Defrosting The Cold Young Master-Chapter 1931 - 1935: Trimming Branches for Xiao Shumiao

It’s truly a feast for the senses!

Normally, morning is when a person has the least appetite.

But just seeing these four dishes from Muu Qingwan, the words "bad appetite" instantly vanish.

Muu Qingwan puts the dishes on plates and brings them to the table.

Just as she turns to go back to the kitchen for the soup, Xiao Shumiao runs down the stairs holding Lingyue’s hand, calling out, "Mom and Dad, Mom and Dad!"

Ye Xingbei quickly goes to meet him, chiding, "Still running? Trying to fall again, are you?"

"Brother Xiaoyue is holding my hand," Xiao Shumiao says with a grin, holding Lingyue’s hand, "With Brother Xiaoyue holding my hand, I won’t fall."

Ye Xingbei quickly approaches, hugging the little boy who’s pounced toward her, and pats his little backside, "Why are you so naughty? Your leg doesn’t hurt anymore, huh?"

"Yep!" Xiao Shumiao nods his head like a pecking chick, "I slept and now it doesn’t hurt at all. Dad’s medicine is amazing!"

Xiao Shumiao pushes her away and jumps into Gu Junzhu’s arms, hugging his thigh and looking up at him, "Dad, you’re the best! I missed you so much. Didn’t you come back at all last night?"

Gu Junzhu laughs, picks him up, kisses him, and just as he’s about to say something, the little guy says, "Wow! Brother Xiao is back? Brother Xiao, where did you hurt yourself? Brother Xiao, does it still hurt? I don’t hurt anymore!"

Yun Jue is about to speak, but sees the dishes on the table, and his eyes light up, "Wow! So much yummy food, smells so good!"

Ye Xingbei is both amused and exasperated, walks over, and pats his backside, "Are you going to let anyone else talk? No manners!"

Gu Junzhu laughs and kisses him again, "Your mom’s right, you little chatterbox, leaving no room for anyone else to speak?"

"Okay," Xiao Shumiao slides down from his arms, climbs onto a dining chair, and sits at the table, acting all obedient, "Then I’ll stop talking, you guys go ahead, I want to eat delicious food!"

"This is for patients, specially made for your Brother Xiao, you can’t eat it." Ye Xingbei teases him.

"Why?" Xiao Shumiao turns to her with a pitiful look, "I’m a patient too, I want to eat patient food."

"How are you a patient?" Ye Xingbei says, "You said it doesn’t hurt anymore?"

Xiao Shumiao sticks out his little tongue to lick his lips, "I said it doesn’t hurt because I’m strong, I don’t want Mom and Dad to worry, actually it hurts a lot."

"Didn’t you say Dad’s medicine is effective and very amazing?" Ye Xingbei tries not to laugh, continues asking, "If it still hurts, does that mean Dad’s medicine isn’t effective, not amazing at all?"

Xiao Shumiao: "..."

"Are you trying to make your son cry?" Gu Junzhu sits next to Xiao Shumiao, picks up a pair of chopsticks, and puts them in his hand, "Eat up, Mom’s teasing you."

Xiao Shumiao pouts, unhappy.

Gu Junzhu picks up another pair of chopsticks, grabs a piece of meat, and offers it to his mouth.

The little guy can’t resist, opens his mouth, eats it, chews a few times, and his eyes brighten up, "Delicious!"

"Go ahead and eat," Gu Junzhu rubs his little head, "Your mom’s just teasing you."

"Not just teasing," Ye Xingbei taps his forehead once, "Remember in the future, when you ask someone a question, wait for them to answer your question, give a response, and then move on to talk to the next person. That’s polite, understand?"