"You mean, you have been cooking porridge abroad for ten years?" Ye Xici was completely drunk.

He suddenly understood why Ye Zechuan alone was able to support the Knight Magic Group and run it so successfully.

A person who is so busy can still find time to do something as trivial and troublesome as cooking porridge by himself every day, and he has been doing it for ten years. As long as such a person thinks about it, there is probably nothing he can't accomplish.

Looking at the boy who turned off the purple clay pot and started serving porridge, Ye Xici felt that he seemed to admire him a little.

"Brother Xixi, don't just stand there, come and help with the bowls!" While they were talking, Ye Huairan had already washed the spoons and chopsticks.

"Usually when dad is cooking porridge, I've never seen you so active." Seeing how diligently he helped Ye Zechuan, Ye Xici shook his head and smacked his lips, "Sure enough, you're not a female college student!"

Ye Huairan's cheeks heated up when he said this, and she glared at him and threatened: "Brother Xixi, if you keep talking nonsense, I won't give you breakfast!"

"You didn't make breakfast, you have no right to deny it to me." Ye Xici shrugged, walked around her and took the porridge bowl from Ye Zechuan, and when he walked out of the kitchen, he turned around and made a provocative face at her.

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"Humph! Brother Xixi is the worst!" Ye Huairan stamped his feet and took a porridge bowl out.

Ye Zechuan filled the last two bowls of porridge and brought them to the table on a tray along with the side dishes. He said to them humbly: "Try it and see. It's definitely not as delicious as Uncle Yin's. Let's make do with this meal."

As soon as Ye Dongyu entered the dining table, he sat at the table leisurely. When breakfast was served, he was not polite, took a bowl of porridge, blew it cold and took a bite.

"How is it?" Seeing that there was no expression on his handsome face, Ye Zechuan frowned slightly and asked anxiously, "Do you think it doesn't taste good?"

He has eaten this beef porridge by himself for ten years, and even if he is not tired of it, he cannot taste whether it tastes good or bad. Today is the first time he has made porridge for someone other than himself!

"It tastes good." Ye Dongyu put down the spoon in his hand, slowly raised the corners of his lips, and said in a long tone, "But -"

"But what?" Ye Huairan and Ye Xici knew that Dongdong would not express his opinions easily. If he did, he would be highly likely to be criticized. The 'not bad' mentioned above was just a foreshadowing.

"However, I say it doesn't matter whether it's good or bad." Ye Dongyu glanced at the girl sitting opposite him, and then said meaningfully to Ye Zechuan, "What you actually want to know is what do you think of the porridge, right?"

Among the three bad brother and sister, Dongdong is more precocious. He has been like a little adult since he was a child. He also speaks in a serious and old-fashioned manner. He rarely makes jokes like he does now.

Although Ye Zechuan is one year older than the three of them, he is not as deep-minded as Ye Dongyu and not as smooth as Ye Xici in terms of city affairs.

In addition, he has never been in love, so taking the initiative to make breakfast today is not only a habit, but also out of bad habits. He knows her taste, so he worked hard to learn how to cook porridge from Yin Mochen.

At this time, Dongdong asked so directly, Ye Zechuan subconsciously glanced at Bad, but who knew that she was also looking towards him. As a result, the eyes of the two people collided in mid-air without any expectation.

together.
Chapter completed!