After the divorce, Mr. Sheng regretted it

Sheng Yuhuai's face was gloomy like a cloud.

These people...cause him to have the illusion that he is very good at hanging dolls, and even ran to Lin Chu to show off.

But the final result was that he lifted a rock and shot himself in the foot.

"Mr. Sheng, you...Are you not satisfied with this arrangement? If you are not satisfied, I will ask the technicians to adjust it back?" Old Wang carefully observed Sheng Yuhuai's face.

"Get out." Sheng Yuhuai didn't want to touch this thing anymore: "Get out this claw machine together!"

He definitely doesn't belong to the type who can stand up again wherever he falls.

He also completely lost interest in the challenge of hanging dolls.

Anyway, his purpose of doing this is to let Lin Chu see more shining points in him.

In fact, he can also use other methods to let Lin Chu see the bright spots in him, can't he?

For example, cooking.

So, coming home that evening, he plunged into the kitchen, where he prepared a big dinner.

Xue'er smelled the fragrance, and immediately came in: "Father, what are you doing?"

"Make some of your mother's favorite meals." Sheng Yuhuai replied without thinking.

But his answer made Xue'er curl her lips: "Father, you are so partial."

Sheng Yuhuai glanced at Xue'er: "Partial?"

Xue'er's tone clearly contained a bit of accusation: "That's right! You're biased towards your mother! Hmph, although it's not wrong to say you love your wife, but you are too obvious."

Xue'er even felt that she should move in to live with her grandma?
Otherwise, sometimes, she really feels that she is a bit redundant.

"Are you jealous with your mother?" Sheng Yuhuai couldn't laugh or cry: "From now on, Dad, I'll spend more time with you, okay?"

"That's not necessary, Dad loves Mom, I'm too happy to be happy." Xue'er smiled, then left the kitchen humming and singing.

Half an hour later, Sheng Yuhuai put the prepared meals on the table.

It looks well presented.

"If you want to trap a woman, you have to trap her stomach first." Sheng Yuhuai nodded with satisfaction: "With my cooking skills, trapping her stomach shouldn't be a problem."

"Xiao Chu, it's time to eat." Sheng Yuhuai called out standing at the stairs.

Now he is really satisfied.

This kind of home can be called home.

Because, in this space, fireworks began to appear.

He no longer sees it as just a place to sleep and rest.

Rather, from the bottom of my heart, I regard this place as my home.

"Here we come!" Lin Chu quickly came down from upstairs.

Xue'er has already rushed to the table: "Mom, Dad's craftsmanship is really getting better and better!"

"It does look pretty good." Lin Chuyan glanced at Sheng Yuhuai with a smile, then picked up the chopsticks, ready to taste it.

Originally, she still had a little appetite, but for some reason, the moment the food reached her mouth, the feeling of nausea returned.

In the past two months, she really vomited badly.

Because she couldn't eat much, she lost a few kilograms of weight.

Sheng Yuhuai stood beside Lin Chu, looking at the haggard face in the mirror, he hugged her from behind and put his chin on her shoulder.

"Xiao Chu, you have worked hard."