Daddy! Come Home for Dinner!

Chapter 729: Chapter 729: Such Good Luck

“The grandchildren at home, they’ve hired a nanny to take care of them, and our in-laws have also come to Belfard, living with them, helping to take care of the children, so the two of them can go to work with peace of mind,”

It’s true there was a bit of discomfort deep down.

Aunt Evans didn’t mention that the in-laws seemed to have monopolized their grandson.

Always with them, taking care of him, hardly even wanting them to touch him.

When she wanted to hold her grandson, she was stared at by the mother-in-law as if she would somehow break the child.

During dinner, she just happened to prepare the rice noodles that her grandson always ate and wanted to feed him.

Who knew the mother-in-law would say she was feeding him wrong?

She practically snatched the bowl away.

At that moment, Aunt Evans only pursed her lips and said nothing.

At home, she couldn’t help with anything, and instead, felt like an outsider.

She didn’t find it annoying that her grandson was closer to the in-laws.

Because she and Butler Howard were usually at the family mansion and didn’t see their grandson often.

It’s not reasonable to ask the grandson to be closer to them.

That would be too difficult.

So in this regard, Aunt Evans didn’t feel uncomfortable.

What made her uncomfortable was that they were treated like outsiders, stared at disapprovingly.

The in-laws were living in the house they bought for their son, treating them as outsiders.

After their son got married, they never interfered.

They didn’t meddle in their son’s family affairs.

The house was bought for their son so he could live well.

Aunt Evans always warned herself not to interfere in her children’s affairs and not to feel that her son belonged to another family after getting married.

She could never act that way.

And she couldn’t regard her daughter-in-law as their own family member who should serve them.

But the attitude of that family made her uncomfortable indeed.

Out of sight, out of mind, she and Butler Howard came back early.

In previous years, before their grandson was born,

they would return early because their in-laws would come to Belfard for the New Year to reunite with their daughter.

Aunt Evans could understand their feelings.

A daughter is always precious to her family.

When she gets married and moves away, it’s inevitable that she will miss her family during New Year’s Eve.

It’s just that the house they bought for Theodore Hughes was not very big.

It had only two bedrooms and one living room.

But because of its excellent location, it was chosen to make Theodore’s commute to work more convenient.

It was located on the 3rd Ring Rd.

Although it was only two bedrooms and one living room, the price would have been enough to buy a luxury house elsewhere.

With six people there, it felt a bit cramped.

Aunt Evans and Butler Howard had nothing to do when they went back to their own house.

They just stared at each other.

So, they decided to return to the family mansion.

Aunt Evans didn’t want to gossip about her in-laws.

So she didn’t say anything.

But Old Madam and Cindy were both perceptive.

Even though Aunt Evans didn’t say anything,

even though they couldn’t guess the details from the few words Aunt Evans said, they could tell that Aunt Evans and Butler Howard would rather return to their own place where they felt more at ease.

So they didn’t try to persuade her anymore.

“Sigh, during the New Year’s celebration, don’t let the cooking smoke bother you. I’ll fry the dumplings,” Aunt Evans hurriedly said.

Cindy went to make the porridge.

Little Morgan didn’t like tasteless porridge.

Every time he ate, it seemed very difficult.

So, Cindy would always make some tasty dishes for him.

This time, she cooked porridge with pork bones, using a special gauze bag to hold ingredients like scallions, ginger, and Sichuan peppercorns for dispelling the smell.

After it was cooked, she fried peanuts until crispy, crushed them, and sprinkled them in the middle of the bowl.

While cooking the porridge, Cindy also prepared a dish made with bean curd skin and blanched mung bean sprouts. She rinsed them with cold water and mixed them with chili powder, soy sauce, vinegar, and olive oil.

In addition, she prepared dishes with cucumber shreds and bamboo shoot shreds.

In a short while, she made six small plates of cold dishes.

Maverick Zhekova and Victoria Wheeler came as well.

After a while, Morgan Zhekova rushed over.

Not long after he entered, Adrian Zhekova strode in too.

Right then, Aunt Evans served breakfast on the table.

The little guy eagerly watched.

He found 6 coins in the middle of the night.

Now there were only 2 left, and they were all in these dumplings.

“Cindy, are all the dumplings fried?” Morgan asked as he leaned against the dining table.

“Mm, the rest are all here,” Cindy replied, understanding what the little guy meant.

However, she didn’t expect that he would still be up for a challenge after he had been stuffed to the point of immobility the night before.

Cindy quickly reminded him, “You mustn’t force yourself this morning. You have a bowl of porridge, but you need to limit the number of dumplings you eat to…”

She calculated and decided on 10 dumplings, based on his usual appetite.

But she knew he would not be satisfied with that.

So, she added five more for Morgan: “You must limit yourself to 15 dumplings. You can’t eat any more if you go over that.”

“Didn’t you feel terrible last night?” she reminded the little guy. “Do you want to continue feeling like that this morning?”

“Fine,” he muttered, pouting and reluctantly agreeing.

Old Madam laughed and said, “If you can’t finish them all in the morning, feel free to continue at noon.”

If the dumplings were eaten by others, the little guy wouldn’t have to worry about it anymore.

That was what the Old Madam had in mind.

At the same time, she thought of adding more coins to the dumplings next year.

So the little guy would have a higher chance of finding them and wouldn’t have to stuff himself so miserably.

The little guy started by drinking a sip of porridge to moisten his stomach.

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The rice in the porridge was soft, thick, and savory.

Having just come in from the outside, being blown by the cold winter wind, drinking mouthfuls of hot porridge felt incredibly comforting.

After that, the little guy picked up a fried dumpling with his chopsticks.

The dumpling wrappers were golden and crispy on three sides, but it also hid any trace of color that the wrapper might have revealed.

He took a bite, and since he didn’t have any expectations, not finding a coin in the first dumpling didn’t disappoint him.

The crispy and oily dumpling wrapper, combined with a bite that released the flavorful soup locked inside, was incredibly delicious.

Because the dumplings were fried, they were very hot. However, the heat actually made them even more fragrant.

His rosy cheeks and enjoyment of the food eventually made the little guy forget about his quest for the coins.

He had a bite of a dumpling, a sip of porridge, and some refreshing cold dishes.

What a satisfying breakfast.

Forgetting about finding the coins, he suddenly bit into one, and his little teeth clacked on the metal.

Caught off guard, it was a huge surprise for the little guy.

“A coin! I found one! I found one!” the little guy was over the moon.

Last night, it had been incredibly difficult for him to eat even a single coin, and he hadn’t expected his luck to improve so much this morning.