CHAPTER 636: CHAPTER 611 "BATTLEFIELD"_3

Without putting Tang Yuan down, she directly took him to the kitchen, placed him on the stool in front of the kitchen table, then prepared the meat filling, arranging the wonton wrappers and meat filling in front of Tang Yuan.

"Tang Yuan, want to make wontons with mom together?"

Tang Yuan immediately beamed with joy.

Since he was born, his great-grandfather and great-grandmother, grandparents, even great-great-grandparents pampered him so much, they could not bear even a hint of harm.

The result of being overly protective was that this child lost out on many childhood joys.

Now being able to help Jiang Xiaoxiao make wontons immediately made Tang Yuan’s tiny face turn flushed with excitement.

"Sure, mom is the best, mom is amazing, mom is the greatest, Tang Yuan loves mom the most. Tang Yuan wants to help mom make wontons."

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When Song Moting came back, he heard the giggling sounds of Tang Yuan before he even entered the house, unconsciously making his footsteps lighter.

Beside the kitchen table, Jiang Xiaoxiao and Tang Yuan were covered head to toe in flour.

A small hand was clumsily pinching the dough, which was already torn in several places.

The meat filling spilled out pitifully.

This made Jiang Xiaoxiao laugh heartily.

She intentionally pinched Tang Yuan’s ears and cheeks with her flour-covered hands.

The result was that Tang Yuan’s face was a sight to behold.

This little guy was still proudly complacent.

"Mom, look at the wontons I made. Later I want to eat the ones I made, I’ll eat them all. Also want to give some to brother." He confidently pointed to the wontons beside him that were a pitiful sight.

Jiang Xiaoxiao’s lips curled into a slight smile as she reached for the last two wonton wrappers, but suddenly her hand stopped.

Following her intuition, she turned to look at the door.

Then, she saw Song Moting.

Song Moting was only wearing a white shirt, three buttons undone at the chest, sleeves rolled up, revealing the watch on his left wrist, hands in the pockets of his suit trousers, his stature tall and upright, such a shirt made his good physique apparent at first glance.

A physique that looks slim when dressed, well-defined when undressed, especially seeming orderly and balanced, it was unclear how long he had been standing there.

His eyes were full of gentle smiles, lips carrying a hint of amusement, his whole being relaxed and warmly enveloped.

Jiang Xiaoxiao met his eyes, despite being married for so long, the two of them still felt intensely like they were newlyweds.

Sometimes Jiang Xiaoxiao wondered if other people’s relationships were like theirs.

They were spouses, friends, confidants, and lovers.

Their complex emotions made life feel rich like wine.

Never a dull moment.

It was hard to imagine how wonderful and happy it would be for them to still be like this when they’re fifty, sixty, even eighty.

Song Moting walked in with a smile.

"What are you two doing? Making wontons? I came back early today, I’m in for a treat."

He naturally embraced her waist from behind Jiang Xiaoxiao.

Jiang Xiaoxiao playfully slapped him, "Get up, or I’ll cover you in flour, look, we’re both like flour monkeys, do you want to join?"

Then unexpectedly gave Song Moting a flour-coated face wash.

Tang Yuan immediately jumped with joy.

Clapping his little hands and laughing.

"Dad turned into Santa Claus, the white-bearded Santa Claus."

Song Moting chuckled gently, eyes dark, this Xiaoxiao still so childlike.

Grabbed a handful of flour, and scattered it playfully.

Then the kitchen battle began.

Tang Yuan took the flour bowl, with half a bowl of flour in it, and started indiscriminate attacks.

Jiang Xiaoxiao countered with flour from the chopping board.

Song Moting became their target.

In an instant, the kitchen became a chaotic battlefield.

When Fan Xiuying and Jiang Xiaoshi brought Baozi home, they were stunned seeing three "snowmen" in the kitchen.

Covered in flour from head to toe, their original appearance was already indistinguishable.

Fan Xiuying was amused beyond measure.

Jiang Xiaoxiao and Tang Yuan’s antics were one thing.

The son-in-law, someone usually so steady and reserved, even participated in such antics.

The couple was both infuriated and amused.

"Mom and Dad, why are you here?"

Jiang Xiaoxiao sheepishly, aware of her actions.

On a rare day off, she indulged in this with Tang Yuan?

And got caught by her own mother and father.

Jiang Xiaoxiao quickly hid behind Song Moting.

Song Moting immediately stepped forward.

"Mom and Dad, it was my idea to mess around with them, just wanted to play with Tang Yuan, it’s good for the child’s psychological growth."

Bravely taking responsibility.

Tang Yuan, like Jiang Xiaoxiao, had already chickened out.

His chubby hand held mom’s, they were trench comrades.

"Yes, grandma, we’re just playing games."

Fan Xiuying gave Jiang Xiaoxiao a look, but she already knew, the son-in-law took the blame.

No one knows a daughter better than her mother, only her girl could come up with this.

A son-in-law with such character, would never do such outrageous things.

Not minding, she picked up Tang Yuan, "Come, go back and take a bath with grandma, let your parents also wash up. Your family sure knows how to have fun, other families can’t afford white flour, and you’re using it for battles."

"Gosh, this is wasting food."

Tang Yuan understood only slightly, sighed, and recited aloud.

"Hoeing millet at noon, sweat dripping to the Earth, how could the food on the plate, come so hard earned. Mom and Dad, you owe an apology to Farmer Uncle."

Then hugged Fan Xiuying’s neck resolutely, "Gosh, wasting food is shameful!"

Jiang Xiaoxiao and Song Moting watched as Fan Xiuying and Jiang Xiaoshi took Tang Yuan away, Baozi looked at them disappointedly, then followed.

The two of them became the culprits.

Jiang Xiaoxiao was amused and annoyed.

Ungrateful little brat.

This was abandoning comrades.