My Dragon Baby and Billionaire Husband-Chapter 761 Little Dragon Cubs are All Crazy About Spoiling Their Sisters 2

Chapter 761: Chapter 761 Little Dragon Cubs are All Crazy About Spoiling Their Sisters 2

Si Mingjing was also looking at the menu. "Oh, what to do?" she said. "I want to eat everything."

Without a second word, Mo Yinhe looked up and said to the butler standing by, awaiting his orders, "We’ll have both barbecue and hot pot. Where are the menus for the barbecue items and the hot pot?"

The butler bowed beside them, flipped through the menu in front of Mo Yinhe to the seventh page, and said, "Sir, you can choose the barbecue items here; the hot pot selections follow right after. Given the cold weather, how about a split pot with venison broth and mushroom broth? The children can have the non-spicy mushroom broth, and you and the Crown Princess Consort can have the venison broth."

"Mm."

Mo Yinhe accepted the butler’s suggestion, choosing the venison and mushroom broth hot pot bases. Si Mingjing, holding a pencil, selected several items from the barbecue category, saying, "Snowflake beef, lamb kidneys, Black Angus oyster blade steak, seafood tofu soup, flower-patterned octopus, and brown sugar glutinous rice cakes. Liangliang and Xiaosu both love brown sugar glutinous rice cakes; these can be brought out when the children return from playing."

The butler listened, jotted down the order, and said respectfully, "Of course, Your Highness the Crown Princess Consort."

Then, he asked, "And for the hot pot dishes, what would you like?"

Si Mingjing gestured for Mo Yinhe to choose.

Mo Yinhe flipped through the menu, his clear voice selecting, "Let’s have a serving of six-head abalones, deep-sea red shrimp, spicy beef, prime fatty beef, premium tripe, fresh blood pudding, fried gluten, and a vegetable platter."

The butler noted everything down and then asked, "Sir, what would you like to drink?"

"Ask my wife."

When he said ’my wife,’ his clear voice was filled with pride.

Si Mingjing’s phoenix eyes narrowed slightly. "Let’s skip alcohol," she said. "Something warm to drink would be good. When the children get back, they’re sure to be freezing. A pitcher of corn juice sounds nice, don’t you think?"

Mo Yinhe, lounging lazily against the back of his chair, still sounded proud as he replied, "Whatever my wife says."

Si Mingjing pretended not to be pleased, fighting back a smile as she ordered a few more small desserts. With a serious expression, she closed the menu and handed it to the butler. "That’s all for now. Please hurry with the order; I’m starving."

"Right away, Your Highness the Crown Princess Consort."

The butler took the menu and left. In less than two minutes, someone brought over the barbecue grill and the hot pot.

The dining table was large; one side was set for the barbecue grill, the other for the hot pot, and it didn’t feel crowded at all.

After all the dishes were served, the butler offered to arrange them on the table, but Mo Yinhe said dismissively, "This is something I should do for my wife. If you do everything, what’s left for me?"

The butler, finding himself without a retort, quietly retreated, not wanting to be a third wheel.

He went to the kitchen to hurry along the corn juice, smiling contentedly as he walked.

A servant curiously asked him, "Butler, what are you smiling about? Sir just dismissed you rather disdainfully, yet you look so happy."

"What do you know?" the butler replied. "I’m happy for Sir. In all the years he’s come to the villa to relax, when has he ever been as cheerful as he is now? Look how content he is!"

In the years Si Mingjing was absent, Mo Yinhe would occasionally stay at the villa for a day or two. He always wore a gloomy expression, and a smile rarely graced his lips. The butler had been quite worried about him.

But now, Sir had not only found the Crown Princess Consort again but had also brought back so many children. His face beamed with the contentment of a married man; naturally, the butler was overjoyed.

The servant pondered this and said, "You might be right. Sir practically floats when he walks these days."

"Mama, I can barbecue too!"

Ye Jingzhe, Little Bingshan, sat in a child’s high chair, his movements steady as he used the barbecue tongs to place slices of beef on the grill. Beneath it, the charcoal glowed red, creating a heartwarmingly cozy sight.

Si Mingjing watched the big one and the little one busying themselves, content to simply wait for the food.

Just as the three of them were nearly full, Ye Shen arrived back at the villa by helicopter with the children.

The little ones were famished from playing. Spotting the steam rising from the table in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, they all rushed over, scrambling onto their chairs, eager to eat "meat meat."

Si Mingjing asked the children, "Did anyone fall? Is anyone hurt?"

Yun Xiaosu pointed at Su Chaoyang and announced, "Mom, little sister got hurt! She took a ’dog eats shit’ fall!"

The phrase ’dog eats shit’ was so vivid; the imagery made her heart ache, yet she also wanted to laugh.

Su Chaoyang puffed up her cheeks angrily. "I told you not to say that!"

Si Mingjing picked up the indignant Su Chaoyang. "Tell Mommy, where did you fall and hurt yourself?"

Su Chaoyang refused to say.

Yun Xiaosu chimed in, "It’s her butt~~"

Su Chaoyang rolled up her little sleeves, looking ready to explode.

Yun Xiaosu quickly darted to Ye Jingzhe’s side, seeking her big brother’s protection. She tugged at his sleeve, wheedling, "Brother, I want brown sugar glutinous rice cakes! They’re going to eat them all! Brother, quick, help me get some!"

Xi Lei, Sheng Liangliang, and Gu Shurong, the three little dragon cubs, had already set their sights on the brown sugar glutinous rice cakes as soon as they reached the table. Their chopsticks shot out, making Yun Xiaosu stomp her feet in frustration.

Ye Jingzhe, Little Bingshan, also reached for one. He placed it on a clean plate before him and passed it to Yun Xiaosu, his cool tone belying his affection. "Be careful, it’s hot."

The brown sugar glutinous rice cakes had just been served. The butler had brought them in right after hearing the helicopter land, so they were still quite hot.

Yun Xiaosu was eager to eat and didn’t care if it was hot or not. She opened her little mouth. "Brother, feed me~~"

Ye Jingzhe, Little Bingshan, reluctantly picked up the brown sugar glutinous rice cake again. He blew on it, though he wasn’t sure if it was cool enough, then brought it to Yun Xiaosu’s lips. "Try it yourself and see if it’s too hot."

Yun Xiaosu took a big bite and yelped, "OWW! OWW!"

Gu Shurong and Xi Lei burst into loud laughter.

Ye Jingzhe, Little Bingshan, turned and shot them a warning glare.

That look was absolutely authoritative.

Gu Shurong, the chubby little boy, was instantly cowed and stifled his laughter.

Xi Lei had a bit more nerve than Gu Shurong. He met Ye Jingzhe’s steady gaze for two seconds but couldn’t hold out for a third. Eventually, he lowered his head dejectedly and ate the brown sugar glutinous rice cake he had managed to grab.

Si Mingjing gently took off Su Chaoyang’s little pants to check her bottom. Seeing a purplish bruise on the pale, tender skin, she hugged her distressed daughter. "Mommy will take you to put on some ointment."

Mo Yinhe asked his sons and daughters, "So, who lost in the end? Who has to wash everyone’s socks?"

Yun Xiaosu, Sheng Liangliang, and Gu Shurong pointed at Xi Lei in unison. "Dad, he has to wash the socks!"

Xi Lei actually lost?

This was unexpected. He didn’t believe it, so he asked Xi Lei, who was diligently eating his brown sugar glutinous rice cake, "Son, what happened?"

With a devil-may-care shrug of his little shoulders, Xi Lei said, "It’s just that this young master wasn’t skilled enough, I guess."

Mo Yinhe asked again, "Who came in second to last?"

Yun Xiaosu raised her little hand high. "Daddy, I didn’t lose!"

Mo Yinhe suddenly understood. Perhaps Xi Lei had intentionally let Yun Xiaosu win? Was it a big brother’s affection, unwilling to let his little sister wash everyone’s socks in the dead of winter?