Boss, Your Babies Are Raising Hell

2Cheng Jiuyuan saw that Ling Xuanhan didn't say anything else, but had a helpless look on his face.    

    

He knew that Ling Xuanhan was also very sad. His son had become like this, and he was powerless to do anything about it. This was the worst thing that could happen to him.    

    

Cheng Jiuyuan looked at Ling Chenchen gently. "Chenchen, don't be afraid. Your father was worried that you were hungry and had problems with your body. That was why he was so anxious. When people are anxious, they can't control themselves. They can't control themselves. "    

    

Ling Chenchen buried his head between his legs and did not speak.    

    

Cheng Jiuyuan continued, "Look at what Uncle brought you."    

    

As he spoke, he opened the thermos box.    

    

The taste of the rice instantly filled the air.    

    

When Ling Chenchen smelled this smell, he immediately raised his head. Even his timid eyes were filled with yearning.    

    

Cheng Jiuyuan smiled and said to him, "That's right. This is the pastries that you like to eat. Quickly come over and eat. It won't taste good when it's cold. "    

    

Ling Chenchen had been hungry for the whole day. He was indeed so hungry that his chest was pressed against his back, but he did not dare to come over. He timidly looked at Ling Xuanhan.    

    

He seemed to be worried that Ling Xuanhan would blame him.    

    

Ling Xuanhan received his timid look. He helplessly endured the pain in his heart and said, "Come and eat."    

    

Only then did Ling Chenchen crawl over weakly. He took the rice from Cheng Jiuyuan's hands and tried his best to eat it.    

    

He wolfed down the food like it was nothing. It did not seem like he was anorexic at all.    

    

He did not have anorexia, but all the food did not suit his appetite. He only liked to eat this rice.    

    

Seeing that Ling Chenchen finished cooking the pastries in a while, Ling Xuanhan, who had not made a sound, said, "Doctor Cheng, this pastries..."    

    

"Shi Miao asked someone to send it over." Cheng Jiuyuan knew what he wanted to ask and answered.    

    

There was astonishment in Ling Xuanhan's eyes.    

    

He couldn't believe it either.    

    

He personally went to Yening Garden to invite Shi Miao to cook for Ling Chenchen, but she refused immediately.    

    

Why did he still cook for someone to send over?    

    

What was this woman planning?    

    

Cheng Jiuyuan saw that Ling Chenchen was full, so he handed him a cup of warm water.    

    

Ling Chenchen had eaten his fill and drank his fill. He took the warm water and gulped it down.    

    

When Ling Chenchen finished speaking, Cheng Jiuyuan asked him, "Chenchen, what's the taste of the rice you just ate?"    

    

"It... has the taste of love..." Ling Chenchen said a few words weakly.    

    

Ling Xuanhan was so shocked that he stared at him for a long time and could not react.    

    

His son actually tasted love from the food cooked by a strange woman?    

    

His biological father had done his best for him, and had worked so hard for him.    

    

He loved him so much that he was worried that something would go wrong with him.    

    

However, he had never been able to avoid him. In fact, he had even run away from home several times in order to escape his line of sight!    

    

Ling Chenchen's words were like a sharp sword, piercing Ling Xuanhan's heart.    

    

Cheng Jiuyuan understood why Ling Chenchen liked to eat Shi Miao's cooking, and he also had an idea in his heart.    

    

"Chenchen is really good. He can taste love. Very good." Cheng Jiuyuan praised him. "Then tomorrow morning, let your father cook for you personally. Try what it tastes like, okay?"    

    

Cheng Jiuyuan took the opportunity to ask.    

    

Just as he had thought, the reason Ling Chenchen became so introverted was because he lacked love.    

    

Children who were autistic were very sensitive and had unique opinions about taste.    

    

Even if ordinary people could not taste it, he could taste how much heart and love the person who cooked had poured into cooking.    

    

The first time Shi Miao cooked pastries for Zhan Yeling, it was naturally filled with love.    

    

Now, because she pitied Ling Chenchen, she made pastries for him. She must have also poured love into it.    

    

And Ling Chenchen lacked love.    

    

Ling Chenchen looked at Ling Xuanhan timidly. "He doesn't know how to cook."