"You rest, I'll make dinner." Gently pressing down on the woman's soft shoulders and finding clothes for her to put on the bedside, Cheng Yun then took the clothes and went into the bathroom.
As soon as he came out, he saw Su Yuxun's playful face, "Looks like you had a good time last night, so much so that no one made me dinner."
Even the well-experienced Cheng Yun couldn't help but blush and casually grabbed a snack pack to throw at him, "Eating food won't shut your mouth."
Seeing several bags in the trash can, Cheng Yun frowned and quickly walked into the kitchen, "Stop snacking, I'll make you dinner, it won't take long."
The two of them went to sleep around two last night, so they didn't wake up in the morning, but that doesn't mean seeing his son eat junk food doesn't pain Cheng Yun.
In fifteen minutes, Cheng Yun cooked a bowl of noodles for his son, and hauled Su Yuxun to the dining table to eat. He then nonchalantly prepared Su Tiantian's meal.
