Wen Tian narrowed his eyes, hugged the entire baby chair, and grunted and moved the little kid between himself and Song Cheng.

　　But in this way, Wen Tian looked at Jiang Han who was next to him: … …

　　Jiang Han pursed his lips and nodded, “Hello, Teacher Wen.”

　　Jiang Han picked up a chopstick of tuna sashimi that was cut into pieces, and said lightly, “Tuna, sashimi, delicious.”

　　[Hahaha, now it’s Mr. Jiang’s science popularization time! ! ! (pounding the table and laughing) (pounding the table and laughing)]

　　[My wife should have deeply remembered the appearance of tuna now (dog head) (dog head) (dog head)]

　　[I’m not saying that Mr. Jiang’s cooking skills are not very good (grin) (grin)]

　　The familiar way of introduction made Wen Tian instantly: (-??_-??)

　　Jiang Han was unmoved, and scooped another spoonful of fish roe and put it on Wen Tian’s plate, “Fish roe, delicious.”

　　Wen Tian: … …

　　Wen Tian was speechless.

　　Song Cheng pushed Wen Tian’s plate away and pushed the warm seafood stewed egg in front of Wen Tian again, “Teacher Wen has a bad stomach and can’t eat cold things.”

　　Wen Tian: 0.0 When did he have a bad stomach?

　　Jiang Han pushed the stewed egg away as if nothing had happened, and said in a deep voice, “It’s best not to eat any seafood if you have a bad stomach.”

　　Jiang Han ordered the restaurant manager, “Make some food to nourish the stomach and remove all these.”

　　Song Cheng was not angry, but just made way with good temper and asked the manager to take away all the things on the table.

　　The three adults came and went, but it was hard for the three children.

　　The three greedy kids looked to the left in unison – the fried sea fish was taken away.

　　Looking to the right – the tuna sashimi disappeared before their eyes.

　　Looking to the middle – the manager’s hand reached out and took away the bottom plate of the stewed egg bowl!

　　The three kids were stunned.

　　Song Zhinian frowned and put down his chopsticks in a depressed mood.

　　The clownfish angrily hugged its two short arms to its chest, and swung its tail, not wanting to look at Jiang Han any more.

　　The little cub licked his mouth, tilted his head, and looked at Wen Tian hopefully.

　　Daddy, Daddy is the best, right?

　　Wen Tian, ​​sandwiched between Song Cheng and Jiang Han:? ? ?

　　Wen Tian scratched his head, thinking blankly: The protagonist is obviously not here, how did the plot continue?

　　[Wife: Ask Daddy, Daddy is also confused! When did Daddy have a stomachache? (Wife has the same confused face)]

　　[(Slamming the table) I told you not to fight! Isn’t it good for the three of you to be together happily? ? (slams the table)]

　　[Why do I feel that Brother Cheng just wants to find a mother for Zhizhi (scratches his head) and doesn’t really like his wife (scratches his head)]

　　After a while, the seafood on the table turned into porridge and side dishes. Jiang Han’s expression eased a little, and he pushed the shrimp porridge in front of Wen Tian, ​​”Teacher Wen, eat it.”

　　Song Cheng smiled and said gently, “Teacher Wen is still young and doesn’t like it too light.”

　　Jiang Han: … …

　　Song Cheng stood up, “Forget it, I’ll make a few more dishes.”

　　Wen Tian: “Brother Cheng, no need, Brother Cheng, Brother Cheng?”

　　No matter how Wen Tian shouted, Song Cheng still got up and left. Wen Tian and the three children followed Song Cheng into the kitchen.

　　Jiang Han looked unprepared, staring at the sweet and fragrant porridge in front of him, lowered his head to open his mobile phone, and searched “What does Wen Tian like to eat”.

　　[Look at Mr. Jiang’s mobile phone, hahaha! He is searching for what his wife likes to eat! (Breaking out with laughter) (Breaking out with laughter)]

　　[Oh my god, I searched with President Jiang… All that came out was negative information, not very friendly to his wife (frown) (frown)]

　　Jiang Han clicked on the search, and a large number of entries popped up on the screen:

　　#Wentian Jewelry Party Mouth Corner Cake Seduces Sponsor#

　　#Wentian Eats Bread on the Street Late at Night to Show Misery#

　　#Wentian Inferior Milk Powder#

　　#Wentian Accepts Any Endorsement, No Bottom Line! #

Jiang Han’s eyes stayed on the #Inferior Milk Powder#, and he decisively clicked on it to check it out.

　　It was a milk powder advertisement that Wen Tian had taken before, and later it was revealed that the living environment of the farmed cattle was poor, and the assembly line was seriously substandard in terms of hygiene standards and was shut down for rectification.

　　Because he had heard a few complaints from the servants at home, Jiang Han remembered that this milk powder company had initially planned to provide the spokesperson with free milk powder for life to promote the brand.

　　Jiang Han’s eyes sank slightly, and he exited the news and clicked on the #Inferior Milk Powder# again.

　　The skinny boy sat by the flower bed under the streetlight, tilting his head back and opening his mouth wide, pouring the remaining bread crumbs into his mouth in an unsightly manner.

　　The paparazzi’s secretly taken photos were blurry, and the light from the streetlight was hazy, but it still clearly showed the strong unwillingness and hatred in the boy’s eyes.

　　Jiang Han wrote down the time of the news, and searched it casually, and found that Wen Tian happened to be in Hengdian that day to shoot a not-so-high-end pornographic web drama.

　　On the same day, Lin Qing’s S-level film and television project opening ceremony was held next door, with big names and dazzling flowers.

　　Extremely subtle emotions passed through Jiang Han’s heart. He raised his dark eyes and quietly watched Wen Tian smiling and taking care of the three cubs.

　　After a while, Song Cheng cooked porridge and fried a few light and delicious side dishes and served them. Wen Tian was surprised, “Wow, Brother Cheng’s cooking skills are really good!”

　　Song Cheng glanced at Jiang Han and said gently, “As long as you like it.”

　　[Hahahaha, the competition has begun! ! ! 】

　　【Damn, who doesn’t love Brother Cheng, who is handsome, makes money and cooks! ! ! Wife, please obey Brother Cheng! ! ! 】

　　Because there is one more clownfish to take care of, the little cub sat obediently after drinking a mouthful of porridge, waiting eagerly for his father to feed his clownfish brother before feeding him. He also urged him in a soft baby voice from time to time, “Daddy is hungry, Daddy eats too, okay?”

　　He was so obedient.

　　Jiang Han’s eyes softened, and he asked the manager to bring some nutritious fish floss and slowly mix it into the bland porridge.

　　While Wen Tian was feeding the two children, Jiang Han suddenly said, “Teacher Wen.”

　　”What for?” Wen Tian turned his face unhappily, and suddenly, a spoonful of sweet and non-greasy porridge was fed into his mouth.

　　Wen Tian’s beautiful peach blossom eyes slightly widened, Jiang Han’s stern eyebrows softened, and he said seriously, “Fish paste porridge, delicious.”

　　Wen Tian: … …

　　Holding a spoonful of porridge in his mouth, he couldn’t spit it out or swallow it. Wen Tian’s face was puffed up, his long eyelashes blinked, and his eyes were full of clear questions.

　　That look was cute and a little funny. Jiang Han raised the corners of his mouth, and smiled like a spring breeze thawing the ice. He stretched out his hands to cover the young man’s soft face and pinched it left and right.

　　Gulp.

　　Wen Tian was stunned and was forced to swallow the porridge.

　　“Don’t just focus on taking care of the children,” Jiang Han scooped up another spoonful of porridge, blew on it and brought it to Wen Tian’s mouth, “Take care of yourself too.”

　　Wen Tian: (☉д⊙)

　　The protagonist, you must have taken the wrong medicine!!!

　　[Damn! President Jiang’s move is so killer ahhhhhhhhh!!! (Screaming) (Screaming)]

　　[As expected of the king of the business world, he’s also good at flirting. If I had a boyfriend who’s so good at flirting, I can’t imagine how cheerful I would be_(:з」∠)_]

　　[I win, I win!!! My wife has been taking care of three kids so much that he hasn’t even had a bite of food yet!! (Damn it, damn it!!)]

　　Song Cheng was concentrating on taking care of Song Zhinian. When he saw the movement here, his usually good-tempered expression tightened slightly and he put down the spoon in his hand.

　　The little kid who had been concerned about whether his father had eaten well poked out his little head, curved his big round eyes, and said sweetly, “Thank you, uncle~”

　　Jiang Han smiled lightly, “You’re welcome, it’s what I should do.”

　　What do you mean by what I should do!

　　Wen Tian’s eyes widened in frustration, and his face suddenly became hot and red.

　　”No… you…” As soon as he opened his mouth, Jiang Han fed him another spoonful of porridge without saying anything.

　　Wen Tian’s eyes were full of resistance and embarrassment, but Jiang Han glanced at the manager, “Give some to the children.”

　　The manager smiled and hurried to get the fish floss. The clueless little kid waved his little hands and cheered, “Wow~~ Dad, we have fish floss to eat~~”

　　”Expensive fish floss~~~”

　　A small box of fish floss that can be used as baby food costs hundreds of yuan. When he was very young, his father bought it for him once, and the big and small even licked the bottom of the box clean.

　　The baby who had just learned to talk licked the spoon and said in a milky voice, “Wait baby, when baby grow up, baby will buy more for you. They are so delicious!”

　　But Wen Tian stared at the box of fish floss for a long time with red eyes, threw the box to the ground in frustration, and cursed, “You are useless. Why did I keep you!”

　　Wen Tian slammed the door and left, leaving the baby in the walker crying loudly.

　　Now, there are so many beautifully packaged fish floss in front of him~~~

　　The little boy happily held several boxes of fish floss in his arms and presented them to Wen Tian like a treasure, “Daddy eat~~Daddy likes it~~”

　　[Wuwuwuwu Auntie’s heart is about to melt (covering mouth and crying) When can I have such a good and sensible child (covering mouth and crying)]

　　”Remember,” Jiang Han nodded seriously, “Teacher Wen likes to eat fish floss.”

　　”Then eat more,” Jiang Han handed over the spoon, “Ah – open your mouth, Teacher Wen.”

　　Wen Tian: ………………

　　Wen Tian’s face was red as if blood could drip, and the extreme embarrassment made his mind blank.

　　He stared at Jiang Han’s face as he got closer and closer, and the look in Jiang Han’s dark eyes, which seemed to be teasing and distressed.

　　As expected of the protagonist, the closer the distance, the more oppressive the handsomeness, almost making it impossible to think, but the sound of the heartbeat became more deafening.

　　Wen Tian’s mind went blank, and he opened his mouth obediently.

　　Jiang Han was very satisfied, his thin lips moved, and he suddenly said silently: Teacher Wen, you are so good.

　　A wave of hot air hit the top of his head, and Wen Tian instantly heard a scream from above his head like steam knocking over a teapot.

　　The main character!!! Don’t go too far!!!

　　Wen Tian was angry and embarrassed. He looked around, picked up the baby chair of the little boy, and put it between him and Jiang Han, angrily, “Mr. Jiang likes to feed porridge so much, Xiaoguai will be left to you to take care of!”

　　The little boy who was suddenly pulled up and fell down: ???

　　Daddy, is the baby already a part of your play?

　　Wen Tian turned his back and concentrated on taking care of the clownfish, determined to ignore Jiang Han. Jiang Han lowered his eyes and looked at the cute little kid, and said with a smile, “Be good, call Uncle Jiang, and I’ll give you delicious food.”

　　”Uncle Jiang!!!” The little baby’s voice was sweet and crisp, without hesitation for a second, and he didn’t forget to raise his little hand to show two boxes of beautiful fish floss, “Baby, you want to eat a big box of delicious fish floss!”

　　Jiang Han rubbed his head, “Okay, eat as much as you want.”

　　”Dad,” Song Zhinian said with a little regret, “Little darling is not sitting next to me.”

　　Song Cheng silently stared at Wen Tian’s flushed face and the side dishes on the table that were almost untouched except for the porridge, and said softly, “Well, Teacher Wen is not sitting next to me either.”