The Villainess Female Supporting Character Raising Her Bun

Chapter 26 - Cooking Meat Skewers (1)

"It's something edible." Cheng Huan entered the room with her little tail trailing behind her. She put everything on top of the table before she let out a sigh. "Gosh, am I tired!"

"Mommy, let me get you some water!" XingXing had been watching kid shows that have plenty of contents of how to be familial to one's parents. Seeing that his mom's cheeks were red from the heat, he volunteered to be a familial son.

Cheng Huan was pretty tired herself. She had hit many places in one day and carried all these stuff home with her.

She collapsed onto the couch with her hands splayed to both sides of her before she turned her head to thank her eager son.

"You are welcome," said XingXing politely. He took a glass, walked inside the kitchen, poured a cup of water, and carried it out carefully with both hands.

He filled the glass up too high and inevitably spilled some water out as he walked. XingXing felt his heart ache when he saw the water that he had just filled splattering out of the glass.

He was nervous and his action became more cautious. He only took a small step at a time very slowly, yet the water that was going to splatter out still splattered out. By the time the glass got into Cheng Huan's hand, there was only half a glass left.

Cheng Huan had been running around all day long and didn't even have lunch. She was tired, hot, hungry, and thirsty. She finally felt halfway alive after she finished the half a glass of water.

She didn't rest for too long. There was water spilled onto the floor and that'd make the floor slippery. She had XingXing sit on the couch while she grabbed a mop to clean up the water.

XingXing sat on the couch and swung his two legs back and forth as he watched his mommy work. He was pouting and looked as though he wasn't happy about it.

"Mom."

Cheng Huan had just finished mopping when she heard her son. She turned her head and saw him holding the empty glass in his hands. He said in a serious manner, "I won't spill any water next time!"

"Mm. Our XingXing is amazing." Cheng Huan put the mop away, walked back, and stroked the kid on his head. XingXing's hair was getting long. His bangs had already passed his brows.

"Let's take you for a haircut tomorrow," said Cheng Huan after she had finished stroking him.

As soon as she had finished saying that, XingXing immediately turned pale.

Many kids didn't like to have their hair cut.

It was mainly because kids have small arteries and during their occasional headache or fever, they'd receive their injections on their heads. Kids were not good at telling things apart and overtime, they'd equate hair-cutting with injections.

XingXing was one of these kids.

He wasn't the healthiest when he was younger and would always run a fever every few months. The original owner didn't have the patience to take care of him, so every time he ran a fever, she'd take him to get an injection. That made XingXing very nervous about anyone touching his head.

Even though he was older now and knew the difference between hair-cutting and injection, he still found that intimidating.

He puffed up his cheeks and reached out to touch his hair. His bangs could just barely touch his eyes.

XingXing looked up at that lock of hair; he didn't feel that they were that long.

"Mom, I don't want to have a haircut." XingXing attempted to negotiate.

"Nope. This is not a discussion. You are about to turn into a little bum if we don't get you a haircut." Cheng Huan rejected his request right away, stood up, and walked over to the dinner table.

XingXing looked at Cheng Huan resentfully; unfortunately, his mean mother had already turned her back on him. He looked at her for a while and finally came to the conclusion that she wasn't going to talk about this anymore and said, unreconciled, "Alright, I guess."

Having said that, he climbed down from the couch and walked over to Cheng Huan.