Chapter 105: You Don’t Have to Worry About Us

“Hmm.”

Hu Yao mumbled in response, nodding her head.

Jiang Han chuckled, surprised that she actually admitted it.

He pulled her closer, wrapping her in the blanket. “You’re getting bolder? You dare to have an opinion about me!”

Her shoulder was already getting cold from the time she went out for a bit. Jiang Han frowned. He should have put her clothes on last night.

“You told me to,” Hu Yao said, a little sullen. They had argued before, and he had said she should tell him anything.

But when she did, he still complained!

“I said tell me the truth! Don’t give me any opinions in bed! Do you have any common sense?”

Hu Yao: “…”

He was being unreasonable!

She sulked in silence.

“No sound? Still have an opinion?” He pinched the soft flesh on her waist.

Hu Yao was ticklish and instinctively struggled to avoid his hand. Her raised knee bumped into him.

He didn’t know where it hit, but his face turned black.

Hu Yao looked at him for a few seconds and silently retracted her leg. Her voice was lowered: “I’m going to get up and make breakfast.”

Jiang Han, with a black face, pressed her down, gritting his teeth: “Make what breakfast! You’ll be finished if you cripple me! You’ve used me a few times, but I haven’t finished using you!”

“…”

Hu Yao’s face unconsciously turned red again. She didn’t mean to kick him.

“You pinched my waist first, I was itchy.”

Jiang Han snorted, completely unreasonable. He found her hand and demanded in a righteous manner: “You bumped me and hurt me, rub it for me.”

Hu Yao didn’t want to rub him, her cheeks were burning.

But in these rogue matters, he never considered her opinion.

After a long time, she couldn’t bear the shame and annoyance, and used her messy and dirty hand to wipe him.

“Look at you, so disgusted. When I touched your things, did I ever dislike you?” Jiang Han grabbed her wrist, looking like she was not generous enough.

After all this commotion, Jiang Xiaochao had already woken up. As soon as he woke up, he ran to their room and asked in a childish voice if they were awake.

“No!” Jiang Han threw two words at him, rolled out of bed, found Hu Yao’s clothes, put them on her, and then let her get out of the bed.

“Dad is awake!” Jiang Xiaochao hummed, saying he was lying.

The sky was bright outside the window. His childish voice, full of energy, rang out outside the door. Hu Yao smiled slightly, casually tied her hair, went to open the door, avoided his injured little hand, and hugged his thin little body.

“Why aren’t you wearing your clothes properly?”

“He said yesterday that he wanted to freeze himself silly!”

Before Jiang Xiaochao could answer, Jiang Han said calmly.

Jiang Xiaochao hummed: “I wanted to freeze myself silly yesterday, but I don’t want to today!”

“Mom, wait for me, I’m going to put on my clothes!” He turned to Hu Yao, being obedient again.

“Okay.” Hu Yao smiled and let go of him.

This morning’s breakfast was congee with preserved egg and lean pork, and steamed buns. While Hu Yao was kneading the dough, she heard the father and son talking outside, their voices high and low.

Jiang Han was putting on Jiang Xiaochao’s coat. His little hand was broken, and he was still clumsy in many things. Although Jiang Han, as his father, would complain and scold him, he still felt a little sorry for him.

“Dad, I’m going to play with Mom today.”

“Oh, watch your mother.”

“Why don’t you ever play with us! You didn’t go with me and Yao Yao to catch puppies before.” Jiang Xiaochao raised his little hand cooperatively, waiting for Jiang Han to button his buttons.

“If I run around with you two, what am I going to eat? Eat the northwest wind? You idiot!” Jiang Han rolled his eyes: “Without your father making money, you’d be a fool who couldn’t even herd cattle!”

Jiang Xiaochao pouted: “Okay, then Dad, don’t play, you have to earn a lot of money to support us and let us play. You work hard!”

Jiang Han buttoned the last button and gave him a slap, telling him to scram.

He wondered what kind of evil he had done to have such a troublesome son!

“Dad, I want to drink milk~!”

Jiang Xiaochao, who had just left, came back to find him. Before he could refuse, he raised his little radish finger to show him.

Jiang Han, with a cold face, made him a cup.

“Dad, I…”

“Shut up! Don’t push your luck.”

“…”

Hu Yao listened in the kitchen, a smile unconsciously blooming in her eyes.

Every morning when Jiang Xiaochao woke up, he would run around looking for something to eat. After eating a bunch of miscellaneous things, his little belly could still fit Hu Yao’s breakfast.

That’s why Jiang Han always said that Jiang Xiaochao’s stomach was made of something else. He had never seen a kid who could eat more than him. He said he ate all day long, and he ate so much that his brain wasn’t sharp.

Hu Yao didn’t like him saying that about Jiang Xiaochao, but it was undeniable that Jiang Xiaochao did eat a lot…

But he was still a child, growing up, it was fine to eat more!

“Mom, feed Chaochao.” Hu Yao picked up Jiang Xiaochao’s small bowl and said softly with a smile.

Jiang Xiaochao’s right hand was injured, and it was inconvenient for him to eat. When he was younger, she hadn’t even fed him. After she recovered, he learned to use chopsticks and ate by himself obediently. This was the first time Hu Yao had fed him.

Looking at his delicate and white little face, Hu Yao’s eyes softened a little.

She patiently and carefully fed him spoon by spoon.

“Eat well!~” Jiang Xiaochao’s little face was red. Sometimes his shyness towards Hu Yao came suddenly. When he became shy, he had a little habit, he wanted to cover his little face.

He covered it, looked at Hu Yao with bright and happy eyes. Before Hu Yao had scooped up another spoonful of porridge, he had already opened his small mouth in preparation–>>

He was wearing it.

Jiang Han watched this scene, making a tsk sound, finding it unpleasant.

This little bastard, Jiang Fuchao, was taking advantage of his injury, even having someone feed him! Was Hu Yao stupid?

“Jiang Fuchao, eat by yourself!” He found it irritating.

“His hand is like this, I’ll feed him, be careful he gets it dirty again.” Hu Yao spoke first.

“Are you stupid from being pregnant? When did Jiang Fuchao ever eat with his right hand!” Jiang Han was speechless: “You just love to pamper him, don’t you?”

Jiang Xiaochao blinked, his face full of innocence, then he reacted: “Oh yeah, I eat with this hand! I write with this hand too!”

He raised his left hand.

“I forgot!”

Jiang Han snorted: “You and your mother are both idiots!”

Hu Yao: “…”

She did forget, but wasn’t it just a small thing? Why was he cursing again!

“I just like feeding Chaochao.” She pursed her lips, feeling depressed.

“I like Mommy feeding me too!” After she finished speaking, Jiang Xiaochao’s eyes lit up, he nodded repeatedly to show he felt the same: “Daddy, you don’t need to worry about us!”

Jiang Han’s face turned black, seeing his annoying appearance made him want to hit him again.

“How old are you? You need someone to feed you when you eat properly, do you want me to feed you too?”