The child threw the garbage bag at the doorstep and walked back to the house, picking up a piece of bread from the table and stuffing it into their mouth to eat. Throughout the whole process, it was as if Ansu were invisible.

An Su realized what was going on and walked into the room. She took away the cold, hard bread from the child's hand and asked, "Is this all you're eating?"

The boy named Xia Xia remained silent for a while. He slightly opened his mouth, looking somewhat exhausted as he said, "...Give it back to me."

Just now, An Su didn't pay attention to what the child said because he was too shocked. However, this time, he heard the child's voice carrying a bit of hoarseness, and the enunciation was not very clear, obviously indicating that the child didn't speak often.

My heart skipped a beat. How could he be so irresponsible in taking care of his own biological son!

An Su despised herself from the past five years.

He didn't give the hard, even slightly burnt bread back to the child. Instead, he searched through the kitchen's refrigerator but only found a pack of instant noodles and a few eggs, so he had to make noodles and fry two sunny-side-up eggs as a substitute.

The child stayed in the living room, watching An Su, who acted out of character by snatching away his own bread and heading into the kitchen, with a hint of coldness in his eyes.

What other tricks are you up to?

When the water boils, An Su puts the noodles in, busying herself while her mind wanders about the events that happened today—

From childhood to adulthood, he had always lived with his mother. Because his mother fell ill, he dropped out of school early and went to the drama crew to earn money for medical expenses by playing supporting roles. At the age of 18, he was still a virgin who had never been in a relationship. Just when he thought he was simply taking a nap as usual, he woke up to find that five years had passed... and he also had a big son!

An Su had no experience taking care of children and had completely lost all memories from the past five years. Everything that had happened since waking up felt like a newly awakened dream.

From her memories, An Su lifted the lid of the pot and scooped the noodles into a bowl. She added two tea eggs on top. One of the tea eggs was softly boiled, while the other one was fully cooked.

Due to the limited ingredients and the absence of vegetables and meat in the refrigerator, I could only make these dishes for the children for now.

He carried the noodles out of the kitchen, trying his best to put a gentle tone in his voice, "Xia Xia, come and eat."

The child, however, did not come forward to start eating. Clearly staring at the steaming food in the bowl, the child swallowed saliva, and deep within their gaze was full of coldness. They looked up at An Su and said, "What do you want me to help you with this time?"

Father cooking for you is only natural, there's no need for you to do anything," Ansu's tone couldn't help but show some tenderness, "That bread is not edible, it's not good for your health."

The child is still in the stage of growing up, and their delicate stomach cannot withstand such rigid and cold food.

An Su picked up the chopsticks next to her and offered them to the child with a very appeasing expression. The child, somewhat skeptical, accepted the chopsticks and awkwardly picked up a few strands of noodles before eating them slowly.

Perhaps he was really hungry. At first, the child ate with small, delicate bites. But soon after, he started devouring the food voraciously, as if he wanted to bury his whole head in the bowl.

Beside, An Su encouraged herself in her heart, even if her memories had been blank for five years, she could still take good care of the child.

His restless hand touched the child's head, but to his surprise, the child raised his head with great caution and said, "I'm done eating!"

The empty bowl had no trace of noodle soup left.

"Is dad's cooking delicious?" An Su was still very confident in her culinary skills. In the past, her mother fell ill and worried that she wouldn't be able to cook for herself after she was gone. Every time An Su came home, her mother would always force her to cook in the kitchen.

"Okay." The child replied succinctly, choosing his words carefully.

An Su chuckled. Such a spoiled brat, clearly a food lover~