He ran into the kitchen with the click of a little slipper. Wen Tian, ​​who was washing vegetables, wiped his hands on his apron and picked up the little kid with one hand.

    Wen Tian cut a piece of ham sausage and fed it to the little kid. Jiang Dabai grabbed it in his hand and chewed it with a fragrant mouth, making his cheeks bulge.

    Jiang Dabai hugged Wen Tian’s neck tightly, and ate while his little mouth was chattering, “I’m not like that annoying lazy uncle outside. He doesn’t even come to help when he eats the food made by daddy.”

    The little baby voice revealed unparalleled disgust.

    The little kid, who was as sweet and obedient as a glutinous rice dumpling, has already expressed his disgust for Jiang Han twice.

    He deserves to be the protagonist to be hated by such an obedient and soft little kid.

    Wen Tian didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. He poured the side dishes into the pot and said casually with the sound of oil splashing, “Yeah, Dad also thinks he’s annoying.”

    In the living room, Jiang Han pressed his index finger between his eyebrows, his mind full of “three girlfriends”.

    Jiang Han was about to send a message to Yu Sheng to ask about the “three girlfriends”, but before the message could be sent, Wen Tian’s mobile phone on the table suddenly rang.

    A string of unremarked mobile phone numbers appeared on the lit screen.

    Jiang Han recognized it as Song Cheng’s phone at a glance.

    When they were at the amusement park, Song Cheng told him that he wanted to pursue Wen Tian, ​​so in a sense, they are now rivals and opponents.

    Song Cheng’s number was still on. Jiang Han thought about it, hung up the phone, and replied with an automatic reply in Wen Tian’s tone: Hello, I’m busy now, I’ll get back to you later.

    Jiang Han picked up his phone and went to the kitchen to inform Wen Tian. As soon as he walked to the kitchen door, he heard Wen Tian say in the lively sound of cooking, “Dad hates him too.”

    Jiang Han’s breath was choked, and a helpless and smiling voice sounded behind Wen Tian, ​​”Teacher Wen, are you saying bad things about me behind my back?”

    Wen Tian, ​​who was caught on the spot: … …

    Wen Tian turned around, his eyes widened, and his face flushed with embarrassment.

    “Ah…” Wen Tian’s ears turned red with embarrassment, and he explained stutteringly, “It’s not… it’s… wait, what are you doing with my phone?”

    Jiang Han shook the phone in front of him, “It’s Song Cheng’s call, I…”

    Jiang Han wanted to explain that he handled it well, but Wen Tian wiped hid hands in a hurry and snatched the phone back with a wary look.

    Seeing the strange missed call, Wen Tian was a little unhappy, “Why did you hang up?”

    Then, Song Cheng’s message happened to pop up: OK, remember to reply to me when you are free – Song Cheng.

    Wen Tian looked up and saw the text message that Jiang Han replied for him.

    Although he didn’t receive the call, Jiang Han handled it very carefully. It didn’t affect his subsequent contact with Song Cheng at all, nor did it cause any unnecessary misunderstandings

    .

“I misunderstood you… Then I’ll add a dish for you later?”

    Jiang Han sneered and asked earnestly, “Teacher Wen, do you hate me so much?”

    “Can’t you give me a chance? That night I actually…”

    “Hello? Brother Cheng?” Wen Tian turned off the gas at the same time and called Song Cheng back. His voice just covered Jiang Han’s next words, “Do you have something to talk to me about? Yes, I’m a little busy. I’m cooking.”

    Song Cheng didn’t know what he said, and Wen Tian laughed happily, “Okay, then we’ll talk about it in detail when Teacher Su organizes a party.”

    Song Cheng paused and said with inexplicable disappointment, “Okay.” After a brief chat, Wen Tian hung up the phone, his excited expression disappeared, and he looked at Jiang Han with the same defensiveness in his eyes, and asked, “What did you just say?”

    Jiang Han was hurt by that look, and his eyes condensed, “Nothing.”

    Wen Tian curled his lips.

    Jiang Han was asking for trouble, his eyes darkened, and he sighed helplessly.

    Wen Tian may have forgotten, or may not want to mention it again, but if he forced to mention it, he was afraid that Wen Tian would disappear again.

    After thinking about it, Jiang Han squeezed into the narrow kitchen and huddled in the corner of the sink to help Wen Tian.

    His slender figure was slightly bent, his meticulous shirt was folded, his deep eyebrows were serious and solemn, his eyes were slightly lowered, and he stared at the potatoes in his hands seriously.

    After washing them, Jiang Han picked up the knife hanging on the wall. His technique was clumsy, but he began to peel the potatoes in a very professional manner.

    Wen Tian and the little boy looked at him, both big and small with a look of surprise.

    “Frog fun^[1]Ugly guy ⊙０⊙???” Jiang Dabai showed an exaggerated surprised expression, “You can also peel potatoes???”

    “Not really,” Jiang Han pondered for a moment, and said with a smile, “But when I was studying abroad, I often helped Brother Cheng, so I still know a little bit.”

    “Study abroad?” Wen Tian immediately became curious, “Are you classmates with Brother Cheng?”

    “Better than classmates,” seeing Wen Tian was very interested, Jiang Han said without reservation, “The Jiang family and the Song family are old friends. We have known each other since we were very young. When I was studying abroad, I couldn’t get used to the food abroad, so I often went to Brother Cheng’s place to eat.”

    Jiang Han rarely talked a lot. After peeling an ugly potato, he knew to put it in a basin filled with water to prevent oxidation.

    Wen Tian stared at his every move, and a very strange feeling surged in his heart.

    The person in front of him was no longer the flawless, high-ranking cold statue in the novel, but a living person. A living person who would squeeze into a narrow rental house to help him peel potatoes, and would talk to him about the past and the dark history.

    It was wonderful.

    Wen Tian’s eyes were full of curiosity. Jiang Han saw it out of the corner of his eye, turned around and smiled at him, their eyes colliding in the narrow space filled with the fireworks of the world.

    The defense in Wen Tian’s eyes did not completely fade, but he tilted his head slightly, as if he was beginning to be very interested in him. Jiang Han breathed a sigh of relief, and the corners of his lips slowly rose.

    The bet was right.

    Wen Tian is soft and not hard, and showing weakness is obviously more useful than pressing step by step.

    Jiang Han washed the potatoes calmly, and asked, “What should I do with the potatoes? Cut them into strips or cubes?”

    Wen Tian thought for a while, “Cut them into cubes.” Jiang Han nodded, and carefully cut the potatoes into pieces.

    Wen Tian suddenly remembered the messy plate of sashimi in the amusement park restaurant.

    “Puff.” Wen Tian couldn’t help laughing, and his smile was bright and shining.

    “I still have a lot of dark history. If Teacher Wen wants to know, I can tell you everything.” Jiang Han also laughed and said earnestly, “Maybe because of some things, you have misunderstood me, but I want you to know that I am worthy of your trust.”

    “Teacher Wen,” Jiang Han said seriously, “see me clearly before judging me.”

    Wen Tian: … …

    This is simply incomprehensible.

    Wen Tian subconsciously thought that he was going crazy again.

    But for some reason, Jiang Han’s deep gaze stared into his eyes, and his humble posture and extremely earnest tone still made Wen Tian’s mind blank for a moment.

    Wen Tian avoided his gaze first, and hurriedly turned around and left the kitchen with the little cub in his arms, saying, “Call me when you’re done cutting, this is the only dish.”

    Jiang Han watched Wen Tian’s back leave.

    Jiang Dabai lay on Wen Tian’s shoulder and looked at him, his face full of: You kid, tut tut tut.

    Jiang Han’s expression immediately sank, his eyes warned, and he said with his mouth, “You wait.”

    Jiang Dabai trembled all over and hurriedly covered his little butt.

    Wen Tian put the little cub on the sofa, frowned, bent down with a heavy heart to tidy up the coffee table and benches, and clean up the dining area.

    Jiang Dabai twisted and turned, as if the sofa was stabbing his butt.

    The rustling sound attracted Wen Tian’s attention, and Wen Tian looked at him with amusement, “What’s wrong with the baby?”

    “… Daddy,” Jiang Dabai half felt guilty and half was afraid of losing his butt, muttering and hesitantly, “Actually, I feel that this uncle is sometimes a good person.”

    Wen Tian: ? ? ?

    Jiang Dabai twisted and twitched, and made a sweet little baby voice, “Then Daddy will not be irreconcilable with him.”

    Wen Tian was stunned for a moment, and pinched his chubby little face with a smile, “Dad will take care of it, don’t worry.”

    Jiang Han in the kitchen pricked up his ears and heard all the sounds outside clearly.

    Wen Tian’s attitude towards him softened, at least he was no longer so resistant.

    It’s a great thing.

    Jiang Han chuckled and washed the vegetables and the floor more vigorously.

    Wait.

    Jiang Han, who was originally very happy, froze and suddenly thought of Jiang Dabai’s “three girlfriends”.

    Three girlfriends and a bunch of little followers, can the timid and introverted little kid handle it?