Chapter 503 Home Cook

The moment Jiang Che saw Jiang Anzhi, his eyes shone brightly, and he put down his pen and rushed to his arms.

This Jiang Che is still different from when he was a child.

His Jiang Che has a distinctive personality, lively and enthusiastic, smart and rational, and knows how to express his emotions and needs, just like his mother.

Unlike him, a gourd with a dull mouth.

Jiang Anzhi picked him up and kissed him on the face: "My little baby, do you miss Dad?"

"Yes!" Jiang Che replied decisively.

Jiang Anzhi's heart was very warm.

"Daddy misses you too."

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After the memories were over, it was confirmed that Jiang Che had fallen into a deep sleep, so Jiang Anzhi got up and went back to his room.

It was already ten o'clock in the evening, and Feng Lanchu still didn't wake up, it seemed that she planned to sleep until the next day.

But she started sleeping at three o'clock in the afternoon, so she shouldn't be able to sleep for such a long time. Guessing that he would wake up from hunger in one or two o'clock at most, Jiang Anzhi was not in a hurry, and after washing slowly, he took the clothes that Feng Lanchu had changed to the laundry room.

When he returned to the room after finishing everything, he did not expect Teacher Xiaofeng to have slowly climbed up.

"Woke up so soon?" Jiang Anzhi was a little surprised.

"?" Feng Lan glanced confusedly at the handsome man in home clothes standing at the door, and it took a while to realize, her eyes widened unexpectedly: "Are you back?"

"Yeah." Jiang Anzhi walked up to her, leaned over and gave her a peck, "Are you hungry? I'll cook noodles for you."

"Uh...um." Feng Lan rubbed her belly at the beginning, and she really woke up from hunger.

Jiang Anzhi rubbed her head with a smile, "Clean up first, and you can eat it in 10 minutes."

After saying that, the tall figure went downstairs.

Feng Lan got up in a daze and tidied up. After leaving the room, she went around to Jiang Che's room to take a look. Seeing that the little guy was sleeping soundly, she quietly closed the door and went downstairs.

In the kitchen, under the warm yellow light, Jiang Anzhi was wearing a white T-shirt and gray home pants, holding chopsticks in his hand, stirring the noodle soup earnestly.

The steaming heat in the pot made his clear facial features hazy, with broad shoulders, narrow waist and long legs, and the appearance of cooking noodles in the kitchen in the middle of the night, like a sweet idol drama.

Feng Lanchu satisifiedly admired the painting in front of her. Her family, Anzhi, was indeed the most beautiful.

As soon as Jiang Anzhi turned his head, he saw Feng Lanchu looking at him obsessively at the door of the kitchen, and pursed his lips in a good mood: "Jiang Anzhi, the family cook, find out."

Feng Lanchu let out a chuckle, walked in generously and winked at him: "I've never seen such a handsome house husband."

Jiang Anzhi held her into his arms and kissed her in a good mood before asking in a low voice, "Did you miss me?"

"What will happen if you don't want to?" Feng Lan asked with raised eyebrows.

"If you don't want to, there's nothing to eat." Jiang Anzhi replied frankly.

"...I must have thought about it." Feng Lan replied with a sense of humor at the beginning, with a sly smile on her lips.

Jiang Anzhi instantly understood that she was teasing him, and he took her into his arms and rubbed her in a good mood: "The answer is not sincere enough, so I won't give you food."

Feng Lan avoided him with a smile at the beginning: "Don't make trouble, the batter is muddy."

Jiang Anzhi let her go obediently, and said solemnly: "Don't interfere with my performance, it won't taste good if you abduct me later."

Feng Lan glanced at him speechlessly at the beginning, who influenced whom. "Uncle Jiang, can you do it? If not, I'll come."

"Is it okay, don't you know?" Jiang Anzhi asked with a pun while putting the vegetables.

"All right, all right, come by yourself. I'll wait outside for food." Feng Lan was defeated at the beginning, so don't argue with the childish Uncle Jiang, otherwise the one who suffers will always be the rational one.