After sleeping for less than five hours one night, Tong Yao went downstairs and appeared in front of the breakfast table with a pair of thick dark circles under his eyes.
At this time, grandpa had already finished his meal and went out for morning exercise. Aunt Ruan never had breakfast. Only Qin Qiaotian was still sitting at the table, poking poached eggs with a fork in boredom...
Seeing the rebellious Qin Qiaotian, Tong Yao's little face instantly twisted, and there were countless voices in his heart reminding him——
Ointment! Ointment! Ointment…
Tong Yao clenched his fist little by little, and finally with a "ping" sound, he fiercely picked up the fork next to him and inserted it into the bottom of the bowl. He got some relief from the crisp sound of the porcelain clashing.
He glared at Qin Qiaotian fiercely: He should be lucky that the greeting just now was not directed at his face!
When he heard the sound, Qin Qiaotian, who was sitting opposite, was stunned and looked in her direction at a loss. When she glared at her again, he shouted angrily: "What are you doing?
"
So early in the morning!
He didn't say anything to her today!
"...Why not?" After taking a deep breath, Tong Yao decided to endure it, hummed without a smile, and started eating his breakfast.
She can't argue with Qin Qiaotian!
Because once the quarrel breaks out, it will definitely be endless. In the end, it is her own time that will be affected.
"Why are you glaring at me if you don't do it?" Qin Qiao refused, imitating her imitating her imitation and struck the bottom of the bowl a few times, "It also affects my mood when eating!"
He had actually finished eating long ago, but because she hadn't come downstairs yet, he had been poking the poached eggs here for twenty minutes...
He was already a little irritable waiting, but when she glared like this, he immediately became angry!
"What are you yelling for?" A low-spirited roar came from the door. Qin Yaomin, who had just returned from morning exercise, was dressed in sportswear and still maintained his majestic paternal demeanor.
He stood at the door with an unhappy look on his face and glared at Qin Qiaotian from a distance: "What else do you need to be in the mood to eat?"
"Grandpa..." Qin Qiaotian was frustrated and let out a muffled cry. Then he sat down knowingly. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the tall figure walking down the stairs and murmured coolly: "
My uncle is here..."
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