Super Wife’s Three Babies

Chapter 220 Egg Fried Rice Part 2

“My mommy makes delicious egg fried rice, doesn’t she?” North asked gleefully while looking up at Eugene.

Olivia glanced at him automatically when she heard that. It was the only dish she was confident with, and so it was only natural that she hoped Eugene had no complaints. The man mumbled in agreement, and he wolfed down the entire bowl of fried rice. In fact, he looked as if he hadn’t had enough.

Upon placing his bowl down, Olivia heard Eugene exclaim clearly, “It’s delicious!”

Her mood improved significantly upon hearing that. “Are you full already? I can’t finish mine; why don’t I give you some of mine?”

Eugene glanced at her in surprise. She almost bit her tongue right after saying that. How could I offer him my food that I’ve already started eating? Why didn’t I think things through before blurting my thoughts out? She grasped at straws while trying to explain herself, “I haven’t touched the rice on this side!”

Eugene answered her straight away, “No worries.” Then, he reached out to take her bowl of fried rice to spoon half of it into his bowl. Furthermore, he took the portion which Olivia was already eating halfway through. Afterward, he looked up at her, and his gaze gleamed teasingly. “Why are you so particular about these things? I’m not complaining about you at all. Is this enough for you? Why don’t I return you some?”

corners of Olivia’s lips twitched uncontrollably because this was her first time being so close with a man. Is it alright to shift the rice repeatedly?

took her half bowl of rice and placed it

with North tonight,” Eugene remarked while glancing at Olivia, who was also glaring

quietly. This is strange. I actually understand what she’s trying to say through her gaze. “What do you mean by that look of

Olivia glared at him angrily.

be bad if I anger this woman and she chases

this moment, a child would most

would truly like to keep you both company.

rolled her eyes straight away. “We can manage

who was sitting across them both broke the silence. “Mommy, I want to sleep with

With that, things worked out for Eugene, and he managed to

an exceptionally-high IQ. Can I tell my son bedtime stories, just like what the internet says? Perhaps I could play some building blocks with