Didn’t my brother eat it? Nuannuan raised her little eyes and looked at her plate and fork. Her brother’s fork had traces of noodles, so she must have eaten it.

"What's wrong? Do you don't like to eat fried noodles? Can you make something else for you?" Chu Qingman said worriedly.

The fried noodles, the fragrant fried noodles, were very fragrant, and the aroma entered his little nose. He took another bite and the noodles entered his mouth. For some reason, tears suddenly appeared in his little eyes.

Mu Suye sucked his little nose.

When he heard that his brother seemed to be crying, Nuannuan quickly stopped eating, put down the spoon and stretched out his hand to touch his brother's face: What's wrong with his brother?

"It's not delicious, right? Don't eat it if it's not delicious, don't make things difficult for yourself, auntie will make it again for you." Chu Qingman immediately reached out to get the plate in front of him.

Mu Suye protected the plate with both hands and shook his head hard, for fear that he would cry if he opened his mouth, so he could only shake his head.

"Su Ye, aunt told you, it's okay. Auntie knows that you are a good child, a good child who is very considerate. Are you afraid that your aunt will be embarrassed? Auntie is fine, but your aunt doesn't feel embarrassed. Auntie will do it again for you, okay?"

"No. I like it, don't take it away!" Mu Suye hugged the plate tightly with his small hands and did not let anyone move.

Chu Qingman was stunned.

Nuannuan blinked her little eyes, and the tomato sauce around her pacifier flowed down to her chin: It's so strange for brother to do this. She turned around and said to her mother: "Mama, brother, don't take it if you want to eat it."

No matter what, Nuannuan believed what her brother said.

Alas. Chu Qingman sighed and looked at his daughter who was very dedicated to protecting her brother.

Xiao Yan scratched the back of his head, thinking about the awkwardness of his little friend.

"He wants to eat."

What do you mean? Chu Qingman looked up.

Wearing gloves and holding a hot pot of cheese soup, Mu Jingnan came behind his son and looked at his son with deep eyes.

"Uncle." Xiao Yan made way out and asked the cheese pot in his uncle's hand to put in the middle of the table.

The smell of cheese and mushrooms in the pot was filled with fragrance, and several children and Chu Qingman took a sip of the fragrance.

"I want to eat." Nuannuan made a small breast sound that she wanted to eat.

Mu Jingnan smiled in his cold eyes: "Okay, uncle will scoop it for you." He took the small bowl handed over by Xiao Feng, scooped a full bowl with a spoon, and put it in front of the little rabbit Nuannuan.

Lifting up the spoon, Nuannuan's little face showed a big smile to her uncle. She put the spoon into the bowl and scooped a full spoon, put it in her small pacifier, and shook her black and shiny little curly hair while drinking: It's delicious, delicious~

My daughter's eating habits was so good. Chu Qingman was completely speechless. Speaking of which, the fragrance of this soup is so familiar-

"Don't worry, he wants to eat it and likes the fried noodles you make." Touching his son's head, Mu Jingnan said.

Chu Qingman came back to his senses: "Don't make things difficult for him. I know what kind of child he is. He is afraid of making things difficult for me."

"Can't you believe me? I'm his father, how can I not understand him?" Pulling away the chair beside her and sat down. Mu Jingnan unbuttoned the cooking apron and threw it aside, and ordered the son opposite him, "Eat."

Mu Suye nodded, and his little mouth began to suck the noodles, which was so delicious.

The father and son sang together, and Chu Qingman wanted to scratch his head.

Slowly Tsari took out a tissue and wiped the chopsticks. Mu Jingnan's sharp gaze under his eyebrows swept her face if she was confused, and his eyes became deeper: He was a doctor and he knew that his son's reaction was probably the same as when he made cheese soup. Some of the lost memory fragments came back. If he said so, is her son really related to her?

If it were true, her seemingly unaware expression was a show in front of them, or she lost some memory like them?

The latter made Mu Jingnan frown.

After wiping, Xiao Feng poured out all the fried noodles in the pot and served them in a large bowl. He said, "No more. There is only these left. If you want to eat them, eat them as soon as possible."

This statement stimulated everyone on the table except Chu Qingman. One by one, he stretched out his forks, spoons, chopsticks, and the battle to grab food began. Xiao Feng was at worst. He secretly made a big bowl for himself, and stood behind everyone with the bowl across the bank to watch the fire.

Xiao Yan, who noticed something was wrong, turned around and found his elder brother's movements. He raised his eyes and cursed: "Brother, you are not so good. Please leave some for yourself or not for me? I reminded you to come and eat!"

Is there any brotherhood? Xiao Yan jumped his feet.

The eldest young master of the Xiao family was obviously very interested in how he teased his younger brother. He was unmoved and smiled: "I'm reminding you differently. Hurry up and grab it, and don't snatch it away."

Xiao Yan had no choice but to turn around and continue to join the food grabbing war.

Seeing this, Chu Qingman stood up and prepared to cook some noodles for them.

Xiao Feng reached out to stop her: "No need. If you continue to do this, you don't have to eat it yourself. I'll ask someone to come over and make something else."

The professional chef on standby was ready to go on stage to perform at Xiao Feng's order. Chu Qingman sat back.

Almost finished eating. Xiao Yan's belly was stretched out and he lazily leaned his back on the back of the chair. Suddenly he thought: "I understand, Su Ye, you were about to cry just now because you were in a bad mood before, right?"

My little friend was in a bad mood because of the game approaching, otherwise he would not have been dragged out to see the car today.

So that's how it is. When Chu Qingman heard this, she remembered that when the child was about to cry, she directly grabbed her heart.

"Mama." Nuannuan looked at Mama with her little eyes begging. Her brother was in a bad mood and Nuannuan was not good either.

"Don't worry." Chu Qingman comforted his daughter and said to another child opposite him, "Although my aunt is not a music teacher or a professional musician, it is okay to accompany you to the competition with Nuannuan. I will go to the scene to encourage you."

Hearing this, Mu Suye raised his head, consuming noodles, and was so happy that he smiled and let go. The noodles sucked in his mouth fell on the dining table. This way, his father probably scolded him. But his father didn't seem to be planning to scold him.

"Okay, okay, just be happy." Chu Qingman was also happy and reached out to touch Mu Suye's head.

After dinner, Xiao Feng took Chu Qingman and his mother and daughter home, and Xiao Yan was in the same car. Mu Jingnan called Xiao Feng's store.

"Master Mu." Mo Gang's voice was opposite, "What are the instructions of Master Mu?"

"Are those two people awake yet?" Mu Jingnan asked.

"Doctor Guo has formulated a new treatment plan for them, and it will probably take about a week to wake them up. We will definitely report any movement to Mr. Mu as soon as possible," Mo Gang said.

"Is Dr. Guo here?"
Chapter completed!