At seven o'clock in the morning, the man got up early, cleaned up, and went to the kitchen to start preparing breakfast for two.

He prefers the traditional porridge and cakes of the port city rather than the coffee bread that Westerners prefer.

Because, his mother used to like to eat these the most, so even he and his father slowly developed such a habit.

Di Hanzhe skillfully manipulated the size of the fire, stirring the bottom of the pot to prevent the porridge from becoming mushy due to the fire.

The purple rice barley in the pot is constantly tumbling, and the barley is boiled and bloomed, and the color is excellent with the purple rice, which looks like a wonderful visual feast.

Di Hanzhe opened the refrigerator, took out the eggs and flour inside, and prepared to fry a few golden omelets.

In the past, his mother used to make these breakfasts for him and his father, and the more he saw them, the more he did.

In a few moments, the porridge and omelet were ready.

Putting the cake in the incubator, Dihanzhe took off his apron and turned into the bathroom.

After taking a simple shower and completely getting rid of the smell of oil smoke on his body, he went into the bedroom.

At this time, the little man in the bed was still sleeping soundly.

The futon had already been kicked to her feet, and she was holding a pillow in her arms.

The hem of her pajamas was also lifted to her waist, revealing a suspicious pink.

Di Hanzhe's pupils crossed a different color, suppressing the fluctuations in his heart, and then nudged her to wake her up.

Knowing that she was a little angry when she got up, he deliberately softened his voice and called her softly.

This time, it was good, Mu Mumu didn't stay in bed, and after opening her worried eyes and being slightly stunned for a while, she got up obediently.

After washing, I put on light makeup and went to the living room.

When she came out, Di Hanzhe was watching TV, which was playing as if it was the scene of her press conference yesterday.

Mu Mumu watched TV, the part about her adoptive parents had been cut out, and she jumped directly to her singing.

Her singing was playing in her ears, but she didn't care, and walked straight to the table.

When she saw the breakfast on the table, Mu Mumu was stunned, and looked at the man in doubt, "You made all this?"

"Well, I made it, the purple rice barley porridge is very nourishing to the stomach, and it has been served to you. ”

Di Hanzhe said enthusiastically, took her hand and sat beside him, and personally sandwiched a piece of egg cake and put it on her plate.

"How about a quick taste!"

Looking at the porridge with excellent color in the bowl, as well as the golden cakes fried on both sides on the plate, just smelling this tempting taste, Mu Mumu felt that his appetite was great.

I really didn't expect him to be able to cook!

She picked up the spoon and scooped a mouthful of porridge into her mouth.

The sweet taste immediately rushes to the taste buds, but it is not too greasy, and the soft barley is still chewy.

Sensing someone's gaze above her head, she held out her thumbs, "Delicious!"

It was delicious, better than all the porridge she had ever drunk!

Hearing her praise, Di Hanzhe was in a good mood and gave her a piece of egg cake as a reward.

He can trust his cooking skills, but not anyone's praise can make him happy.

Mu Mumu picked up the cake with chopsticks, and the cake had been cut into small pieces, so it didn't take much effort to eat, and it wouldn't get contaminated on his mouth.

As she chewed the bread in her mouth, her eyes lit up.

It's so fragrant!

Looking at the golden cakes on the plate, Mu Mumu ate several pieces in a row, and drank a whole bowl of porridge before she put down her chopsticks.

Rubbing his full stomach, "I really didn't expect that the cooking skills of the president of the dignified Shangshi Group would be so good!"