Chapter 20

In fact, what Qianlin wanted to ask Ninghe was, why didn’t she just tell her aunt that she made the dress herself?

Ning He smiled mysteriously at Qian Lin: “Lin Bao, this is the first survival rule that mommy wants to teach you.”

“Laws of survival?” Qianlin was confused.

He doesn’t know what the law of survival is.

Ning He nodded, and after pulling Qian Lin back home, the mother and son sat on a stool facing each other, and then continued the previous topic.

Ning He said: “The meaning of the law of survival is that we must learn the essentials of survival when living in this world. The first point is to restrain our edge and hide our skills in clumsiness.”

“Curtain your edge? Hide your cleverness in clumsiness? What does this mean?” Qianlin asked.

For a three-year-old child, Ning He’s words were too profound and difficult to understand.

Ning He explained: “Be humble, act silly appropriately, and have a humble heart.”

Qianlin nodded, not quite understanding: “So mom said the clothes were bought because she was being modest?”

Ning He raised her lips and smiled: “Linbao is so smart! He understands everything mom says!”

Qianlin’s face turned red again. He urged Ninghe in a low voice: “Mom, is two days enough? You have to make so many clothes!”

Although the project is huge, Ninghe is full of motivation.

She did what she said and sat back in front of the sewing machine: “Of course, Linbao, come here, mom will teach you how to design patterns.”

Qianlin was happy to learn. Ninghe moved a stool next to him, and the mother and son took pencils and drew patterns on white paper.

Ning He feels that a three-year-old child’s imagination is richer than that of an adult. What’s more, children understand children. Ning He believes that the patterns designed by Qianlin will definitely be liked by children of the same age!

Qianlin found this feeling magical. What he drew on the white paper could actually appear on the clothes.

What an incredible thing this is. Is there really anyone who likes the pattern he designed?

Qianlin was a little nervous and a little expectant.

Ning He gave all the clothing patterns to Qianlin to design, and she was responsible for sewing the clothes.

The mother and son were busy from the afternoon until dark.

They didn’t even know when He Shaochuan came back.

He Shaochuan felt that the house was unusually quiet tonight.

He pushed open the gate of the yard and looked at the warm yellow light on in the house. It was obvious that someone was home, but why was it so quiet?

He Shaochuan frowned and pushed the door open and walked in.

At a glance, I saw the mother and son in the corner.

To be precise, it was a mother and son sitting next to the sewing machine.

Qianlin sat aside drawing with a pen, while Ninghe was fiddling with the sewing machine.

Ning He heard the noise, looked up at He Shaochuan, and said a little embarrassedly: “I am quite curious about this sewing machine, so I wanted to try it out, but I tried it until dark and forgot the time.”

It was already dark outside the window. Ning He avoided eye contact and acted as if he was at a loss and innocent.

It was when He Shaochuan walked to the door that she suddenly realized it and hid the clothes she had just made, pretending to be tinkering with the machine curiously.

The purpose was to prevent He Shaochuan from discovering that she actually knew how to use a sewing machine.

Qianlin even cooperated and sat next to Ninghe to block the newly made clothes for her.

He Shaochuan secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, both mother and son were fine and nothing serious had happened.

“It’s okay. We have eggs and vegetables at home. I’ll go cook some noodles.”

“Let’s keep it simple tonight. How about some noodles? I’ll go cook them!”

They both spoke at the same time, and as soon as the words fell, Ning He and He Shaochuan were both stunned.

This is such a tacit understanding, they almost said it in unison.

Qianlin covered his mouth and laughed: “Mom and Dad both like to eat noodles.”

Ning He coughed lightly and looked at He Shaochuan: “Then I’ll trouble Dad to cook tonight?”

Ning He called him dad? He Shaochuan frowned slightly.

What kind of weird name is this?

Qianlin said to Ninghe excitedly, “Mom, the vegetable and egg noodles made by Dad are delicious!”

Ning He pinched Qian Lin’s nose and said, “You’re a fence-sitter. Whichever side has the advantage, you’ll go to that side.”

Qianlin was amused by Ninghe and started to giggle.

He Shaochuan looked at the scene in front of him with his child laughing and his wife making noises, and his cold and hard heart seemed to be injected with a warm current, which was melting his frozen heart bit by bit.

While He Shaochuan was in the kitchen, Ning He hid all the new clothes she had just made in Qianlin’s room.

We can’t let He Shaochuan find out.

Although He Shaochuan does not practice male chauvinism, he is a soldier after all, and Ning He is a military dependent.

Ning He, a military dependent, made money in the compound. If this matter were to spread, it would have a bad impact on He Shaochuan.

That’s why Ning He didn’t tell the woman at first that she made the clothes herself.

The purpose is to avoid these unnecessary troubles.

Soon, three bowls of noodles were cooked. They were simple vegetable and egg noodles.

The golden fried eggs paired with lush green vegetables look particularly appetizing.

But it was too hot that day, and eating hot pasta was a challenge.

Ning He looked at Qian Lin who was eating a few mouthfuls of noodles, and beads of sweat had already appeared on his forehead and nose.

She used a handkerchief to gently wipe Qianlin’s face, but Ninghe remained untouched with the whole bowl of noodles.

“If it doesn’t taste good, don’t eat it. I’ll go to the cafeteria to get you some food later.” He Shaochuan also noticed the untouched bowl of noodles in front of Ning He.

Yes, he almost forgot that during the days Ning He came to the compound, he only ate in the cafeteria and didn’t eat a single bite of the food he made.

She probably doesn’t like it.

I don’t like what he cooks or anything about him.

He Shaochuan lowered his eyes and ate his noodles in silence.

Ning He was stunned. Did He Shaochuan misunderstand something?

“I haven’t even eaten it yet, how do you know I won’t find it tasty?” Ning He asked back.

He Shaochuan looked up at Ning He, but before he could react, he saw Ning He picked up a piece of noodles with chopsticks, blew on it, and stuffed it into his mouth.

This move surprised He Shaochuan.

Only after swallowing the food in his mouth did Ning He continue, “The noodles are a little hot, I want to let them cool for a while before eating.”

He Shaochuan knew that he had misunderstood Ning He, and apologized to Ning He sincerely: “I was prejudiced and misunderstood you.”

Ning He certainly knew why He Shaochuan felt this way, it was because of his original body.

She waved her hand and added, “Also, this noodle is delicious. I like it very much.”

This casual compliment was even more unexpected to He Shaochuan.

“If you like it, eat more. I’ll cook more next time.” He Shaochuan cleared his throat and tried to speak more naturally.

Ning He reacted very quickly and said, “No, I won’t cook noodles next time.”

“Huh?” He Shaochuan looked at Ning He in confusion.

Ning He had a good idea, and the smile on his face deepened: “It’s so hot, next time I’ll make cold noodles for you!”

Cold noodles?