With just a little turn, the bowl will definitely fall into pieces.

Xia Feng reminded: "Xiaoyu, put the bowl in."

As the saying goes, Xia Xiaoyu, who heard the reminder, subconsciously turned her head to look.

As a result, the five washed dishes were pushed out of the stove with my elbow, and the bowls were poured down in a free-fall manner.

Xia Feng hurriedly took two steps and stretched out his hands to try to pick up the bowl.

Unfortunately, it was still late, and the bowl had an intimate contact with the hard cement floor.

"Bang--"

"Ba"

"Click--"

"Ah--" Xia Xiaoyu screamed in shock.

"What's wrong?" Xia Dongping and Zhou Yumei in the living room stood up and walked over after hearing the sound.

Xia Feng looked at the bowl that had been smashed on the ground and couldn't help but slap his forehead.

It seems that Xia Xiaoyu can't escape after a fight today.

At the same time, he also vaguely blamed himself. If he hadn't reminded him, the bowl would not have broken.

He subconsciously thought in his heart that if time could be returned, he would never make a sound reminder.

Just as Xia Feng was thinking about "rewinding back", suddenly, he felt the whole world spinning, and a strong sense of discomfort came, which almost made him fall to the ground.

The next second, Xia Feng suddenly realized that he had returned a minute ago, and was wiping the table with a rag in his hand.

In the living room, Zhou Yumei had just turned on the TV and was playing the second part of the Mission Princess.

The old man Xia Dongping just sat down and let out a comfortable sigh in his mouth, and his right hand touched the cigarette in his pants pocket.
Chapter completed!