Triplets’ Mighty Mom Novel novel Chapter 435

Chapter 435 Love Both the Good and the Bad

I was tricked into visiting my future mother-in-law. And now, we’ve turned into a small family! Please, our relationship isn’t progressing that quickly! Ellen looked over to South, who had been playing with the little orange cat. Then, she smiled warmly. “My dear grandson, what is your name? Come here and let me hug

you.”

“Grandma, my name is South Brooklyn.” Her smile widened. “Oh, my. Come here, South. Let me hold you.” Thus, he walked over. Naturally, he didn’t put his entire weight on her. Instead, he symbolically embraced her. “My grandson is so handsome! You look just like your daddy when he was younger!” Camila found herself speechless. This mother-in-law of mine is really going overboard with her compliments! How can my son possibly take after her son?! “Grandma, don’t you think I look like you too?” Ellen was beside herself with joy upon hearing those words. “Haha… you’re right! You look like me too!” On the other hand, Camila stared at South speechlessly. Look at how hard that little b*stard is trying! When he starts sweet-talking somebody, he will sweet-talk them without reservation as long as he can get away with it! I can still barely accept hearing the words ‘like your daddy’. To be honest, I find that Silas and that bratty son of mine are inexplicably similar sometimes even though I can’t tell exactly how they’re alike. It’s probably the influence they have on each other after living together for a long time. Don’t they say a couple starts resembling each other after living together for a long while? Perhaps it works for fathers and sons too. Still, what the hell does he mean by he looks like his grandma too?! Hugging the little guy, Ellen asked, “What do you want to eat for dinner? I’ll make it for you.”

South mulled over it briefly then said, “I want to eat spicy crayfish!” She replied, “Sure! That’s one of my specialty dishes!” Then, she stood up. “Camila, do you have anything you want to eat?” Camila thought to herself, A person who can’t cook doesn’t have the right to be picky. “I’m good with anything.” “Okay then. Why don’t the two of you wait here while I prepare dinner for you!” Ellen said as she headed into the kitchen. However, Camila suddenly panicked for some reason. What should I do? I’m the girlfriend of her son! It’ll be bad if I don’t help her out in the kitchen, right? But, I really can’t cook! Sh*t; why isn’t Silas back yet?! Thus, she was conflicted over whether she

should go over and make a fool of herself in the kitchen or just wait to eat once the food was ready. At worst, I’ll be labeled as rude for not doing anything anyway. To her surprise, South walked into the kitchen and tugged at Ellen’s clothes with his small hands. Widening his large, black eyes, he asked, “Grandma, can Mommy bring me outside to look around?” Ellen smilingly replied, “Sure. Go on then. Don’t go too far, alright?” When Camila heard those words, she was so touched that she nearly shed tears. After that, she stood up and walked outside with the little guy. Stroking his head, she asked, “Son, why did you suddenly think of asking me to come outside with you?” South had a speechless look on his face. “It’s not like you can just wait around idly for the food to be ready. However, if you went into the kitchen, you’d make a fool of yourself because you can’t cook. What else would you do if you don’t come outside?” At first, she thought her son was being considerate of her. Unfortunately, his words made her feel as if her self-esteem had taken a beating. “Sigh. It’s not like I can’t cook at all, okay? Didn’t you say that the food I cook is delicious? How can you change your mind so quickly, you hypocrite?!” He retorted, “Mommy, not everybody can appreciate your cooking. Uncle Silas and I consider your cooking delicious because we love everything about you-both the good and the bad!” She was not convinced by his explanation. “Who said that? Didn’t Brian say that it was delicious too? He finished my pickles in soy sauce as well as my sesame noodles!” He stopped in his tracks; his gaze was cold as he looked at her. “Why don’t we go back then? You can go and help out in the kitchen.” Camila said nothing. Is he trying to threaten me? “You don’t even consider yourself an outsider, do you? How can you call her ‘Grandma’ so familiarly?” South looked at her. “If I don’t call her ‘Grandma’, am I supposed to call her ‘Mrs. Nolan’ like you?”