Zhao Gushen didn’t mention it, and she had almost forgotten that he said he would take his luggage but never did.

So, his stuff was still here all along.

"My pajamas are still here, right? Where did you put them?" Zhao Gushen asked again, wondering if she had put them in her closet.

"It’s fine if you’re here, but you’ll have to sleep on the sofa again." Ye Fei said, feeling a bit embarrassed, "Your pajamas are still here, I’ve already washed them, I’ll go get them for you."

Zhao Gushen could have gone back to his comfortable home, but he was staying here on the sofa, which seemed quite incongruous.

Ye Xiaomo was stunned.

Pajamas? What pajamas?

When did Zhao Gushen leave his pajamas behind?

"How about..."

Zhao Gushen just started to speak when Ye Xiaomo, sensing mischief, quickly chimed in, "How about, Uncle, you sleep in my room, and I’ll sleep with Xiao Fei."

"Your bed is too small," he said, taking the opportunity to criticize Xiaomo’s height.

"Then how about I sleep with Xiaomo in his room, and you take my room?" Ye Fei suggested.

After saying that, she couldn’t help blushing.

Originally inspired by Ye Xiaomo, she thought she could squeeze in with Xiaomo.

After all, Xiaomo was small and wouldn’t take up much space.

And she could fit in Xiaomo’s bed as well.

Zhao Gushen naturally wanted to sleep in Ye Fei’s... room, but he couldn’t let Ye Fei and Xiaomo sleep together.

Xiaomo was already getting too big for that.

Even with mother and son, it was not appropriate!

Zhao Gushen immediately declined, "The child is grown now, it’s not convenient for you to sleep together anymore."

Ye Xiaomo blinked, "I’m only 4 years old."

Zhao Gushen sneered, "Didn’t you just say you were a man too?"

Ye Xiaomo: "..."

Ye Fei: "..."

"I’ll just sleep on the sofa, it’s fine," Zhao Gushen said.

Anyway, he wouldn’t have many more chances to sleep on the sofa.

Eventually, he would be able to sleep together with Ye Fei, and the sofa would be unnecessary.

Alright, since he insisted, Ye Fei didn’t force him.

Zhao Gushen seized the chance to urge Xiaomo, "It’s so late, you have to go to kindergarten tomorrow, hurry up and sleep."

Xiaomo anxiously looked at Zhao Gushen and then at Ye Fei.

Leaving the two of them here alone, why was he so worried?

"Yes, go to sleep," Ye Fei also said.

Xiaomo sighed helplessly.

This Xiao Fei couldn’t see his concerns at all!

So naive, what should he do!

Helplessly, Xiaomo had no choice but to head back to sleep, looking back with every three steps.

"I’ll get a pillow and blanket for you." Ye Fei said.

The pillow and blanket were stored in her bedroom wardrobe.

Ye Fei went to fetch them, not realizing Zhao Gushen was following her.

As Ye Fei opened the wardrobe and stood on a stool to reach for the pillow and blanket placed on the top shelf, Zhao Gushen noticed the recipe book left open on her desk.

Earlier, because he suddenly opened the door, Ye Fei thought it was a burglar and left it open as she rushed out.

Now, the recipe book was wide open.

Zhao Gushen picked it up and saw that it not only contained cooking methods and seasoning tips but also Ye Fei’s annotations.

Why do it this way, why use these seasonings.

Some parts even had question marks, with alternative methods and seasonings written in brackets.

"Are the notes in brackets your alternative methods?" Zhao Gushen asked when he saw them.

Ye Fei didn’t expect Zhao Gushen to be in the room.

His sudden voice startled her.

Ye Fei turned around in shock, discovering Zhao Gushen leaning against her computer desk, his long legs stretched out as if there was no place to put them.