Marcus Shaw cooks at ho in the morning, usually making noodles and porridge due to ti constraints, saying that other dishes are too troubleso and it’s easier to buy food outside.
Crystal Hughes suffers from insomnia all night, and he’s seen her several tis when he gets up to use the bathroom at night.
He wants her to sleep more in the morning and doesn’t want her to get up early to make breakfast.
Crystal Hughes furrowed her brows, pinched his cheeks, "I just want to make it for you, are you unhappy with that?"
"I..."
"Little Handso Hughes, be honest with yourself, how many tis have you hurt Mom’s feelings."
Crystal Hughes looked aggrieved.
"...Fine."
Andrew Hughes nodded, reluctantly agreeing.
Crystal Hughes imdiately had a change of heart, her worries vanished, and joy filled her face.
"Oh, my son is so considerate."
No matter if Andrew Hughes was willing or not, Crystal Hughes planted several kisses on him, leaving Andrew Hughes with a bitter smile.
Crystal Hughes didn’t care, patted his little forehead, then got up to turn on the bedroom light.
"Mom."
Andrew Hughes followed her closely, furrowing his brows lightly, hesitantly calling her.
Crystal Hughes responded, leaning down to look at him, "Do you finally have sothing to share with Mom?"
Andrew Hughes raised his head slightly, "I’ve recently t an uncle."
Crystal Hughes casually asked, "An uncle like your grandfather?"
"..."
Andrew Hughes froze.
Uncle, grandfather?
Mom, uncle?
This mix-up of generations imdiately muddled his logic.
Seeing him silent, Crystal Hughes tidied his hair and asked, "What’s the matter?"
Andrew Hughes snapped back to reality, no longer bothered by generational issues, said, "The uncle is very considerate."
"How rare, you actually made a new friend." Crystal Hughes was genuinely gratified.
Andrew Hughes paused and emphasized with seriousness, "He is an uncle."
"Can’t an uncle be a friend?" Crystal Hughes tilted her head, "I am friends with your grandfather too."
Andrew Hughes: "..."
Well, Marcus Shaw said, whatever Mom says goes. Genres aren’t important.
"And then?"
Crystal Hughes held his hand and walked into the living room.
Andrew Hughes raised his head and continued, "He is still single."
"Son," Crystal Hughes stopped montarily, crouched down in front of Andrew Hughes, curiously asked, "Is Marcus Shaw not being a nice dad to you?"
Andrew Hughes frowned, "Marcus Shaw is not a dad."
"That’s not important."
Crystal Hughes looked at him full of worries, "Were you bullied at kindergarten by soone saying you don’t have a dad? I’ll talk to your grandfather to make sure his handso face can barely pass, pretending to have a child late in life, he can be an elderly new dad without any problem."
"..."
Listening to Crystal Hughes chatter, Andrew Hughes kept to himself the introduction he wanted to make.
Having roughly understood Crystal Hughes’s aning, Andrew Hughes argued, "Grandfather is grandfather."
Crystal Hughes said, "I guarantee, with the looks of your grandfather, my dear dad, a little tidying up and he can easily shave off ten years!"
"...The whole kindergarten knows he is my grandfather."
"Then we’ll change kindergartens."
"..."
Andrew Hughes completely dismissed the thought.
*
Crystal Hughes was having all sorts of trouble in the kitchen.
She forgot to turn on the switch while cooking; Andrew Hughes silently followed behind to turn it on for her. She got distracted while frying eggs and burnt them, requiring a redo; mistook sugar for salt while adding seasoning, only realizing the anomaly when she tasted it...
Sothing that usually takes half an hour to cook ended up taking over an hour this ti.
Fortunately, the results were satisfactory when she served two dishes and a soup at the table, they passed the first visual test.
"Co on, ti to eat."
As she brought the dishes onto the table, Crystal Hughes attended to Andrew Hughes, who was doing howork nearby.
Andrew Hughes quickly jumped off his chair, went to the kitchen to wash his hands, then ran back.
He sat back on the chair, paused seeing a bowl of rice in front of him, "What about your food?"
Crystal Hughes sat down beside him, rested her chin on her hand, watching him with a smile, "I’ve already eaten, I’m just watching you eat."
"Really?"
Andrew Hughes doubted.
She even forgets things regarding him, how could she rember to eat earlier?
Crystal Hughes pouted, her grievance evident in her brows and eyes, "You don’t trust what Mom says?"
"...I do."
Andrew Hughes didn’t dare say anything else.
"Then hurry up and eat," Crystal Hughes reached out to touch his head, served him a cola chicken wing, "Try the chicken wing first, you loved it in the past."
"Hmm."
Andrew Hughes nodded.
Crystal Hughes’s cooking skills were inherited from Peter Hughes, she used to love researching fresh dishes, she knows more than Peter Hughes, surpassing her teacher.
Usually, Andrew Hughes never got tired of eating Peter Hughes’s cooking; now eating Crystal Hughes’s cooking is even better, he imrsed himself in eating enjoyably.
Watching him eat, Crystal Hughes smiled slightly, but couldn’t stop her eyelids from drooping.
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