In the evening, the sunset was extremely beautiful.
The quiet second floor suddenly sounded with a creak, and the children's room was pushed open by a small figure from below.
Larry was still wearing his pajamas and slippers. His two fair hands were rubbing his big sleepy eyes. Obviously, he had just woken up with his small mouth open and yawned at the same time.
When he turned around and looked out of the window, his little face wrinkled.
He ran downstairs with his slippers. Uncle Lee was standing outside the floor-to-ceiling window pruning a potted plant, and Aunt Lee was wiping down an antique vase with a rag. When Larry saw his father sitting on the sofa watching TV, he immediately puffed out his cheeks.
Charlie had already heard his son's footsteps. When Larry stared at him, he had already raised his head and pointed to the kitchen with the remote control.
Larry looked over and immediately went into a daze.
Then, in the next second, he ran to the kitchen.
There was a lot of sunset light reflecting in the kitchen and the range hood was humming. Wendy was standing in front of the stove with her apron tied around her waist, busy, with her head down, and the aroma overflowing from both pots. "Wendy!"
Hearing the soft child's voice, Wendy immediately turned back.
Feeling warm on her knees, she quickly put down the shovel in her hand and quickly squatted down to hold Larry in her arms. Her voice was so soft as if it was melting. "Sweety, are you awake? Why didn't you sleep for a while longer?"
"Wendy, it's really you!" Larry rubbed his eyes cutely.
When he reached out and wrapped his arms around her neck to make sure that she was real, he immediately opened his mouth in excitement and said, "I'm not dreaming!"
His dad really didn't lie to him. When he woke up, he really saw Wendy!
Wendy went to the stove with Larry in her arms, pointed to the pot, and said, "Of course you're not dreaming. I was cooking noodles for you, and also made other delicious dishes. Do you like it?"
"It smells so good." Larry sniffed like a puppy.
"Sweety, are you hungry?" Wendy caressed his small face and said gently, "Just wait a little longer, and we'll be able to eat soon!"
Larry nodded and tilted his head in puzzlement. "Why call me sweety?"
She used to call him by his name, why suddenly change?
"Don't you like it?" Wendy asked hurriedly.
"I like it." Larry sounded cute.
Wendy laughed so hard her eyes were curved, and she whispered as if she was treating her lover, "Larry, I will call you Sweety from now on because you are my one and only and most beloved baby in the world!"
At the most emotional part, she couldn't help kissing him.
Larry's face immediately turned red, and he shyly buried himself in her arms. He liked it more now!
Ten minutes later, six dishes and one soup were served at the table. Each of them was made by Wendy, and they were all collected online by her. Most of the dishes were sweet and sour, and kids loved them.
Larry was already sitting at the dining table, smiling happily.
When the last bowl of rice was served, Charlie also stepped into the dining room with his long legs and pulled the chair opposite him.
The chopsticks in Wendy's hand almost fell down.
In her line of sight, Charlie had taken a shower at this time, and he was wearing loose trousers, the cotton shirt was also unbuttoned, and the bare chest was right in front of her.
Water droplets dripped down the hair and snaked down his muscles to Apollo's belt.
Wendy quietly swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and hurriedly withdrew her gaze and turned her head to look at Larry beside her.
Throughout the meal, she was feeding him with a bowl of rice. "Sweety, what else do you want to eat?" "Fish!" Larry sweetly replied.
"Okay, let's get a piece of meat on the fish belly first! Sweety, open your mouth!"
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