NOVEL NEXT Chapter 34
Chapter 34
Chapter 34 – Chapter 31: Want Mommy to Find a Good Uncle to Marry
“Let me help you here so the siblings can have a good time together.”
Mrs. Walker didn’t know about her inner fears, “That’s true, the kids can play together more easily, and they don’t see each other often.”
“Yeah, it’s only their third time meeting…”
Richelle Dunn also counted the time when Timothy and Tifanny secretly went to the kindergarten.
She couldn’t have imagined that just a few days later, she would be able to reunite with her oldest son and Timothy and Tifanny’s family of four in the same room.
Mrs. Walker was also a good cook, she asked, “What does Timothy like to eat?”
Richelle told Mrs. Walker all the information she had gathered in the past few days and remembered that Timothy mentioned yesterday that his big brother seemed to want to eat squirrel fish.
She took off her apron, “Mrs. Walker, Timmy wants to eat squirrel fish, I’m going to buy a fish outside.”
Mrs. Walker pushed her, “Go ahead, I’ll watch the house.”
Richelle Dunn was afraid of Roy Lewis or someone from the Lewis family suddenly visiting, so she specifically told Mrs. Walker.
“If a stranger rings the doorbell, don’t open the door.”
Richelle initially chose this old residential house because of its cheap price and more importantly, it was actually located in the center of the old city district, with very complete living facilities.
Now, it only took her less than ten minutes to go downstairs and bring back a fish.
As she entered the door, she heard laughter coming from the children’s bedroom, so she walked over, trying to hear what the siblings were talking so lively about.
“Mommy doesn’t have a boyfriend, but Mommy has a lot of people chasing her!”
The voices of the three children were actually quite similar, all soft and delicate, but Richelle, as their mother, could clearly tell it was Timothy’s voice, which was soft and exuberant, and made people feel refreshed when they heard it.
“That’s right! There are doctors, painter big brothers, and even big company bosses chasing Mommy! And they’re all so handsome!”
This was Tifanny, speaking in a particularly soft and elongated tone, with many filler words, making her sound adorable and cute.
“Daddy doesn’t have a girlfriend either, but he has a lot of annoying aunties chasing him too.”
This was, of course, Mr. Timmy, who also had a soft voice, but carried a hint of indifference.
“Oh no, if Mommy and Daddy both get married, won’t we have two Mommies and two Daddies?”
Tifanny seemed to be quite worried about this.
“No, that won’t happen. Daddy said he wouldn’t get married!”
Mr. Timmy spoke with conviction.
“But I want Mommy to marry a nice uncle so she doesn’t have to work so hard.”
Timothy was still as sensible as ever.
Richelle touched her forehead, feeling a mix of warmth and sadness. These little kids, getting together so rarely, couldn’t they just play something else instead of discussing their parents’ marital affairs?
“Richelle, did you buy the fish?”
Mrs. Walker in the kitchen probably heard the door open and hadn’t seen Richelle enter for a while, so she called out loudly.
Richelle quickly turned around and entered the kitchen with the fish.
“I bought it, but I went late, so there were only these two little ones left.”
Mrs. Walker laughed, “We have so many other dishes, it’s big enough.”
Richelle still felt a little disappointed, “But Timmy loves it…”
Mrs. Walker hesitated for a moment and then comforted her.
“There will be plenty of chances in the future to cook it for him, so there’s no need to worry about just this one meal.”
Richelle also felt that she was being a little obsessive. Perhaps it was because the longing and guilt hidden deep within her heart had tormented her over the past few years, and even now, when Timmy was standing right in front of her, she still felt a sense of unreality.
The two of them worked in the kitchen for nearly an hour, making six dishes and a soup, filling the entire table.
“Kids, it’s time to eat!”
As soon as Richelle called out, the three little ones immediately ran out of the bedroom, lined up to wash their hands and faces, and returned to the dining table. The two brothers pulled the middle chair apart and helped their sister sit down before each taking a seat on either side.
This time, Timmy was not as reserved as before, and took on the role of big brother, reminding them while eating fish, “Little brother and sister, be careful of fishbones.”
Timothy and Tifanny nodded, with Timothy even picking a piece of fish and putting it into his bowl.
“Big brother, you have this piece, it’s tender!”
Then, he turned his head to look at Richelle.
“Mommy, big brother said he wants to study with us. Can we go to the supermarket and buy stationery later?”
Richelle hadn’t thought of this if Timothy hadn’t mentioned it.
“Sure, you can also buy other things you need besides stationery.”
Timmy looked up at her, wanting to say something but hesitated.
Knowing that he still didn’t trust her, Richelle took the initiative to ask, “Timmy, are there any other things you need to buy besides stationery?”
Timmy glanced at Tifanny and Timothy wearing animal-shaped pajamas, and Richelle immediately understood, “You want the same pajamas as your brother and sister, right? No problem, you can choose a few sets of any animal you want later.”
Getting a response, Timmy blinked a few times and voluntarily added.
“And masks too…”
“No problem, there’s an anime merchandise section in the supermarket, you guys can check it out later.”
Richelle used the serving chopsticks to give him a piece of fish belly, and also served a piece to Tifanny and Timothy.
All three children were quite self-sufficient, but they were still kids. Plus, Mrs. Walker and Richelle’s cooking skills were excellent, so the children ate with their mouths full of oil.
Mrs. Walker ate while helping the children wipe their faces and remove fish bones. Richelle was busy serving dishes, peeling shrimp shells, and barely ate anything herself.
“Mommy, you should eat too! If you get too thin, we won’t have a pretty mommy anymore!”
Timothy stood up and put a piece of meat into her bowl.
“That’s right, you need to eat to have the energy to earn money to support us!”
Tifanny also put a rib into Richelle’s bowl.
Mr. Timmy hesitated for a moment, then reached out with his chopsticks, picked up a chicken leg, and put it into Richelle’s bowl.
He didn’t say anything, but Richelle could feel the love and affection just like that from Tifanny and Timothy.
“Thank you, my little treasures!”
The meal was lively and warm. After eating, Tifanny and Timothy helped to collect the utensils and brought them to the kitchen. Mr. Timmy had already wiped his hands and mouth with a wet towel, but when he saw his brother and sister helping, he put the towel on the table, rolled up his sleeves and carried the utensils to the kitchen, following their example.
“Big brother, today is Tuesday, we don’t need to wash the dishes. We wash them on Saturdays and Sundays.”
Mr. Timmy quickly caught on, “Oh, then I’ll join you in washing the dishes on Saturdays and Sundays.”
Richelle and the three children brought all the utensils from the dining table into the kitchen. She told them to wash their hands, and then served three small plates of hawthorn jelly on a tray and placed them on the coffee table.
There were only two small stools at home, so Timothy let his brother and sister sit on them while he sat on the carpet to eat.
Richelle glanced at the living room, making a mental list of items that needed to be increased from two to three.
“What is this?”
Mr. Timmy had never eaten hawthorn jelly before. He tried a bite with curiosity and was instantly conquered by its sweet and tangy taste. “This is so delicious!”
“It’s really good, right? Mommy made it with fresh hawthorns. It’s cold and sour, a great appetizer!”
Tifanny proudly promoted her mother’s culinary skills to Timmy.
Richelle smiled, patting her little girl’s head, and then turned to her eldest son, “If Timmy likes it, we can pack some up to take home tonight, okay?”
Mr. Timmy nodded firmly.
After the children finished their jelly and took a break, Richelle had them change clothes, and they got ready to go out.
Just before leaving, Richelle suddenly remembered something important.
“Tifanny, Timothy, put on your masks…”
She had just gone out to buy fish and noticed that the Lewis’ luxury motorhome was still parked at the entrance of the alley. She didn’t know if the driver was there or not.
If he was and spotted Tifanny and Timothy, it would be a big problem.
Tifanny and Timothy, always up for fun, didn’t question why and went to their bedroom to put on the half-masks they had last time, and returned quickly.
With that, Richelle felt relieved and went outside with Mrs. Walker and the three children.
It turned out that Richelle’s caution was necessary.
She had just driven her old car with the three children out of the alley when they were stopped by the Lewis’ family driver.
“Dr. Dunn, where are you all going? Take this car instead, it’s a lot more spacious and the kids can play inside.”
So Richelle parked her car to the side, and the three kids enthusiastically got inside the motorhome. Worried they would be too mischievous, she and Mrs. Walker followed them.
The Lewis family driver, Parker, was very polite and responsible. As Richelle and the children were shopping in the supermarket, he waited outside the checkout counter. When Richelle and the kids came over with several large shopping carts, he immediately went over to settle the payment.
Richelle knew it must have been something Roy Lewis instructed.
“Parker, these are things I bought for my own children. I’ll settle the payment myself.”
Richelle’s words were totally justified, as all three children with her were indeed her own.
However, Parker was very insistent, “Master Lewis said he didn’t bring any gifts last time, so this can be considered gifts for Dr. Dunn’s children.”
Richelle wanted to say something else, but Mr. Timmy suddenly tugged at her hand, looking serious with his handsome and cool face, and said.
“Don’t worry, my dad has a lot of money. This small amount doesn’t hurt a bit!”