Five years after we got married, my missing domineering husband suddenly returned to China, ready to see the joke of me, a deeply resentful wife.
Unexpectedly, as soon as he entered the door, his four-year-old son was wearing a Dior apron. He was cooking with a spoon and commanding with his phone and watch: "Come on that tens of billions of acquisitions, my mommy's braised pork will be burnt!"
And I was slumped on the sofa giving instructions: "Baby, the potato chips want tomato flavor, and the Coke wants ice!"
He wanted to revive his husband, but it turned out that his son was richer than him and his wife was calmer than him.
The most powerful configuration for a family of three in history!
In the early morning, my four-year-old son brought a loving breakfast: "Mommy, today's menu is French toast with deep-sea caviar."
At the door, Mr. Qianyi held 999 roses in his hand: "Honey, I ordered Michelin..."
The son's face sank, and he blocked him from the door: "Daddy, you want to chase my mommy? First learn to make four dishes and one soup, and then your personal assets pass my review! Suitor No. 1, Please go to the back and line up."
I cracked the melon seeds and commented: Well, if the son is raised well, the husband and other things are not important.
