Chapter 8 Mom can’t cook

Mianmian blinked her eyes and ran over happily.

Sang He stared at Mianmian closely, his eyes dimming for a moment.

I once had a child. If not... her child would be as old as Mianmian, would be as cute as Mianmian, and would call "mom" softly and sweetly.

It's a pity that there is no if.

Thinking about the past, Sang He's whole body exuded a faint aura of malaise. She took a breath and forced down the sadness.

"Mom, what do you want to tell Mianmian?"

Mianmian tilted her head, looking extremely cute.

After thinking about his words, Sang He said many words for the first time: "You did a good job today. You were not wrong, so you don't need to apologize."

"We don't take the initiative to bully others, but if we are bullied, we must know how to fight back and don't let others manipulate us."

Mianmian frowned, with confusion in her eyes.

When Sang He was thinking about what to do next, the staff of the program team handed Sang He a task card.

[Okay, okay, stop arguing and continue watching the live broadcast. 】

[Luo Hao is really noisy, not Mianmian at all.]

Maybe she misses her children too much.

Sang He held the bag of bread and didn't know what to say for a moment.

"Give it to me, what do you want to eat?" Sang He's voice was a little soft.

But Luo Hao became even more angry. As soon as He Hui finished speaking, he lay down directly on the bed and rolled around.

Zhang Yang, who was watching the live broadcast, was directly frightened by Sang He's move - the cold Sang He would actually tell Mianmian these truths?!

Even Sang He himself was a little shocked.

"Then Mianmian, help mom!" Mianmian volunteered and raised her little hand.

[Don’t over-interpret it, it’s just a child.]

[It’s just a four-year-old child, what bad intentions can he have?]

Sang He raised his eyebrows in surprise: "When did you get it?"

Mian Mian became excited when she heard about cooking. She didn't eat much all day today, but she was embarrassed to say it.

Mianmian thought for a moment, then took her small schoolbag over and found a piece of bread from it.

But in the end, in order to retain fans, He Hui went to Sang He's house with the food.

He Hui pinched her fingers and said patiently: "Haohao, stop making trouble."

[Study? Can she clearly distinguish what is soy sauce and what is vinegar? 】

Listening to these words, Sang He suddenly felt a little touched in his heart.

[I have been in He Hui's live broadcast room for twenty minutes. Luo Hao is so naughty. He doesn't know how to stop for a moment. I am tired for him. 】

The four people sat down at the table one after another.

"The aunt on the program team gave it to me on the train. I saw that my mother hadn't eaten anything at noon, so she hid it quietly." Mianmian said, handing the bread to Sang He.

A hint of embarrassment appeared on Sang He's beautiful face, "I can't cook..."

The roots of Lian Lian's ears instantly turned red.

【However, it saves you the trouble.】

[Sang He is really pretending, why didn’t you say anything at the time? What are you doing here now? It’s only an afterthought?]

At this moment, the barrage was completely different.

[She is indeed the daughter of a former movie queen. I think this Mianmian is also good at acting. Being sensible and well-behaved is just a set up. 】

[He said that he just came out of Sang He’s live broadcast room. Mianmian is so sensible. Even if she is hungry, she will give her only bread to her mother. My heart breaks when I see it. But Sang He doesn’t know how to cook. That scene

It’s really embarrassing!]

"Mom, what does it say for us to do?" Mianmian asked with a milky voice.

After leaving the makeshift lounge, Luo Hao kept making noise, causing the number of people in He Hui's live broadcast room to decrease.

"It's okay, Mianmian has bread."

[Really or not, didn’t He Hui just make some food and take it to Sang He’s house? Wouldn’t this solve the urgent need of the two families? 】

Hearing the knock on the door, Mianmian glanced at Sang He first, and then opened the door after getting her permission.

At the same time, He Huijia.

She couldn't quite understand what her mother said, it was too profound.

Mianmian's move made many mother fans cry. They recorded the screen and posted it online, saying that they also wanted a child like this.

He Hui prepared the meal and called Luo Hao over to eat: "Hao Hao is here for dinner."

Luo Hao was still sulky and unwilling to eat.

To stay in shape, she almost always eats salads and has never cooked.

Sang He said in a very calm tone: "Cooking."

Many people followed the trend and became shady, but there were also righteous passers-by who couldn't stand it anymore and stood up to say a few words for Mianmian.

Of course, the most important thing is to be able to eat the food cooked by mother!

Thinking like this, my little belly growled unsatisfactorily.

[Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu

But her stomach was clearly growling just now...

After hearing what Sang He was thinking, Mianmian was very discerning and moved a stool for Sang He.

Looking at the barrages scrolling on the screen, He Hui was a little confused.

But she heard her mother say that she was not wrong!

Mianmian nodded vigorously, and then smiled sweetly, her dark eyes filled with smiles.

This kind of behavior was in sharp contrast to Sang He Mianmian and the others.

[I agree with you upstairs, when I look at this Mianmian, he doesn’t look like a simple person.]

"Senior Sister Sang, I have cooked some food, let's eat together."

If I remember correctly, the staff only gave Mianmian a piece of bread, milk and ham sausage. I didn't expect that Mianmian would keep the bread.

"I don't care, you are just looking after other people's children!"

【Agree with upstairs.】

[That is, you are so evil in your own hearts that you think so bad of others.]

The two families were not far apart, and soon He Hui knocked on the door of Sang He's house.

He Hui said as if he were a stranger, and put the food on the table.

"I don't eat, you are a bad mother," Luo Hao sat on the bed, folding his hands on his chest, "You don't even speak for me, and you ask me to apologize to her, I hate you!"

Although she disliked this aunt very much, Mianmian also learned how to be polite in the orphanage, so she still stretched out her hand towards the plate of food.

[Sang He, hurry up and learn to cook, you can’t starve your children!]

He Hui said nothing more and greeted Mianmian with a smile, "Mianmian, please try my aunt's cooking."

He is so sweet and sensible that it makes people feel sad.

Mianmian smiled brightly: "Mianmian is not hungry."

Looking at the dish that didn't look very good, Sang He frowned slowly.

After taking a look, Sang He felt a little worried.

After Mianmian swallowed it, He Hui said proudly: "How was it?"

You know, Sang He can't even cook, so she will definitely win this time.

Thinking of this, the expression on He Hui's face became even more proud.

Mianmian looked like he was hesitating to speak. After hesitating for a moment, he spoke cautiously: "Auntie, you..."
Chapter completed!