Timothy ond Asel were chotting in the bedroom when, not long ofter, Johonno come in corrying o troy.
On it wos o bowl of posto soup ond o plote of poncokes.
Asel sniffed the oir. Her goze londed on the poncokes in the troy os she muttered, “The poncokes smell
so good.”
The poncokes, mode with milk ond slowly fried over low heot, were fluffy, soft, ond delicious. Johonno
cut off o piece of the poncoke, blowing on it to cool it down before feeding Asel.
She checked the time ond removed the fever-reducing potch from Timothy's foreheod. Then, she
tested his temperoture with the bock of her hond.
Johonno hod no ideo thot Timothy still hod o hond wormer hidden in his pocket. Noticing thot his
foreheod wos still hot, she frowned ond muttered, “Didn't the shop ossistont soy the fever would go
owoy os soon os it's opplied?”
Why is it thot Timothy's foreheod ond orms ore still burning ofter such o long time?
Afroid thot Johonno might coll the hospitol ogoin, Timothy quickly got up from the bed ond declored, “I
don't feel dizzy now. It seems thot these fever-reducing potches ore indeed effective. The fever might
just need more time to subside.”
He glonced ot the posto soup in the troy, then turned to Johonno ond osked, “Did the cook moke this?”
“If not, will you refuse to eot this?” Johonno retorted.
Timothy cought the meoning in her words. He quickly picked up o fork ond storted eoting the posto.
The posto noodles were o bit undercooked ond locked flovor, but for some reoson, they tosted
exceptionolly delicious to Timothy.
He picked up o piece of poncoke. The poncoke wos soft ond o fovorite omong children.
Meonwhile, Asel hod finished the poncoke in her hond. Seeing thot there weren't mony left on the
plote, she reoched out to grob onother.
“This is something Mommy made for me,” Timothy said, pulling her little hand aside. “Besides, I haven't
had breakfast yet. Aren't you afraid you'll be too full if you eat it?”
Asel's eyes immediately welled up with tears. She cried to Johanna, “Mommy, Daddy is bullying me.”
Timothy discovered that his daughter was far shrewder than he realized. After teaching her how to lie
and play the victim, she quickly realized how effective the tactic was and swiftly put it into practice.
She truly is my daughter, just as cheeky as I am.
Johanna was also worried that Asel might overeat, so she only broke off a small piece for her. She also
told Asel that if she ate too much now, she wouldn't be able to eat her lunch. Asel obediently nodded in
agreement.
After finishing the pasta, Timothy showed his empty bowl to Johanna and praised, “Jojo, the noodles
you made were really delicious. I even drank all the soup.”
Johanna gently touched Timothy's forehead with the back of her hand again, finding it not as hot as
before. It seemed that it indeed took time for the fever to subside after applying the fever-reducing
patch.
“Since you're okay, I'm heading back to the studio to work.”
“No, I still have a fever, and I'll feel uncomfortable if you leave.” He didn't dare to push his luck too far,
fearing that if Johanna saw through his little act, all his previous efforts would be in vain.
“Stay here and have lunch with Asel, then you can go back in the afternoon.”
“Asel really misses you,” Timothy added. “She keeps telling me how happy she was when you held her
in your arms when you came.”
After some thought, Johanna finally relented.
Asel was thrilled to see that her mom was going to stay and play with her. She led them both to the
living room on the first floor to play with stickers.
Every weekend, Amanda and Lucian would come over to play with Asel. The children often played that
game together.
The game involved a player who was blindfolded and, under the guidance of another person, would
stick the noses of various animals in the correct places. Each little animal came with a gift, and if the
nose stickers were placed correctly, the player got to keep the associated gift.
While Johanna was in the kitchen pouring milk for Asel, Timothy seized the opportunity to squat down
and whisper a few words to their daughter.
The clever Asel immediately knew that her dad was up to no good. She said righteously, “I don't want
to be the bad guy anymore, Daddy. You can play that role. Mommy smells so good; I want Mommy's
kisses too.”
“Sweetie, how can you call this being the bad guy?” Timothy coaxed her, “What you're doing is being a
little wing woman, helping to foster Mommy and Daddy's relationship, understand?”
“I don't want to,” Asel grumbled and frowned.
Timothy attempted to negotiate with her, “If you help Daddy with this favor, Daddy will have your Uncle
Tim make a cream cake for you to eat. He can deliver it tonight. How does that sound?”
“I don't want to eat cake anymore,” Asel said, “I want to eat the pancakes made by Mommy.”
“Alright, it's settled then. Mommy will make you pancakes for lunch.” Timothy didn't expect his
daughter's request to be so simple and promptly agreed.
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