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. Cam 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 wolfed down the entire bowl of fried rice. In fact, he looked as if he hadn’t had


    enough. Upon cing his bowl down, Cam 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 right 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 Cam 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?” The corners of Cam’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


    Cam, 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?” Cam red at him angrily. The feeling of gratitude from earlier


    was long gone now. Ss 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.” Cam 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.” Cam 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!”


    Cam 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 tomunicate 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, “T 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.”All content ? N/.?vel/Dr/ama.Org.