章節 183: Her Chicken turned Into A Stew

——Ha, it would probably be even better if he made it a chicken stew. 

Of course, Ye Sang was unaware of his dangerous idea. 

The little thing cupped the chicken in her hands and happily put it back into its nest, then held her daddy's hands and swayed it, "Daddy daddy, let's go to bed." 

Shen Chuchen's glance stopped on the chicken in the nest for a few seconds and slowly looked back, "Sure." 

Honestly speaking, he really wanted to make it into a stew. 

But... 

He needs to comfort her first before he does that. 

*

Shen Chuchen headed back with the little girl leisurely. The little bun who walked in front of him had a clean face filled with innocence. 

The man looked at her and smiled. 

So cute. 

She was like a little sun. 

No wonder someone who hated her like Mu Chen felt soft-hearted for her so many times. 

"Ye Sangsang." The man lazily grabbed her collar.