Lord Fu’s Forensic Wife

hiss~

But the kid on the sofa came down in a jerk:

Mom, porridge can be picked.

come running.

Then, he was stuffed full of celery by his father.

Pick it up.

Didn't you say you would pick it up?

I've seen people who put up a pick, but I've never seen someone who can put down a pick so quickly!

Su Zhixiao came back to his senses, took the celery from his son's arms, and stuffed it to someone again:

Pick!

The picking was unsuccessful, so someone had to pick the celery silently.

It's that look that swishes towards his son from time to time.

Children are not afraid, there is a mother here.

In the end, Su Zhixiao led his son back to the living room.

Both mother and child were sitting on the sofa, the older one was wiping his hair while the younger one continued to watch cartoons.

cough.

Looking at it this way, it seems that someone is really pitiful.

Resentment, grievance.

However, you can only continue to work obediently.

Finally, all the vegetable leaves were picked.

Honey, I'm done.

Su Zhixiao's hair has been wiped half dry, and he is holding a blower and preparing to blow it a few times:

Where to put it first.

okay.

I went to the kitchen to wash my hands, and sat back on the sofa.

From an angle that his wife couldn't see, he gave his son several fierce glances.

The kid moved sideways in embarrassment, but in the end, he was hooked.

Stinky boy, just saw your old man making a joke, didn't you?

Forehead.

After struggling a few times, seeing that it was useless, I just lay flat.

Father, they don't have any.

No?

When your father is blind?

Don't worry, your father's sharp eyesight is beyond the reach of ordinary people.

Su Zhixiao, who was blowing his hair, probably heard the movement behind him, and looked back.

He didn't say much, a certain person just had a bit of a venomous tongue, but in fact, he never did anything.

So, let their father and son fight.

It can also enhance the relationship.

It didn't take long for the hair to be blown dry.

Put the hair dryer on the cabinet, use the rubber band on the wrist to tie a ponytail casually, and go to the kitchen.

It's rare to get off work so early today, just in time to cook something for my son with my own hands.

After looking at the dishes I bought, I have already matched them in my mind:

Tomato and egg soup can be used, then stir-fried broccoli with vegetables, and roasted chicken wings with king oyster mushrooms, celery can be fried with meat, cucumber and lettuce, and can be shredded and mixed with salad.

Just right, four dishes and one soup!

Su Zhixiao usually doesn't do much cooking, so it's impossible to know how good the cooking is.

Anyway, it can be fried well, and the rest depends on God's will and luck.

You can't always order takeaway, or go out to eat, right?

It doesn't matter to adults, children, it's better to eat less of those outside, it's not good for your health.

I just hope it doesn't overturn too much.

In the living room, a certain person didn't intend to stay with the kid, so he got up and came to the kitchen.

Officer Su, do you need help?

Su Zhixiao looked up:

unnecessary.

As for this product, probably, it is only a disservice.

It would be better not to help!

Fortunately, someone was self-aware and didn't insist on doing anything. He leaned against the door and watched with a smile.

Su Zhixiao was very uncomfortable being watched:

Can you not stand there?

Why?

An eyesore!

Ah.

Do you know how many women out there can't ask for a look from someone?

That can't!

The answer is decisive enough.

hiss!

What else could Su Zhixiao do?

You can't be as shameless as someone, right?

Keep peeling as if someone doesn't exist.