Chapter 218
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He was taken aback to see Xuxu holding a bowl in her hands .
"You didn't eat much during dinner, so Aunt Zhang made you some handmade noodles . "
Xuxu gave a light explanation as she placed the bowl in front of him .
From the bowl, the fragrance of sesame oil and scallions entered his nostrils . It was a familiar smell that he could recognize even with his eyes closed .
He glanced at the noodles and waved his hand impatiently . "Take it away and don't bother me . "
This fellow . . .
Xuxu wasn't sure how she managed to muster her courage to raise her voice at him . "Don't you want to have a child?"
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She instantly turned crimson .
Young Master Yan looked at her in confusion .
What does this have to do with having children?
"I shouldn't be the only one taking care of my health, and . . . " Xuxu swallowed before she lashed out again . "And, as you know, our child might inherit your bad temper . "
She chided him in one breath and stomped away immediately before Yan Rusheng could respond .
She suddenly agreed with Zhou Shuang's reasoning . If they really had a child, he or she mustn't inherit his bad temper—it was just as bad as a woman going through menopause .
Yan Rusheng stared after her fleeing figure . He recalled the words she'd used and his face turned glum .
Our child might inherit your bad temper . . .
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Was she implying that he had a bad temper?
But their child . . . who will the child take after?
Hmmm, the child should look like him indeed . And his or her personality too . That stupid woman doesn't have any strengths so she should just be responsible for giving birth to their child .
He was feeling gloomy, but as he visualized their future child, his mood lightened up considerably .
'Ssss'
Immersed in his daydream, the cigarette he was holding soon burned his finger . He threw it away in a hurry .
Knock knock knock .
Someone knocked again, and he glanced at the door, thinking to himself, 'Stupid woman how dare you come again . '
He straightened his back and sat up, prim and proper . Then he answered, "Come in . "
The door swung open, but it was Aunt Zhang instead .
Aunt Zhang asked, "Third Young Master, have you eaten the noodles? I'll wash the bowl if you're done . "
His eyes glinted with a flash of disappointment, and he became frustrated . "I'm not eating, bring it away . "
"Oh . " Aunt Zhang's mouth drooped with disappointment as she saw the bowl of noodles which hadn't been touched at all . She mumbled as she stretched out her hands . "Miss's fingers were accidentally clamped a few times while making the noodles . Such a pity to dump the whole bowl . "
Even if you're not eating, I'm obliged to let you know how much effort Miss had put in .
Hmph!
What? Wen Xuxu made the noodles?
A flash of surprise streaked past Young Master Yan's eyes . Without hesitation, he snatched the bowl of noodles from Aunt Zhang . "Since it's a pity to throw away, I'll try a few mouthfuls later . "
He dismissed her . "You may leave first . I'll bring the bowl downstairs after I'm done . "
Aunt Zhang was bewildered by his actions . Earlier on, he didn't want to try the noodles, and now without warning, he'd snatched the bowl back like a bandit .
Why was it so hard to understand the mindset of youngsters these days?
. . .
At the Ming's house .
After dinner, the Ming family was having dessert together . Being the core of the family, Ming Zhongsheng sat at the center of the couch . Everyone was huddled around him harmoniously as they chatted and ate .
His eldest grandson, Ming Anyong, played chess with him . Wen Xinyi was the only girl among his grandchildren, and he doted on her immensely .