The next day. Han Muzi seemed to smell the scent of food in her sleep. She touched her stomach and turned over. She didn’t manage to eat anything because she went to the dinner party last night.
When she returned, she only ate a bowl of noodles before resting with Little Bean. It was probably because of her extreme hunger that she could smell the aroma of food.
Han Muzi pondered for a while and glanced at the sunlight outside the window. After taking out the phone and looking at the time, she found that Little Bean, who had been sleeping next to her last night, was gone.
After she froze for a moment, Han Muzi changed and went downstairs. Unexpectedly, she saw food on the table. The first thought that crossed her mind was—is Yan back? However, when she walked to the kitchen, she saw a little boy standing on a stool and reaching out to grab ingredients out of the cabinet.
Seeing this, Han Muzi’s expression changed slightly, but she didn’t say a word. She quietly looked at Little Bean until he had successfully taken the ingredients he wanted and then walked forward with a sigh of relief.
“What were you doing just now?”
Hearing Han Muzi’s voice, Little Bean was startled. His black eyes blinked with an innocent expression on his face. “Mommy, I was cooking just now.”
“Cooking?” Han Muzi frowned. “Since when did you learn how to cook? Do you know how dangerous it was just now? What if you fell?”
No one but Han Muzi knew that her heart had almost jumped to her throat when she saw Little Bean standing on the stool and stretching out to take something. She was worried that he would fall off by accident. What would she do if that happened?
But no matter how nervous and afraid she was, she dared not scold him—for fear that she would scare him if she called him out directly.
“Mommy, don’t worry. I will be very careful; I won’t fall down!” he emphasized to Han Muzi with a serious expression on his face.
Then, he went into the dining room to place the bowls and chopsticks on the table before turning around to call Han Muzi, “Mommy, breakfast is ready. Come have breakfast!”
Han Muzi was so angry at his actions that she stood still without moving an inch.
Seeing her stand still, Little Bean took the initiative to walk over to hold her hand. But he didn’t manage to pull Han Muzi, so he apologized softly, “Mommy, I know I was wrong. Next time, I won’t stand on such a tall stool anymore.”
“Next time?” Han Muzi narrowed her eyes.
Little Bean hurriedly changed the way he phrased his sentence. “This won’t happen next time, Mommy. I put so much effort into making breakfast, don’t you want any? It will be cold later.”
Han Muzi didn’t reply to him. After hearing him say that, her heart had softened. Indeed, this was the breakfast that her precious son got up early to make for her. How can she not eat it? Wouldn’t that be ungrateful?
Seeing that Han Muzi’s expression had softened, Little Bean quickly pulled her over to sit down at the dining table. The two of them sat down while Han Muzi looked at the breakfast in front of her.
It was a simple breakfast—a sunny-side-up egg prepared by Little Bean, freshly toasted bread, and soy milk. As Yan was a good cook, they had all the necessary ingredients.
Pursing her lips, Han Muzi took a bite of the sunny-side-up and found that the egg was fried just right—it was delicious.
She was somewhat taken aback and she looked at Little Bean, who was looking at her expectantly.
“Mommy, is it delicious?” He looked hopeful as if he was waiting for her compliment.
Of course, Han Muzi would smother her son with compliments. She nodded and smiled. “It’s so much better than I expected.”
“Thank you, Mommy! In that case, eat more. If you like it, I can make it for you every day.”
Han Muzi remained silent upon hearing that. Suddenly, in that instant, she felt that the egg she had eaten was not that delicious anymore. She thought about it for a while and asked softly, “Little Bean, when did you learn to make all these?”
“Uhm, just recently, Mommy.”
Han Muzi paused before asking, “Are you lying to me?”
“Mommy?”
“How did you make such a delicious breakfast? Tell me, when did you learn it? And why did you learn this?”
“Hehe.” Little Bean showed a childlike, innocent smile before saying seriously, “Are you praising my cooking skills, Mommy? I didn’t learn it specifically. Since I often followed Aunt Yan, I slowly picked up cooking from her.”
From Yan?
Yan had always been responsible for their meals, and sometimes Han Muzi would also cook when she was free. At times, Little Bean would stay by their side and watch them. However, she wasn’t the one who cooked most of the time.
“Mommy, I know you are too tired sometimes, so I want to help you out a little.”
Hearing this, Han Muzi felt extremely upset. She had never wanted her child to be more considerate than other children. Because that meant that Little Bean was not spoiled. This was why he grew into a mature, little adult. But seeing that Little Bean had become like this, it proved that she didn’t shower him with enough love.
Thinking of this, Han Muzi didn’t speak anymore. Instead, she silently finished the sunny-side-up and drank some soy milk.
She hadn’t smiled anymore since then. Seeing her unhappy look, Little Bean asked morosely, “Are you upset because what I made is unappetizing?”
Han Muzi returned to her senses and quickly smiled at him again while denying, “Of course not. Little Bean, you’ve done a great job.”
She reached out her hand to caress Little Bean’s head and said gently, “But next time you are not allowed to get up so early to make breakfast for me. You are only a child, so you’ll just have to wait for Mommy to cook for you. If you want to eat anything, just let me know. I’ll get up to cook for you, alright?”
Little Bean blinked and finally nodded. “Got it, Mommy!”
“Don’t just say that. Remember it!” Han Muzi reminded him again.
“Yes!!”
…
At the Han residence.
“Uhh…” Yan was in a deep slumber, but she suddenly fell from the bed after turning over.
Thump! She landed directly on the hard floor, which made her wake up from the pain. She clutched her aching arm and slowly stood up with a confused expression on her face. What happened…
She remembered that her bed was against the wall and had railings. Because of her sleeping habits, her bed was custom-made. So, how could she fall?
Yan scratched her hair frantically, but in the next second, she saw an unexpected figure.
On the balcony outside the room, a slender figure sat there. He was reading a book and only his side-profile was evident. His entire body was almost bathed in the sunlight. The morning sun was soft and gently outlined his body.
After watching him for a while, Yan couldn’t help herself from fangirling. She cupped her face with both hands and stared at Han Qing blankly. Ah, what a nice morning!
“It would be great if I could see my crush in my dream every day,” Yan said wistfully in the end.
However, Han Qing suddenly moved. His indifferent gaze fell on her face as he opened his mouth. “You’re up?”
