The Woman From Hell novel (Wanda and Theo) novel Chapter 1547

"Mommy, do you want me to help?" Munchkin suddenly looked at the dishes on the table, and the delight shown in his eyes was like the look of a little wolf cub when it first saw a piece of lamb.

I began to fret. "Not for now. You go and play for a while. I'll call you when we get to the cooking part."

I gave a reassuring smile, but the truth was I knew I was going to be able to handle it at all.

I took stock of all the ingredients on the table, and there was no problem cooking a meal with them. I seemed to be missing a rolling pin for the pasta, so I had to go out and buy one.

As I thought about it, the milk in the fridge

was almost finished. I had better take Munchkin to the supermarket first.

"Munchkin, what kind of meatballs do you want to eat?" I asked casually as I arranged the ingredients.

Munchkin looked at the TV and replied without looking back, "Bolognese beef meatballs."

Fortunately, I had asked before leaving home.

There was no beef in the pile of ingredients. I remembered that I had heard that meatballs made with a pork and beef mixture tasted good, so I thought I would give it a try this time.

I made a mental note, packed everything up, then told Munchkin to get dressed.

"Mom, aren't there enough ingredients for you to make meatballs with?" Munchkin looked at me in surprise as I left the house.

"It's not enough to make you full." I pinched his nose. "There’s no beef in that pile of ingredients. Let's go buy some beef and some milk."

"Can I buy snacks, then?" The little guy’s eyes lit up.

When we passed by the supermarket, the little one got up from the backseat and lay on the window. "Mom, you're going the wrong way."

I glanced out the window. "Mommy's memory is not good. Let's go to the market first and buy the food there before coming back."

I thought the little guy would deflate and worry that I was lying to him, but I did not expect him to obediently sit back in his seat.

"So what Daddy said is true. After having a little baby, Mommy's memory really did become bad," he said in a milky voice but his words were so serious. I could not help but react a little.

"Who said I had a bad memory? I just..." I thought about it. If I told him that I always had a bad memory, I would be ridiculed by him even more.

"We have to get the more important things done first before dealing with the things that are not urgent or important, okay?"