Cute Baby from Heaven: Kiss Goodbye, Mr. Li

Ya'er gave her a contemptuous look, nestled back on the sofa and stared at the TV screen, and said lazily: "Hurry up and cook, I want French fries and chicken wings."

How dare Yan Shuirou go against her wishes, she responded with a smile, took off her expensive coat and put it on the sofa, and went to the kitchen alone to prepare dinner.

Turning on the faucet to rinse her hands, she looked down at her well-maintained, tender fingertips like a girl, and couldn't remember the last time she cooked.

Perhaps she did come from a humble background, but she has come to this day by herself, and she has long been used to the life of a wealthy young lady, both physically and mentally. She used to be able to hold her dream firmly in her hands, and now she told her that it was Huang Liang. Yimeng, no one can bear such a blow.

In the past, she could still make trouble in the name of Ya'er, but Ya'er is not a light-hearted lamp. The child may have seen that she fell out of favor in front of Li Beicheng, and she didn't even bother to pretend superficial respect. Will abandon her, try every means to return to Li's house and continue to live the life of a little princess, only she is alone like a yellow flower of yesterday.

With a sullen face, he took out the quick-frozen food from the refrigerator, Yan Shuirou stood there motionless watching them melt slowly, all he could think about was how to solve the current predicament.

Because she didn't see Li Beicheng, she couldn't know whether Li Beicheng's memory disorder was true or not, but if everything was going to be bad, then she had to find a way to see Li Beicheng as soon as possible, so that she could catch up with Yan Xia. Call back Li Beicheng's memory and sanity before Ye is favored, otherwise everything will be too late.

So, what should she do in exchange for the chance to meet Li Beicheng...

Time passed quietly in contemplation, I don't know how long it took, Yan Shuirou came back to his senses, casually took out French fries and marinated chicken wings, put them into the oil pan and fried them repeatedly, and specially picked a cute plate Installed.

The food just out of the pan exudes a tangy aroma, Yan Shuirou sprinkled some tomato sauce on it according to Yaer's taste, just about to serve it out for Yaer to enjoy, but a dangerous but tempting idea jumped out of his mind first .

Yan Shuirou was stunned by this thought, bit her lower lip for a while, put down the plate, walked to the kitchen door, and glanced towards the living room.

In the living room, Ya'er's laughter rang out from time to time, all her energy was concentrated on the TV program, and she didn't notice what Yan Shuirou was doing at all.

This ignoring attitude made Yan Shuirou's heart flutter, she quietly left the kitchen and went to her mother's room on the first floor, took out a few capsules for treating geriatric diseases from the medicine box, went back to the kitchen, twisted them open, carefully Carefully stir the powder and tomato paste, and add a spoonful of honey to cover up the bitterness and peculiar smell of the powder as much as possible.

During the whole process, her hands remained steady and she tried her best to convince herself that everything she did was for Ya'er and for their family of three.

In the end, she melted the capsule and flushed it into the sewer. She picked up the plate and walked out with a smile on her face. She greeted Ya'er and said, "Baby, look at what Mommy made for you. Eat it while it's hot. You'll have a stomachache when it's cold."

"Ah."

Ya'er nodded indifferently, just as the animation ended, she picked up the remote control and wanted to turn off the TV. This was one of the few good habits she developed in Li's house.

"It doesn't matter if you keep watching." Yan Shuirou quickly stopped the child's movements, she needed cartoons to divert Ya'er's attention, "This is not the Li family, there are not so many complicated rules, you can come here however you like, it's all up to you you."

"Really?" Ya'er raised her brows suspiciously, but no matter how smart she is, how can she guess Yan Shuirou's femme fatale.

"Of course, you are Mommy's only baby girl. As long as you are happy, Mommy is willing to give everything for you. We are mother and daughter, and we should give everything for each other's happiness. Isn't that right?"

Yan Shuirou squeezed out a smile with the corners of her lips stiff, stared at the attractively colored chicken wings with her eyes calmly, and coaxed Ya'er, "Eat while watching, try Mommy's cooking."

"it is good."

Ya'er didn't suspect him, she took a piece of chicken wing and took a bite, chewing contentedly.

As the only young lady in the Li family, her three daily meals are prepared by a nutritionist. The family is willing to give her tens of thousands of cups of bird's nest, but she is not allowed to eat ten yuan a piece of chicken drumsticks.

This kind of upbringing is undoubtedly wholeheartedly cultivating a lady, and Ya'er is not destined to be a lady by nature, she is fond of laziness and junk food, in fact, this is the only reason why she is willing to come to Yan's small villa.

"I'm sorry baby, Mommy is not good at cooking, so I can only buy some frozen food, how does it taste?" Seeing Ya'er swallowing it without distraction, Yan Shuirou's eyes flashed a bit of struggle, which was soon replaced by determination.

No matter what she pays, she must become Li Beicheng's wife.

Only in that way, can she be qualified to be Ya'er's mother, can she keep her current luxurious life, and can trample Yan Xiaye under her feet forever and ever.

"not bad."

With her oily mouth pouting, Ya'er quickly found a new cartoon, watching the cartoon characters in it do all kinds of stupid things, and laughed intently.

"That's good, you eat more, don't save it for Mommy."

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At ten o'clock in the evening, Yan Xiaye and Xiao Yunduo both died of hunger on the dining table, trying to smell the aroma in the air.

"Yanyan, I'm so hungry..." Xiao Yunduo took a bite out of the jelly with a spoon and stuffed it into his mouth without taste, "When will Daddy be ready?"

"It's probably coming soon, why don't you eat another donut and bear with it?" Yan Xiaye swallowed reluctantly, biting the donut resignedly.

She didn't feel it when she was on the verge of life and death in the morning, but now she took a bath and calmed down. She felt hungry for a long time, but Li Yuntang came here to show off her cooking skills, and she hadn't finished the preparation for an hour.

She really wanted to get into the kitchen to see what the man was doing, but she became awkward because of their meeting on the terrace not long ago, and tried not to be alone with him for a short time.

"Well, Daddy must be making something delicious for Yanyan." Dug a spoonful of jelly and brought it to Yan Xiaye's lips. Xiao Yunduo remembered his mission and inquired casually: "Yanyan, Beicheng What did you say when you called? Last Sunday, I wanted to visit him, but dad said that Brother Beicheng had a brain injury and it was inconvenient to meet people."

It hurt my head or something...

Yan Xiaye couldn't help laughing, and suspected that Li Yuntang was making excuses.

Speaking of which, fortunately, Li Yuntang has been as handsome as ever for many years, and his temperament hasn't changed much, so Li Beicheng didn't have any suspicions.

But if Li Beicheng's thinking really went back to when he was 20 years old, there was no little cloud in the world at that time, and there was no way to explain the deviation.

"Your father is right. Li Beicheng is mentally disabled. In order to prevent the spread of this disease, we should keep a distance from him and wait for him to recover by himself."

"Is brain damage contagious?" Xiao Yunduo shook her head in confusion, and looked up at Li Yuntang who was walking over with a plate, "Daddy, what is brain damage? Is it serious?"

Li Yuntang glanced at the uncomfortable Yan Xiaye with a smile in his eyes, slowly put the plate on the table, and explained lightly: "It's very serious, and it's incurable."

Hearing what he said, Yan Xiaye knew that he still believed that Li Beicheng's condition was a fake.

Relying on her almost instinctive trust, Yan Xiaye agreed with Li Yuntang's analysis that it made sense, but she didn't understand why Li Beicheng took so much trouble to fabricate his illness.
"Then... Will Brother Beicheng die?" Little Yunduo's pink and jade-carved face became a little more nervous. He hated Brother Beicheng's bullying words, but he was far from wishing him to die. , "What should I do, can I never see Brother Beicheng again?"

"No, of course not." I didn't expect her nonsense to scare the little guy, Yan Xiaye hurriedly explained carefully: "Li Beicheng will live well, if you want to see if his injury has improved, I can take you to meet him, but you want to pretend to be my... a relative's child?"

Unexpectedly, a joke would develop to this point, Li Yuntang narrowed his eyes subtly, and gave Xiao Yunduo a look of playing by ear.

Little Yunduo didn't want to push Yanyan to meet Li Beicheng. Now that he understood that Brother Beicheng was not in danger, he immediately forgot about this person, winked quietly at his father, and forcibly changed the subject: "Since Yanyan said so, Brother Beicheng is sure to be fine, so I won't trouble him. By the way, the dishes Daddy cooked tonight look delicious, it seems that Yanyan likes them all!"

Yan Xiaye blinked and looked at the table.

Within an hour, Li Yuntang came up with three dishes and one soup. Every dish was full of color, flavor and taste, and it could be seen that a lot of thought was put into it.

"...It looks delicious, thanks for your hard work."

As a guest, Yan Xiaye forcibly ignored Xiao Yunduo's statement that made her heart skip a beat.

She deliberately didn't look at the man's expression, picked up the chopsticks and first picked up a coke chicken wing for the little guy.

"Thank you Yanyan!"

With rice grains on the corner of the little guy's mouth, he showed an innocent smile at Yan Xia Ye after being cute.

On the opposite side of the dining table, Li Yuntang personally filled the lotus root pork ribs soup and placed it in front of her, and said in a low and warm voice: "I learned it from the recipe, try it and see how it tastes?"

After the barely candid conversation on the terrace, the atmosphere between the two became a little delicate.

Of course Li Yuntang would not affect his mood because of such a trivial matter, Yan Xiaye was the only one who was subtle.

Realizing this, she was unconvinced and helpless, picked up a spoon and took a sip of the soup, the delicious and soft taste warmed from the tip of her tongue to the bottom of her heart.