Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
No one knows a son better than his mother. Cheng Anya’s instinct told her that her son was in trouble.
She put her hands on his shoulders slowly.
The little boy’s body was stiff and Cheng Anya transmitted her pacification and support silently. No matter what her baby did, she would support him because she trusted him!
She did not say anything as she was afraid that she would affect him and went out of the room slowly.
‘This rascal would be dead meat if he does not confess later!’
She went back to her room to change her clothes before plugging in the socket to cook rice.
Cheng Anya’s culinary skills were worlds apart from that of Ning Ning’s. It was impossible to be mentioned in the same breath.
This was also the reason why Cheng Anya did not step into the kitchen ever since Ning Ning learned how to cook. ‘It’s been a long time since I last cooked. It would probably taste even worse.’ Cheng Anya thought to herself.
Should she wait for Ning Ning to e out and cook the dishes?
She had just realized that she was such a nonesuch. Without her son, she could not even eat a meal! %>_
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