Yun Shishi's expression soured. She picked up the remote control and switched off the TV.
How annoying; forget it! What I can't see won't hurt me.
As she stepped into the kitchen, she saw the heated pot on the gas stove. With a knife in his hand, Youyou swiftly chopped green onion into sections, threw the chopped pieces into the pot together with garlic cloves, and stir-fried the ingredients.
She was gobsmacked at this.
Each time she saw her son's superb knife skills, she would feel relative amazement.
Moments later, the aroma of exquisitely cooked food wafted through the air.
She sniffed it in intoxication, her tense brows relaxing a little.
As long as this cute baby was waiting for her at home, everything would be fine.
Her greatest fortune was to give birth to this pair of babies, Youyou and Little Yichen. This was especially the case for Youyou, her little sweetheart. No matter how frustrated she got outside, once she returned home, all those unhappiness and frustrations quickly dissipated in the presence of his bright smile.
Her little sweetheart, who seemed to have magical powers, always had the ability to dissipate her negative emotions.
This was probably the so-called happiness.
While she did not know what children in his age bracket were like, she still thought that he was a little too mature for his age.
She fell into deep thought.
Was she a little unqualified as a mother?
Amid her musing, the boy finished cooking a dish. When he turned his head, he saw her standing at the door with a strange look on her face. He raised a brow curiously.
"Mommy, what's wrong?"
She regained her senses immediately. "Ah, nothing much; did I bother you?"
His lips twitched. "No. It's quite smoky in the kitchen; mommy should go out. If not, you will be smoked to become a haggard, old woman."
"…" She was amused by his words. "What haggard, old woman? The smokes are going to you, too. Aren't you scared of smoking yourself?"
He smiled gracefully but kept quiet. His eyes seemed to be saying that he was so unlucky to have a mommy who was clueless on housework.
She was struck by his expression. "Hey, hey, hey! I protest; those eyes of yours are obviously mocking mommy!"
"Youyou never despise this, though!"
With that, the little boy picked up the vegetables at the side, poured water over them, and carefully washed each. He said, "Youyou has said it before; mommy is in charge of beauty while Youyou is in charge of supporting the family."
Hearing these words, while she understood that it was a joke, for some reason, she faintly felt guilty toward this little boy.
Hence, she stood behind him and hugged his soft body. "Youyou, mommy also feels that I'm not qualified enough."
Shocked, he promptly retorted, "Who said that?! Did anyone speak ill of mommy?"
It must be Mu Yazhe!
That man must've accused mommy of being irresponsible right in her face!
In that moment, a man in the CEO's office of the Mu Group gracefully sneezed for being unjustly implicated.
She shook her head. "Youyou, you don't have to cook anymore; mommy will do the cooking from here on."
He firmly rejected.
"Huh? Why?" She was baffled and then defended herself in a solemn manner. "Mommy's cooking is also very delicious! It's just that, sometimes, the standard drops a bit, but it's only for a little bit!"
The boy was firm in his answer, though. "I can't; it's because Youyou thinks that mommy eating his cooking is a very fortunate thing."
She was surprised.
"So, mommy, don't deprive Youyou of this small happiness."