Chapter 50:

Xing Xing's face was so embarrassing that he didn't understand why Dad didn't allow himself to be close to his mother. He opened his eyes with big innocent eyes and looked at his mother eagerly, trying to make her decide for herself.
Disappointed, the mother didn't seem to understand what he meant, and even showed a doubtful look: "What's wrong baby?"
Feeling discouraged that the star without telepathy with his mother was a little discouraged, he lowered his head and nudged it over there, whispering, looking at his grievance and saying, "Mom, I want to sleep with you at night."
"Okay." Cheng Huan glanced at Jiang Mingyuan and answered with a smile.
They're used to sleeping anyway.
She promised no burden, but Jiang Mingyuan frowned slightly. He was holding his son, and he didn't agree with him: "The stars are too big, I can't sleep well with my mother."
The stars could understand this, too, and he felt a deep sense of crisis in his heart. Is this to drive him out?
No, he should not be separated from his mother!
Xing Xing stared at Dad angrily, and hurriedly said before her mother said, "Dad I'm still young."
He is still young, so it's no problem sleeping with his mother!
Jiang Mingyuan held his son's hand a little tighter, and looked at the woman who smiled a little, and said helplessly: "You will be five years old after the New Year." It is an older child.
"Then I will be young!" Xing Xing refused to let it go: "Mom said that growing tall is the oldest child."
With a small face, he pointed his weakness seriously and seriously: "I'm short."
Jiang Mingyuan: "..."
Okay, for good reason.
Cheng Huan watched the show on the side, the corners of his mouth became more and more big, and finally he couldn't help laughing.
Father and son on one side watched at the same time.
"It's okay, okay, you guys continue." Cheng Huan waved his hand, and there was an unspeakable smile on his face.
After being teased by her like this, Jiang Mingyuan finally felt that he was a bit boring. He converged and turned the subject uncomfortably: "Stop talking about this, go to eat."
The entire 11th floor of the cruise ship is a restaurant, and the food you can think of can be found almost here. The buffet restaurant Jiang Mingyuan said is close to the deck and has a large area.
The restaurant is quiet, the lights are a bit dim, and soothing and beautiful music is placed. There are all kinds of cuisines on the winding corridor, but few guests come to taste.
Xing Xing loves all kinds of desserts very much. As soon as he enters, he takes the plate and runs to the dessert area. The dining table here is designed to take care of children. It is designed to be very short.
He put the plate on the table and moved things in a little bit. Most of these desserts are bright in color and interesting in shape. Each star wants it. He keeps holding it until the plate can't squeeze, and then holds it with his hands Go back.
Unlike his son's rich spoils, Jiang Mingyuan and Cheng Huan only took seafood porridge. This porridge is now boiled, a little hot, and it needs to be chilled to eat.
The star moved his plate of pastry to the position, he put the plate on the table, and started offering: "Mom, look at my little cake!"
Cheng Huan raised his eyelid and glanced: "Did you eat so much?"
"It can be eaten!" The star was extremely confident: "I am particularly hungry."
Cheng Huan: "... then you come on."
She paused, adding: "You can't waste food, you can't eat it."
"OK!" The little boy agreed without hesitation.
Jiang Mingyuan put a small bowl of porridge in front of Cheng Huan and interceded to his son, "This is too much."
"Let him know what he can do." The temperature of the porridge in the bowl was just right, Cheng Huan bowed his head and took a sip: "It tastes really good."
Seeing her like this, Jiang Mingyuan knew that was useless. He sighed and glanced at his son with pity.
"Dad?" Stars were panicked.
"It's okay, let the stars eat." Jiang Mingyuan looked at him and said, "I can't eat my dad to help you eat."
Jiang always really hurt his son, but his father ’s love was ignored completely. Xingxing heard this and thought his father was going to grab something from him, and quickly reached out to protect the plate: "I will feed my mother."
Jiang Mingyuan: "..." Little white-eyed wolf!
"Well." Cheng Huan was still eating, and couldn't help laughing when listening to the exchange between the father and son. There was something in her mouth, and a grain of rice came into her throat with this smile. Come down.
Cheng Huan covered her chest and couldn't cough her waist. The father and son on the other side quickly put down the things in their hands and patted her back. After a while, Cheng Huan came over and thanked Jiang Mingyuan.
Jiang Mingyuan retracted his hand and narrowed his lips. "Be careful."
Cheng Huan looked away, feeling a bit ashamed. She was such a big person that she still made such mistakes.
The atmosphere was a bit awkward for a while.
At the critical moment, I still want the stars to show off, and the little guy is jumping beside him: "Mom, mom and me!"
"Thank you for the stars, too." Cheng Huan turned around and rubbed his hair.
Because she coughed too long, she still had water vapor in her eyes, and looked pitiful and innocent. Jiang Mingyuan's throat tightened, she took a deep look at her, returned to her place, and said lightly, "Don't eat anything else. "
"I see ..." Cheng Huan prolonged his voice, patted his son's back to let him go back, and stared at her without blinking, making sure his mother was okay, and then returned to his seat and chose from the plate. One of the best little cakes passed: "Mom, you eat."
As soon as Cheng Huan saw the cake, she thought of the conversation between the father and son just now. She drew the corners of her eyes and took the cake from the stars. Somehow she got a bad heart, and she said in front of Jiang Mingyuan: "Do you want to eat ? "
"This is for mom!" Xing Xing thought that mom was going to give the cake to her dad, and stomped to try to stop it. His anxious little face turned red, and the flash of light flashed to find the most unsightly one from the plate. Dad: "This is dad's."
The opposite man looked at all this, his face was helpless, he looked at Cheng Huan, like looking at a sensible child: "Dine well."
"Oh." The president's eye attack was still a bit powerful, Cheng Huan didn't dare to make any more noise, and ate quietly.
The pastry in the restaurant tastes good, the sweetness is average, and it is not greasy to eat. However, even if it is done well, the large plate of things cannot eat the stars.
At first he was so confident and distressed that the cake he had given to his dad felt that it was a pity that he ate one less. However, this mood disappeared after he ate three small cakes.
Three small cakes were enough to fill his belly. The cream seemed to be stuck in his throat. The star finished his last bit of food. He looked bitterly at the rest of the plate and didn't want to move at all.
But he was a very committed child, thinking about what he promised his mother, and the stars lamented, and reluctantly twisted another cake, and took a sip.
His style was seen by the two adults next to him. Jiang Mingyuan was still reluctant to have children. Seeing that he couldn't eat, he took all the rest.
The stars are no longer feeding. He opened his eyes wide and looked at his dad's eyes as if he were looking at an angel. By the way, he took a sip from his hand and passed it: "Daddy will give you this too."
"Don't." Jiang Mingyuan refused.
"All right." The stars were a little disappointed, and felt that Dad was not so bright, he retracted his hand and looked at the plate in front of him: "Daddy, you have to eat it all."
Xingxing took ten different small cakes in total, except for the ones that were previously divided and eaten by himself. Now there are four left on the plate. These cakes are small and look pretty. For dessert lovers, they are good food, but Jiang Mingyuan doesn't like sweet things and is full. For him, these can only be regarded as a kind of suffering.
No way, who made him have such a son.
The man's expression was very light. He ate a small cake with a mouthful of mouthfuls. He behaved gracefully, his movements were not slow or slow, and he did not get cream on his lips like others. Cheng Huan sat across from him, watching his expressionless expression, somehow he felt a bit pitiful.
Cheng Huan felt ridiculous when he was born. How could he be pathetic?
It's just weird. Not only has this idea not been suppressed, but it has become more and more intense over time. She watched Jiang Mingyuan eat the third cake with one bite, and finally reached out to take the last one.
She moved one step earlier, just holding the cake paper, Jiang Mingyuan's hand fell down, and the ten touched, as if current passed through it, both hands trembled. Cheng Huan took the cake and smiled at him. "I'll eat this last one."