Chapter 614: Episode 327: Banquet at Chunfeng Restaurant
The room in our new home is much more spacious than the one back in the Meng family courtyard.
A green gauze lamp hung over the desk by the window, exuding rings of faint light, infusing the scent of the leaves with a hint of warmth.
Hua Xiaomai was suddenly deprived of the little walnut by Meng Yuhuai, her hand suddenly empty, first shocked, and then realizing what happened, she burst into laughter.
"What are you trying to do?" she asked, running a finger slowly over the brand-new quilt embroidered with hundreds of flowers, lowering her head with a smile curving on her lips and brows, "Why do I feel like you’re up to no good?"
The twenty-nine-year-old young matron, having given birth to the little walnut, had gained an added touch of mature charm, her figure a bit plumper than before, as white and luscious as a juicy peach.
Meng someone glimpsed at her twice, his throat tightening, and looking down at the little walnut already snoring softly in his arms, his voice grew even huskier.
"I’ll take the child to mother first, you stay put and be good."
Having spoken, he strode out, with the sounds of opening doors and talking faintly carrying back, but soon enough, he rushed back hurriedly.
Hua Xiaomai indeed sat obediantly at the edge of the bed without moving. Seeing him come in, she curled her lips, "You took the little walnut over, and mother didn’t say anything?"
The light in the room was dim, but she suspected that the person in question had blushed because he immediately turned his head away, uncomfortably placing his fist against his lips, coughing twice.
"Don’t talk nonsense."
After a while, Meng Yuhuai, frowning, said, "Mother wants us to discuss, in case the night is inconvenient, letting the little walnut sleep with her is also an option. Us country folks aren’t used to hiring help to take care of us, and since the family is short on members, we have to help out more ourselves."
"Hmm." Hua Xiaomai stood up and lazily sauntered over to him, touched his chest with a seemingly casual brush of her hand, and said softly, "But I don’t think that’s appropriate, the little walnut is still so small, how can he be away from his mother?"