Chapter 220


    Chapter 220 Egg Fried Rice Part 2


    “My mommy makes delicious egg fried rice, doesn’t she?” South asked gleefully while looking up at


    Ss.


    Gianna nced at him automatically when she heard that. It was the only dish she was confident with,


    and so it was only natural that she hoped Ss had noints. The man mumbled in agreement,


    and he wolled down the entire bowl of fried rice. In fact, he looked as if he hadn’t had enough. Upon


    cing his bowl down, Gianna heard Ss exim clearly. “It’s delicious!”


    Her mood improved significantly upon hearing that “Are you full already? I can’t finish mine, why don’t I


    give you some of mine?”


    Ss nced at her in surprise. She almost bit her tongue night after saying that. How could I offer him


    my food that I’ve already started eating? Why didn’t I think things through before blurting my thoughts


    out? She grasped at straws while trying to exin herself. “I haven’t touched the rice on this side!”


    Ss answered her straight away. “No worries.” Then, he reached out to take her bowl of fried rice to


    spoon half of it into his bowl. Furthermore, he took the portion which Gianna was already eating


    halfway through. Afterward, he looked up at her, and his gaze gleamed teasingly. “Why are you so


    particr about these things? I’m notining about you at all. Is this enough for you? Why don’t I


    return you some?” Theers of Gianna’s lips twitched uncontrobly because this was her first time


    being so close with a man. Is it alright to shift the rice repeatedly? Besides, what’s up with his gaze? He


    seems to be hinting something in his smile. “No need; it’s enough for me.” She took her half bowl of


    rice and ced it in front of her after saying that. “I’ll sleep with South tonight,” Ss remarked while


    ncing at Gianna, who was also ring at him. Are you saying that you are nning to stay overnight


    here? He looked down while chuckling quietly. This is strange. I actually understand what she’s trying


    to say through her gaze. “What do you mean by that look of yours? Are you hoping that I’d sleep with


    you? “Wow, aren’t you a shameless one?” Gianna red at him angrily. The feeling of gratitude from


    earlier was long gone now. S? suddenly looked serious. It will be bad if I anger this woman and she


    chases me out. “The child has just returned, and I just want to keep himpany.” Gianna kept quiet,


    and she mulled it over suspiciously. At this moment, a child would most probably need a father figure to


    provide him with a sense of security.


    Just when she was about to agree without saying anything, she heard Ss’s voice again. “In reality, I


    would truly like to keep you bothpany. We can sleep in the same room, and I’ll spend the night on


    the floor.” Gianna rolled her eyes straight away. “We can manage by ourselves.” South, who was sitting


    across them both broke the silence. “Mommy, I want to sleep with Uncle Ss!” Gianna was rendered


    speechless when she heard that. With that, things worked out for Ss, and he managed to spend the


    night. After his night shower, he carried South onto the bed. He went online to learn how to


    communicate with children just to be able tomunicate with his son. However, the information online


    didn’t seem appropriate for South, who had an exceptionally high IQ. Can I tell my son bedtime stories,


    just like what the inte says? Perhaps I could y some building blocks with him as a parent-child


    game. But these obviously wouldn’t work. Ss supported his forehead with his hand helplessly. Finally,


    he decided to chat with South to try to get him to rx. “I think your mommy’s egg fried rice was very


    delicious.” South’s eyes sparkled enthusiastically, and he looked very proud when he said, “I know,


    right? That’s my mommy after all! Her tomatoes with eggs are superb too.” Ss chuckled softly. “In


    that case, is my cooking or your mommy’s cooking better?” “My mommy’s, of course!” South answered


    without missing a beat. Ss pouted. “Don’t you need to think it through? You don’t seem professional


    at all.” South weighed his options seriously. “Mommy’s cooking is still the best.” Ss burst outughing


    in frustration. “Why?” South couldn’t express himself urately, and he merely exined, “That’s


    because I can immediately tell if it’s mommy’s cooking, and that is why it’s the best.”


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