"You were already chasing girls in kindergarten, so of course, your daughter would be calling boys in kindergarten,"

Feng Fanghua reminded him.

When Mu Yichen was six, he often visited Qin Mu’s house, and back then, the elders would say he had a crush on that little girl.

After hearing this, Mu Yichen said nothing, while Qin Mu, not understanding, asked, "Mu Yichen chased girls back in kindergarten?"

He had told her she was his first love!

Qin Mu cautiously asked, and the whole family looked at her in disbelief, Qin Mu...

Mu Yichen chuckled lightly and gently asked her, "Are you silly?"

Qin Mu...

"Wasn’t he chasing you? He loves going to your house all day since you were born. Ask your dad; he’ll surely remember,"

Feng Fanghua said to her.

Qin Mu’s eyes moved slightly, finally understanding the situation. She thought he might have chased other girls.

"Mumu wasn’t even aware of things back then, how could she have known!"

Mu Zihao also smiled, explaining for Qin Mu.

"This indeed wasn’t my fault; Dad is right, I really wasn’t aware of things back then!"

Qin Mu felt that Mu Zihao was like her savior in this family.

——

Jiang Zhiyuan’s apartment.

An Nan was called home by Jiang Zhiyuan with a phone call at noon. Upon entering, she didn’t see him, and the TV wasn’t on. An Nan walked towards the kitchen, vaguely hearing some sounds coming from inside. As she approached, she saw Jiang Zhiyuan wearing an apron and casual clothes, bringing out a plate of food.

Jiang Zhiyuan looked up and saw her, and happily said, "You’re back! Go wash your hands, lunch is almost ready!"

An Nan couldn’t believe it as she looked at the dish he was holding, smelling the aroma. She followed him out, saying, "Did you make all this?"

"Yeah! I said I’d learn to cook!"

Jiang Zhiyuan placed the dish on the dining table and turned to look at her.

An Nan felt a wave of emotion, then walked forward and hugged his waist, "Who told you to really learn? I was just complaining."

She murmured, her voice a bit hoarse.

Jiang Zhiyuan looked down at her, suddenly feeling that all his efforts from the morning were worth it. He gently patted her back, "I really wanted to do it for you. Whatever you want, An Nan, I want to do it for you."

He was rarely so serious, a little stubborn.

An Nan was rarely moved to tears, holding him tightly.

An Nan never thought of herself as an emotional person, but at this moment, she felt her heart soften as if this man had turned it into a puddle of water, so soft, unable to be tough anymore.

"Go wash your hands and taste your husband’s cooking!"

Jiang Zhiyuan lifted her arms, only to find tears on her face, and was suddenly alarmed, "Why are you crying?"

Hearing the scare in his voice, An Nan couldn’t help but laugh, wiping her tears with his shirt, "You’re really foolish, Jiang Zhiyuan!"

Jiang Zhiyuan felt uneasy, not knowing why she cried, but thought it might be because she was moved?

An Nan, giving him face, ate a lot, even though it was sometimes too salty or bland, she felt it was the most precious meal she’d ever had.

This man, usually living like a young master, but for her words, he went to learn cooking.

"The rice is a bit too sticky, use less water next time,"

An Nan said while eating rice, then couldn’t help but smile.

This version of Jiang Zhiyuan made her reluctant to call him foolish.

"Okay!" Jiang Zhiyuan agreed, thinking the instructions were inaccurate, making it so sticky.

"Don’t stay home cooking this afternoon, go do your work!"

An Nan told him.

"I’m usually not busy,"

Jiang Zhiyuan smiled, his single eyelid and big eyes staring straight at the woman sitting across from him.