Chapter 431 - Lunch

"William! Since when did Papa teach you that, huh?"

Hearing William's unreasonable answer made Oscar quickly defend himself. As he recalled, he had never taught his son to flirt like that before! It would make more sense if William was a teenager but for heaven sake his son was still a child!

Without wasting any more time, the man stood up as he was afraid of what Lisa would say next. He smoothed his cloth pants while carrying a plate of biscuit crumbs.

"Let's go home. The event is over, right, William?"

William nodded his head and grabbed Lisa's hand. "Mom, let's go home with us! I still miss you, Mama…"

Lisa wanted to call an online taxi to take her home. She wanted to enjoy her free day in her room and maybe watch a movie that just came out last week. But hearing her baby's pleas, her heart was moved.

"Yes, I will come home with my favorite child!"

After saying goodbye to some of the teachers and taking the boy's school bag, the three of them went into Oscar's car. Like a personal driver, the man sat behind the wheel while Lisa and their child sat in the back seat. 

At first, William struggled and almost cried when he wanted to be seated in his own chair. With his welded eyes and pursed lips, the boy asked to sit on Lisa's lap. As she didn't want to make him cry, Lisa quickly agreed to her son's request.

After all, she still misses her only child. It had been a long time since she had seen or spoken to William.

"What do you want to eat tonight? While we're already together, we'd better have dinner together." Oscar said. The man tried to break the silence in the car.

"I'm not hungry. Just take me home. Besides, I still have a lot of work to do." Lisa replied as she couldn't stop caressing her son's hair.

'Work, what kind of work I'll do huh? I just want to lie in bed while watching a movie! I guess I'll just cook fried noodles for dinner later,' Lisa said in her heart.

She thought that her son was already asleep. Because ever since they sat in the car, William didn't move or make a sound. That's why she didn't refer to herself as 'Mama' and answered Oscar's question in a cold tone.

How shocked Lisa was when she saw William looked up and showed a face filled with sadness.

"Why don't you want to eat with William? It's been a long time since we ate together. I also still want to spend more time with Mama…"

Hearing her son's answer that was filled with anxiety made the wall she painstakingly built around her crumble. The woman then frowned, thinking for a moment.

"Alright, I want to have dinner with William. Mama also still wants to spend more time with you, honey!"

"Hurray! Mama wants to eat with William!" William shouted excitedly. His drowsiness was instantly replaced by the excitement that grew in his chest. He saw his father's face in the rearview mirror and secretly stuck out his tongue, as if to mock Oscar!

Oscar could only shake his head slowly as he saw his son's actions. His suspicion that William was not his son is getting bigger and bigger! 

Indeed, they may have some similarities in terms of face or even attitude. But Oscar was still surprised by what William did or what the boy said. 

'William's mischief and naughtiness must have come from Lisa,' Oscar thought to himself as he took a detour.

The restaurant he chose was a simple restaurant that wasn't too fancy. Usually, he came to wrap up some side dishes when there was no cooking for him and William at home. He visited so many times that he came to know the owner of the restaurant very well.

Not long after the little family sat down, a middle-aged woman walked towards their table carrying a menu book. The woman seemed enthusiastic to meet Oscar and asked why he had not stopped by and bought a side dish for William for a while.

She put the menu book in front of William, "And this must be William, Oscar's favorite son!"

"Auntie, I have told you many times to call me directly by my name. There's no need to be formal!"

"Hus, don't protest too much, young man! Let me call you the way I want!"

William's cheeks that were already chubby were now even more chubby because he was busy chewing the boiled peanuts on every table. Every now and then he opens his mouth and waits until his mother feeds him the boiled peanuts.

"Well, William, if you are ready to order or if the food auntie cooks is not good, you can call me right away, okay?" 

Even though the middle-aged woman looked naturally old, she still looked healthy. Her gray hair and the wrinkles on her face were the only reminders of her age. But judging by her upright posture and manner of speech, the woman looked young.

"Thank you, Auntie. But William is sure Auntie's cooking will be much better than Papa's!" 

Oscar's eyes immediately fell on his son's face who was looking at him beamingly. He was so shocked that he couldn't find the right words to answer him.

At the same time, Lisa looked at the man sitting across from her in disbelief. That man cooked for William? Had he lost his mind?

If it's true that Oscar has been cooking for William all this time, Lisa will send her cooking or buy food for her son starting tomorrow! She won't want William to be sent to the hospital just because of her ex-husband's horrible cooking!

Their minds seemed to be connected, Oscar immediately remembered the charred dish he once served to Lisa. His face turned even redder when he felt the woman sitting across from him giving him a sharp look.

Oscar straightened his seat and closed the menu book, clearing his throat. "WIlliam, hurry up and order your food now. Don't talk too much."

Instead of obeying his father, William continued to tease him. For some reason, seeing his father speechless and not knowing what to do made him happy.

"I don't have to worry about auntie's cooking not being good! Papa used to cook me fried rice but—"

"That's enough. William, Papa said hurry up and order your food now!" Oscar said hastily. 

The man's face was getting redder, to the point that Lisa was afraid that his face might explode with heat. She also felt sorry for Oscar and helped William order the food the boy wanted.

After they managed to order their food, the middle-aged woman spoke again.

"And who is the beautiful woman sitting next to William? Hmm, this is the first time I've seen her eat here."

William volunteered himself to answer the middle-aged woman's question. With a beaming face and puffy cheeks, the boy hugged his mother's arms.

"She's my mother, and I'm her child! Isn't my mother beautiful?"