Black-bellied Emperor Shao: Ex-wife is not allowed to escape

Li Baihan supported his head that was about to explode in pain, when the doorbell suddenly sounded in his ears, he frowned, got up and got out of bed to open the door.

Passing the living room, he caught a glimpse of the two lush pots of Strelitzia orchids, and he was in mixed feelings.

When he opened the door, he didn't see anyone at a glance, and he thought someone was playing a prank, until someone pulled the leg of his trousers, he lowered his eyes, and saw a glutinous rice dumpling looking up at him.

"Shu Shu, you are so tall!" Song Chenchen looked up at the man, feeling that he was like a big mountain, making him feel solid and dependable.

Li Baihan looked down at him.

Little Nuomi Duanzi was wearing a white and soft sweater, a sky blue vest, a small cute tail on the side, blue sweatpants, and a little tiger backpack on her back, looking very soft.

There was a shopping bag next to him, which contained a lot of ingredients. He should have just come out of the supermarket, and he saw a small roll of supermarket checkout printouts in it.

"You came alone?" Li Baihan looked around, but did not see the adults, his brows were wrinkled.

Song Chenchen shook his head, and said in a crisp voice, "Grandma Rong sent me here, Shushu, can I go in and cook for you? My cooking is delicious."

Li Baihan was in a complicated mood.

In his life, it was the first time he let a child under six years old cook for him. He bent down to pick up the shopping bag, and Song Chenchen hurriedly hugged it.

"I can move, I have great strength."

Li Baihan held his wrist and led him into the house.

At the entrance, Song Chenchen saw that the living room was spotless, and then looked down at his shoes. He took out a new pair of slippers from his backpack and put them on.

Seeing his series of movements, Li Baihan was simply amazed by his wit, and reached out to poke his forehead.

Song Chenchen looked at him in confusion, "Shu Shu, why did you poke my head?"

"I give you a thumbs up." Li Baihan said as he walked towards the kitchen.

Song Chenchen followed behind him step by step, watching him put the shopping bag on the chopping board, he quickly took off the schoolbag, "Shu Shu, I'll do it, I'll do it."

He walked over and smelled the strong smell of alcohol after a hangover on the man, and he sighed inwardly.

Knowing that he is Song Song's son, Shu Shu must have been deeply shocked, and he might not like him so much in his heart.

But it doesn't matter, he will make Shushu like him with his strength.

He stuffed the tiger backpack into Li Baihan's arms, rolled up his sleeves neatly, as if he was going to do a big job.

Seeing him go to get the kitchen knife, Li Baihan was very frightened, and quickly put the kitchen knife on the cabinet, "If the child doesn't use the knife, it will hurt you."

"Shushu, when I know how to use a kitchen knife, I might be playing with mud." Song Chenchen immediately realized something was wrong when he said this, and quickly changed his words, "I didn't mean that, I just exaggerated."

After finishing speaking, he smiled flatteringly at him, his eyes, eyebrows and nose were wrinkled together, looking very funny.

Li Baihan: "..."

Who did this kid learn from? He speaks in a different way.

Last time he came here, he was obviously very good, like a fairy child,

"Shu Shu, give me the kitchen knife, I promise I won't hurt my hand." Song Chenchen smiled at Li Baihan with his face tilted, the man's heart softened when he smiled.

Do not know why.

He was obviously angry at Song Weiyi's hiding from him, but facing Song Chenchen, he couldn't ignore him, this child was too likable.

Li Baihan took down the kitchen knife. Although he had watched Song Chenchen's cooking video, he did not give him the kitchen knife easily.

"You tell me what to cut, and I'll cut it for you."

Song Chenchen's face collapsed, "I thought I could use whatever I wanted when I came to Shushu's house. Why are you like my mommy and grandma, you don't let me touch this, and don't let me touch that, I'm already an adult."

Li Baihan couldn't help laughing, "My lord fainted and went to the hospital yesterday, which made your mommy very anxious. If you scratch your skin today, your mommy will come to me desperately."

"Shu Shu, you are more exaggerated than me." Song Chenchen said with a pouted mouth.

Li Baihan looked at him, "Are you sure you won't scratch your hands?"

In his opinion, educating a child must first learn to trust him and let him do what he wants to do. Otherwise, overprotection will only make him stagnate, which is not conducive to his growth.

Song Chenchen nodded vigorously, "I promise I won't scratch my hands."

Li Baihan pursed his lips, thought for a long time, and finally took a relatively small knife and handed it to him, "If you need help, you can tell me anytime."

"I will." Song Chenchen took the knife and saw that Li Baihan hadn't left. He looked up at him, "Shu Shu, go take a shower quickly, you smell like alcohol, it's so smoky."

Li Baihan: "..."

Unexpectedly, he would also have a day when he would be disliked by others.

Li Baihan still didn't leave, he leaned back against the door frame, he had never seen a child whose waist was smaller than his waist cook, so he was naturally worried to leave.

Song Chenchen glanced at him, but didn't say any more, and began to peel the potatoes neatly.

Li Baihan saw children peeling potatoes in the video. He peeled them quickly and cleanly, and shredded them to a very high level. At that time, he thought it was specially edited.

He didn't believe that this kid could really be worthy of the title of Little Chef until he saw it with his own eyes.

He rinsed the peeled potatoes under water, then cut them into medium-thick potato skins, and finally shredded them. The hand holding the knife cut very quickly.

Li Baihan was always on tenterhooks, afraid that he would cut it, but it only took him 2 minutes from peeling to shredding a potato.

His knife skills are excellent, comparable to a chef, and the potatoes are evenly shredded. Even he may not be able to cut them so well.

"Do you usually cook at home?" Li Baihan asked suddenly.

"It used to be, but now my mommy won't let me into the kitchen." Song Chenchen said.

Li Baihan had mixed feelings in his heart. He looked at children's videos and found that he started posting videos on the Kuaiyin APP when he was three years old, and his cooking skills were no strangers at that time.

In other words, Song Weiyi's situation in the Song family is not as pampered as Mr. Yang said. Otherwise, the child would cook by himself at such a young age. In any normal family, it is impossible for such a young child to cook .

No wonder Song Weiyi said that she came to Beicheng to marry a rich man, and she didn't tell him that Song Chenchen was her son. She might not want anyone to know that she was carrying an oil bottle for the time being.

Song Weiwei probably never thought about it, because Song Chenchen's meal made her reluctantly hold on to Song Chenchen's true identity.

Li Baihan didn't think that Song Chenchen might be his son at all. After all, the only woman he had ever met in his life was Song Weiwei.

It was impossible for Song Weiwei to give him such a big child. As for Song Weiwei, she became a vegetable after falling off a cliff, and it was impossible for her to conceive and have children.

Li Baihan went to take a shower and came out, Song Chenchen had already prepared four dishes and one soup.

The smell of food filled the room, Li Baihan's body eroded by strong alcohol was already starving, he walked over wiping his hair, and saw Song Chenchen bringing out two bowls of rice.

At that moment, he felt that he was abusing a child.