Breaking Defense! After Losing My Memory, I Was Spoiled to Heaven by My Yandere Ex-Husband

“Then let’s set off at half past two. Anyway, Niangao and I aren’t hungry. We had just finished eating. How about you?”

After saying this, Wen Yusheng realized that Chen Yumo had to have lunch first.

Chen Yumo walked toward the kitchen.

“I’ll make lunch myself. If you want to eat, we can eat together.”

To be honest, Wen Yusheng seemed to have digested the bowl of noodles and soy milk just now.

“That’s great, I can still eat your meal!”

Wen Yusheng stood at the door of the kitchen holding little Niangao, watching Chen Yumo working inside.

The man was wearing a pink apron. He was tall, and the apron looked smaller on him.

“Who asked you to wear this? It made me laugh! Niangao! Look! Isn’t your dad very funny?”

Chen Yumo was a little embarrassed. He looked back at Wen Yusheng and said, “You bought this apron for me. You said it fit well. Doesn’t it look good?”

Wen Yusheng’s smile stopped abruptly. Looking at Chen Yumo’s serious expression, he always felt that he would suddenly wake up in the middle of the night and say: [I deserve to die!]

“Good-looking, very good-looking! It really suits you! Really! It looks great!”

Wen Yusheng narrowed his eyes carefully and took a look. “Let me tell you, the way you dress is exactly the same as my previous fantasy of my future wife, except for… the secondary sexual characteristics.”

Chen Yumo took out the dumpling delivered in the morning from the refrigerator. He opened it and looked at it. There were twenty of them.

Ten dumplings could be placed on one floor, so he used two steamers.

Timed for half an hour.

Then he put the box with the dumpling aside.

Wen Yusheng looked at the dumpling. They looked like they were handmade, not like fast food.

“Is this handmade?”

Chen Yumo was collecting water. “Yes, it’s purely handmade. I specially asked them to deliver it in the morning. You like this dumpling very much. Our family asked them to deliver a box every once in a while.”

Taking out a piece of tofu from the box on the side, Wen Yusheng realized that the ingredients at home seemed to have been sent by others, and they were all fresh.

Sure enough, rich people didn’t even have to go shopping. The key ingredients could be sent home and still of high quality.

Chen Yumo put the tofu in a bowl, rinsed it with water, then drained the water and placed it on the cutting board.

He cut the tofu into small pieces and put them neatly on the plate. His knife skills were really good, and the tofu was also really good.

The best thing was the hands that cut the tofu!

Nice!

Powerful!

So pretty!

Slender and well-proportioned, the veins on the back of his hands were obvious, the fingernails were clean, and dripping with water—it was so beautiful!

Even every nail was trimmed just right. It wasn’t too weak like an Omega, but it had the beauty of gentleness and strength. Wen Yusheng didn’t have a hand fetish, but he had to admit he was really fascinated by Chen Yumo’s hands!

Chen Yumo was busy with his own work. He took out a bunch of rapeseeds from another box, selected it, put it under the faucet, rinsed it three times, and then started cutting it into three sections.

He poured various seasonings into the pot and threw the vegetables in.

Turning to look at Wen Yusheng, he said, “There is a lot of oil smoke in the kitchen. You can take the child to play outside.”

Yes, there was a two-year-old baby in his arms.

Wen Yusheng only cared about being a nymphomaniac and completely forgot about his precious son.

He quickly covered little Niangao’s nose and said, “Papa will take you out to play!”