Su Yang chatted with Yang Qianqian, and hung up when Yang Qianqian had to go to work.

"Yangyang, aren't you very happy today?" Su Zimo said faintly.

"Hmm." Su Yang nodded solemnly.

"......" Su Zimo.

Forget it, my son, what else can I do?

He couldn't interject when the mother and son had just spoken on the phone.

Of course, even if he spoke, no one paid attention to him.

Now that the phone has hung up, he can only resign himself to making dinner for his own son.

"You can watch cartoons, Daddy cooks for you." Su Zimo had no choice but to turn on the TV and then help Su Yang tune in to the cartoon he liked.

"I want to eat noodles, like the one my mom cooked last time." Su Yang looked at Su Zimo and said.

"Okay, but it's not as delicious as my mother." Su Zimo put down the remote control in his hand and said.

"Hmm." Su Yang nodded, looking like I already knew.

“……”

So Su Zimo resigned himself to the kitchen and gave Su Yang a note.

About twenty minutes, Su Zimo came out of the kitchen with two bowls of noodles.

"Yangyang, it's time to eat." Su Zimo said to Su Yang, who was sitting on the sofa watching TV.

Su Yang obediently paused the TV and walked to the dining table.

Su Yang also helped Su Zimo take the phone very intimately.

Su Zimo had a feeling that he had forgotten something when he was just cooking, and now he remembered it when he saw the mobile phone in Su Yang's hand.

He forgot to call Yang's mother!

Su Zimo immediately took his mobile phone and called Yang's mother.

"Auntie, I had dinner with Yangyang at my place today, and I told you so late, I'm sorry." Su Zimo said immediately as soon as the phone was connected.

"yes, I see." Mother Yang responded.

She had just finished class and was going home for dinner.

So it's not too late to call!

"Auntie, are you home?" Su Zimo asked.

"Not yet, I'm going to go back, but even if you're not home, I'll have dinner with my friends." Mother Yang said.

"Okay, you're having fun." Su Zimo replied.

After that, Yang's mother hung up the phone.

"Grandma?" Su Yang asked after eating the noodles in his mouth.

"Hmm." Su Zimo put down his phone and answered.

"Yangyang, how are the noodles? I made this noodle for my mom last time. Su Zimo walked opposite Su Yang and said with a smile.

"When?" Su Yang looked up at Su Zimo and asked.

"Last night." Su Zimo replied with a smile.

"Why don't I know." Su Yang looked at Su Zimo with wide eyes and asked.

A questioning expression.

"Because you're asleep." Su Zimo still replied to Su Yang with a smile.

There was also a hint of ostentation in his tone.

"Hmph." Su Yang put the chopsticks on the table and was angry.

"The noodles don't taste good at all." Su Yang moved his face to the front and said.

"Mom said it was delicious." Su Zimo didn't take Su Yang's anger in his eyes at all.

"Hmph." Su Yang seemed to be even more angry.

"I don't like Dad." Su Yang said, and was about to struggle to get off the table after speaking.

Only then did Su Zimo realize that he had overplayed.

Su Yang lost his temper!

"Okay, Dad won't joke with you, let's eat the noodles." Su Zimo said softly.

"Don't." Su Yang had already gotten off the chair.

"It's Dad who is not good, will Dad take you out with Mom next time? Going to an amusement park? Zoo? Su Zimo chased after him and coaxed.

Now Su Yang doesn't drink milk at night, if he doesn't eat at night, he will definitely have to be hungry and toss Yang Qianqian in the middle of the night.