Gentle President: Doting on Xiao Qingmei with Facial Paralysis

Chapter 21 Facial Paralysis Can Cook

[21] Facial paralysis can cook
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Xi's house, in the master bedroom, Xi Mojin and Tang Qin hugged each other and lay on the big soft bed. A light yellow mobile phone on the bedside table suddenly vibrated, and the mechanical ringtone rang (ps: the ringtone of an old-fashioned telephone).

Tang Qin reached for the mobile phone on the bedside table, swipe the screen with his fingertips, and brought it to his ear, "Hey, Lao Li..."

"........."

After a while, Tang Qin hung up the phone, with a gentle and bright smile on his face, Xi Mojin couldn't help being curious when he saw it, and asked, "What's the matter? What did Lao Li say that made you so happy?"

Tang Qin smiled and said, "I can't tell, Mo Qing likes Shan Yi quite a bit."

Xi Mojin was stunned for a moment, then raised her eyebrows and looked at his wife, "Oh? How should I say it?"

Tang Qin: "Just now, Lao Li called me and told me that the two little guys got along very well in the car these few days! Mo Qing really didn't know how to be reserved, so she actually took Shan Yi's little hand and gently pinched it. Now, I’m still eating an apple with the little girl..."

Xi Mojin's eyes flickered, and she smiled, "It's a good thing to get along with each other. If my son likes Shan Yi, it means that this baby is a good match. Why not?"

Tang Qin pursed her lips and smiled, "Of course, childhood sweethearts are the most loving..."

Hearing this, Xi Mojin's heart felt soft, and he couldn't help but hugged his delicate wife tightly in his arms, lightly resting his chin on the top of his wife's hair, rubbing gently, "But... Shan Yi has a withdrawn personality, if my son wants Shan Yi to grow up In order to marry him, I think it's difficult..."

Tang Qin smiled gently, and said very unconscionably, "We've settled on him, as for what happens afterwards, that's the son's business, and we have nothing to do with it!"

Xi Mojin: ...

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The weekend was coming soon, and when I returned to Xi's house after school on Friday evening, Xi Mojin and his wife were unexpectedly absent, and neither was Shan Bai. On the coffee table, Xi Moqing saw a post-it note with the words of his gentle mother on it.

It says:

Mo Qing and Shan Yi:
Mom and Dad won't go home for dinner tonight because they have a social event. Shan Bai and your father brought it along, so you and Shan Yi can cook and eat at home. We'll be back later.

mom/handwritten
Xi Moqing took off the post-it note stuck on the coffee table, curled her lips into a smile, crumpled the post-it note into a ball, threw it into the wastebasket on the side, turned to Shan Yi and said, "My parents took Shan Bai out for a social gathering. Let's cook for ourselves tonight."

After Xi Moqing finished speaking, she saw Shan Yi put down her schoolbag, rolled up the sleeves of her wool coat, and went to the kitchen.

Xi Moqing grabbed Shan Yibai's tender arm and raised her eyebrows: "What are you doing?"

Shan Yi blinked, "Cooking."

Xi Mo Qingmo, why is she making such a soft voice when she is obviously suffering from facial paralysis...

Xi Moqing: "Are you really going to...?"

Shan Yi nodded, then shook off Xi Moqing's hand and walked into the kitchen.

Xi Moqing frowned, then put down her schoolbag, walked to the kitchen door, and watched Shan Yi cook.

Watching and watching, Xi Moqing found that Shan Yi was very skillful in washing rice, choosing vegetables, washing vegetables, cutting vegetables, lighting the fire, and frying vegetables. Could it be that she was... lying to him by saying she could cook?
The whole process took three to 10 minutes, and Shan Yi prepared tonight's dinner.

Xi Moqing sat at the dining table, looking at the three dishes and one soup on the table, he felt a little unbelievable. He didn't expect that Shan Yi could really cook, not only could he cook, but he could cook it so well...

Looks delicious, smells delicious...

(End of this chapter)