Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance
Chapter 799

Hansen immediately took the elevator downstairs, barely using his cane as he walked briskly. "Chicken wings? Boneless wings or spicy wings?" he asked.

Mia pulled out a pair of gloves, "You've got quite the taste, Dad, but none of those. They're barbecue chicken wings."

"I haven't tried those, let me have a taste." Hansen sat on the couch and slipped on the gloves, ready to dig in.

Soon after, Naomi arrived fashionably late. "Did Leo just bring you those?"

"Naomi, how did you know?" Mia passed her a glove.

Naomi replied, "I was chatting with Leo yesterday. He mentioned you hurt your hand fighting over Henry. He asked me a few questions, and I figured he'd definitely come check on you today." Naomi had thought it would be after work in the afternoon, but Leo had made time to come by at noon.

Mia was smiling happily, glad for the friends she had made.

Henry sat in his car seat, watching his family have a feast in front of him!

"Ah ah~"

He became impatient, his toy suddenly unappealing, thrown to the ground as he slapped the front of his car seat, excitedly trying to stand up and join in.

Seeing his mom sucking on chicken wings, Henry visibly gulped down his saliva. "Mmm-wowow"

Hansen, annoyed by the noise, pointed at the butler, "Take him to the side, back facing us."

The butler moved the baby chair.

But Henry wasn't easily fooled anymore, turning his head left and right, watching the three eat.

His drool dripped directly onto the floor tiles.

Mia commented, "Look how my son's drooling."

Soon after, the servant brought over sliced watermelon, which caught Henry's gaze. He followed it with his eyes, swallowing saliva, drooling all the while. "Wuwu, mmmwuwu" Seeing everyone else eat and not being allowed to join, baby Henry started to cry.

His face turned red.

Mia stood up, went to the kitchen, and picked a watermelon that wasn't refrigerated. She told the servant, "Cut it in half."

Before long, she came out holding a smaller half of the watermelon, standing in front of her excited son, whose little hands reached up over his head. Mia placed it in front of him.

Turning him around to face the three of them once more.

Now Henry had a watermelon too, but for some reason, it wasn't the same as his mom's.

Henry bent down, directly biting into the flesh, his little hands grabbing, then stuffing his mouth.

"Mia, is it okay for him to eat watermelon?" Naomi asked worriedly.

Mia shook her head, "It's fine, it's seedless. He'll just have a few bites, then I won't let him eat anymore. Let's enjoy ours."

Hansen brought up the topic of hiring a nanny to take care of his grandson, asking for Mia's opinion.

Mia bit into a slice of watermelon, "If it's not a relative, I don't feel safe with anyone else taking care of my son."

Naomi added, "You can't rely entirely on a nanny. Didn't you see the news recently about a nanny who was careless with the child she was looking after? Better safe than sorry. With so many of us in the family, no one will love the child more than his own parents and grandparents."

Hansen said, "It's just that I worry about Mia. You all complain I'm too old to help, afraid I'll overexert myself. Naomi helping out is enough; it's not like a mother-in-law can be there to take care of the child every day."

Naomi shared, "When we had Leo and Molly, we hired a nanny in advance, but ended up doing everything ourselves. My husband can get up four or five times a night."

Hearing this, Hansen nodded approvingly, "Hmm~not bad, Bruce has inherited my excellent qualities."

Mia also complimented her husband, "Dad, your second son is not bad either. He's a bit strict, but when it comes to me and Henry, he's beyond reproach."

Hansen nodded in satisfaction, "Not bad, my sons have inherited all my good traits, excluding Molly."

The sisters-in-law laughed together.

Henry continued to struggle with the half watermelon, juice staining his clothes, still drooling, his entire face buried in the fruit, licking with his tongue, biting, scrabbling with his hands, and shoving it into his mouth. "Mia, what were you doing going out every day last week?"

Mia replied, "I can't always stay at home with him, so I went out for walks. Also, I was scouting schools for Henry in advance." Naomi exclaimed, "Isn't that a bit early?"

Mia smiled, "Not really, time flies. In a few years, if I decide to pursue further studies, Andre might have to support two students."

"Mia, are you considering further studies?" Hansen felt proud at the prospect of his family achieving more.

Mia pondered and said, "Let's see, Dad. It's an option, but I want to discuss it with my husband. He probably wants me to continue studying, but I'm afraid it won't work out. I'm not diligent enough, and with a child to take care of, seeing Molly and Leo working, I feel a certain anxiety, even though I can control it, sometimes my thoughts wander."

Mia was honest with her family, sharing her true feelings.

Naomi and Hansen loved her even more for it, "It's normal. When everyone around you is doing something and you're doing something different, it influences you. Everyone has a bit of a herd mentality, but Dad believes you can keep a cool head." Naomi also said, "You're different from them; you're younger, a mother, with Henry to take care of, and you do everything yourself. It's natural you'd take a different path."

Mia nodded, "Dad, Naomi, I've thought it through. Besides, I have a smart and wise husband to guide me. Don't worry about me."

Naomi and Hansen laughed, and the conversation naturally shifted to household matters.

They praised Molly's virtues and discussed Leo's strengths, even bringing up little Anya, making everyone nostalgic.

They even mentioned distant relatives, with Naomi reminding, "Dad, my aunt's grandson is taking his college entrance exams this year. Regardless of his results, he's starting college in September. We should prepare a gift for him, my aunt only has this one grandson." After enjoying the chicken wings, Hansen put down his gloves and picked up a slice of cold watermelon to cleanse his palate, "Alright, you and Mia decide how much to give. Prepare the gift in advance, replace out when the acceptance letter arrives, and we'll all go together." Mia asked curiously, "Naomi, which aunt's family is this?"

Naomi explained, "You were still new to the family, a bit young and didn't remember everything. She's the one who visited your hospital room the day after you gave birth to Henry, bringing a gold gourd as a gift."

At that, Mia remembered. Hansen chimed in teasingly, "Mia, you might forget everything else, but mention anything about money, and she has a memory like a steel trap."

Mia retorted, "Dad, when I was born, the fortune teller said I had an abundance of 'Metal' in my element, suggesting I'd bring prosperity to my spouse and strengthen the family estate. Now, tell me, did you or did you not check our horoscopes to ensure I'd bring fortune to our house and that mine matched perfectly with Andre's? You're the most superstitious person I know."

Hansen, puffing up in indignation, mumbled, "Me, superstitious? Never."

To align with your request, I have made adjustments to the text, replacing Chinese-specific elements with more general or Western equivalents while maintaining the essence of the conversation. This version should resonate well with readers familiar with Western contexts.