Triplets’ Mighty Mom Novel

Chapter 220 Egg Fried Rice Part 2

“My mommy makes delicious egg fried rice, doesn't she?” South asked gleefully while looking up at Silas. Camila glanced at him automatically when she heard that. It was the only dish she was confident with, and so it was only natural that she hoped Silas had no complaints. The man mumbled in agreement, and he wolfed down the entire bowl! of fried rice. In fact, he looked as if he hadn't had enough. Upon placing his bowl down, Camila heard Silas exclaim clearly, “It's delicious!” Her mood improved significantly upon hearing that. “Are you full already? I can't finish mine; why don't I give you some of mine?”

Silas glanced at her in surprise. She almost bit her tongue right after saying that. How could I offer him my food that I've already started eating? Why didn't I think things through before blurting my thoughts out? She grasped at straws while trying to explain herself, “I haven't touched the rice on this side!” Silas answered her straight away, “No worries.” Then, he reached out to take her bowl of fried rice to spoon half of it into his bowl. Furthermore, he took the portion which Camila was already eating halfway through. Afterward, he looked up at her, and his gaze gleamed teasingly. "Why are you so particular about these things? I'm not complaining about you at all. Is this enough for you? Why don't I return you some?” The corners of Camila’s lips twitched uncontrollably because this was her first time being so close with a man. Is it alright to shift the rice repeatedly? Besides, what's up with his gaze? He seems to be hinting something in his smile. “No need; it's enough for me.” She took her half bowl of rice and placed it in front of her after saying that. “I'll sleep with South tonight,” Silas remarked while glancing at Camila, who was also glaring at him. Are you saying that you are planning to stay overnight here? He looked down while chuckling quietly. This is strange. I actually understand what she’s trying to say through her gaze. “What do you mean by that look of yours? Are you hoping that I'd sleep with you?” “Wow, arent you a shameless one?” Camila glared at him angrily. The feeling of gratitude from earlier was long gone now. Silas suddenly looked serious. It will be bad if I anger this woman and she chases me out. “The child has just returned, and I just want to keep him company.” Camila kept quiet, and she mulled it over suspiciously. At this moment, a child would most probably need a father figure to provide him with a sense of security. Just when she was about to agree without saying anything, she heard Silas's voice again. “In reality, I would truly like to keep you both company. We can sleep in the

same room, and I'll spend the night on the floor.” Camila rolled her eyes straight away. “We can manage by ourselves.” South, who was sitting across them both broke the silence. “Mommy, I want to sleep with Uncle Silas!"

Camila was rendered speechless when she heard that. With that, things worked out for Silas, and he managed to spend the night. After his night shower, he carried South onto the bed.

He went online to learn how to communicate with children just to be able to communicate with his son. However, the information online didn't seem appropriate for South, who had an exceptionally- high IQ. Can I tell my son bedtime stories, just like what the internet says? Perhaps I could play some building blocks with him as a parent-child game. But these obviously wouldn't work. Silas supported his forehead with his hand helplessly. Finally, he decided to chat with South to try to get him to relax. “I think your mommy's egg fried rice was very delicious.” South's eyes sparkled enthusiastically, and he looked very proud when he said, “T know, right? That's my mommy after all! Her tomatoes with eggs are superb too.” Silas chuckled softly. “In that case, is my cooking or your mommy's cooking better?” “My mommy's, of course!” South answered without missing a beat. Silas pouted. “Don’t you need to think it through? You don’t seem professional at all.” South weighed his options seriously. “Mommy's cooking is still the best.” Silas burst out laughing in frustration. “Why?” South couldn't express himself accurately, and he merely explained, “That's because I can immediately tell if it's mommy's cooking, and that is why it's the best.”