Chapter 1610 The Sweetness of a Family of Three

Little Milk Bag pouted slightly and pushed her quietly.

Tong Yan pretended not to see it, stood up and went upstairs as if nothing had happened, "I'm bored downstairs, I'll go upstairs and read a book."

She walked very decisively, without even turning her head.

Little Milk Bag hated her for being disloyal, snorted lightly, shrank from Fang Chixia, turned aside and looked at her quietly, thinking of other ideas.

"I'll go prepare dinner!" Fang Chixia turned around and went straight to the kitchen.

Who knew that just as she stepped in, Luo Yibei followed her in.

He seemed to be very leisurely, slowly came to her side, his eyes lazily scanned the kitchen counter, picked up a tomato in front of the kitchen counter, played with it in his hands, and put it back.

"Do you want me to help you?" He looked at her side with a playful look.

"Very idle?" Fang Chixia rolled her eyes at him.

"Not bad!" Luo Yibei curled his lips, turned around and picked up a cookbook next to him and flipped through it casually.

Fang Chixia ignored him and continued to cook by herself.

The two had just stayed inside for a few minutes when Little Milk Bag suddenly walked in.

The short and small figure came to Fang Chixia's side with one step and one shake, and raised his palm-sized face. He said the same words as Luo Yibei, "Do you want me to help you?"

Fang Chixia turned her head and her eyes moved down at an extremely slow speed. She glanced at him and gave him a contemptuous look, "You?"

"What's wrong with me? Do you look down on children?" Little Milk Bag raised his chin proudly and straightened his body.

He actually didn't go into the kitchen much, but he seemed very confident.

Fang Chixia twitched her lips and pushed a small plate of small tomatoes to him, "Then help wash this. If you can't reach it, ask Beibei to help!"

Her Beibei was particularly smooth, and she deliberately added a little emphasis on the pronunciation.

Luo Yibei's eyes twitched, and he turned his head to look at her strangely.

Fang Chixia turned sideways and continued to do his own thing as if nothing had happened.

"Beibei, hold me!" Little Milk Bag raised his little face and stretched out his two short arms to Luo Yibei.

Luo Yibei's lips twitched fiercely, and he picked him up.

Holding him and sitting on the kitchen counter, together with him, the two occasionally helped Fang Chixia in the kitchen.

Dinner was cooked by three people. Luo Yibei was responsible for washing things, and Little Milk Bag was responsible for adding seasonings to the dishes from time to time.

He actually couldn't do anything at all, but he had a lot of fun when adding seasonings, regardless of saltiness, sourness or spiciness.

Today's dinner was very special. After Little Milk Bag participated, it had all kinds of flavors.

Fang Chixia stared at Luo Yibei silently while eating. She thought he would be very disgusted.

But Luo Yibei seemed to frown, and seemed to be eating very attentively.

"Is it delicious?" Little Milk Bag leaned over and asked with a smile.

"Not bad." Luo Yibei replied indifferently, and when he stood up and prepared to leave the table, he suddenly added, "I like it!"

Little Milk Bag was slightly startled, with an expression that his jaw almost dropped.

A three-year-old child would not understand what this conveyed, but Fang Chixia did.

What he liked was not the taste of the dish, she knew, but the feeling when the three of them were in the kitchen together just now...