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Tong Zhao played a five-bird play and took a shower every day, only to feel that the fatigue of last night was swept away in an instant. Since that car accident, Tong Zhao's five-bird play has left a breath of qi in his dantian, but this qi has never moved, as if he was dead.

But this qi is beneficial and harmless, and Tong Zhao didn't care too much.

It may be that Tong Zhao bought a lot of cooking machines in the kitchen because of Tong Wenwen's reasons before, but before he could cook Tong Wenwen once, Tong Zhao from another world occupied his body.

Clenched his fists, Tong Zhao took out a recipe and looked at it carefully. Because of Tong Wenwen's family living in the family, Tong Zhao also went to buy vegetables and put them in the refrigerator for cooking every time, and at this time he took out an old lotus root from the refrigerator. Then put it in the vegetable washing basin and wash the lotus root thoroughly with cold water with a brush.

Even the filth in the holes of the lotus root was washed away by Tong Zhao with a brush and water. Then he prepared a small half of the water, holding a kitchen knife in his hand and wearing an apron, considering that he was a father, no matter how much Tong Zhao hated doing these things before, he was at ease doing it now.

As for the child Wenwen in his own family, if that demon can cook, I am afraid that the sow will be able to go up the tree to find the bird to fall in love.

Tong Zhao's knife work is not very good, but because of his carefulness, he cut the lotus root into pieces and threw it directly into the water he prepared. Then Tong Zhao turned on the cooking machine and poured the already cut lotus root pieces into it, along with the small pot of water.

Clicking on the vegetable juice mode, Tong Zhao clapped his hands gently. Tong Zhao took out another pot and put it on the natural gas stove. After a little bit of the machine's movement, the lotus root juice inside was poured into the pot, and the lotus root juice in the pot was stirred continuously on medium heat.

Tong Zhao took the trouble to stir, because this was made for his precious daughter, how could the food cooked for his daughter be unpalatable?

And thinking that Tong Bao'er stayed in her home last night, Tong Wenwen, a guy who is very easy to elbow out, just couldn't resist Tong Bao'er's temptation and went to her room. Leaving Tong Zhao alone in the empty boudoir, this feeling of loneliness made Tong Zhao very uncomfortable.

Who called her my intimate little padded jacket?

Tong Zhao comforted himself.

With Tong Zhao's continuous stirring, the delicate lotus root juice is not thin in the pot, and it is not thick at the same time, everything looks just right, and the fragrance of the lotus root is also slowly coming from the pot.

After doing all this, Tong Zhao took out three small bowls from the cupboard, took a soup spoon and poured the osmanthus lotus root soup in the pot into the rice bowl.

Covering the rest of the lotus root, Tong Zhao brought the three small bowls to the table one by one, and at the same time set up the spoons and stools one by one.

After doing all this, Tong Zhao habitually looked at the clock in the room.

It's time to call Tong Wenwen a little lazy worm to get up.

Tong Zhao directly pushed open the door of Tong Bao'er's room, because the relationship between Tong Zhao and Tong Bao'er was very good, although the two of them got along with each other with a little contradiction.

The contradiction is not too big, it is the contradiction that Tong Baoer wants to eat Tong Zhao and Tong Zhao swears to die.

Pushing open the door, what came into view was a messy room, and Tong Zhao looked very distressed. Because this room was cleaned by Tong Zhao with a lot of effort, he walked forward quietly, and the first thing he saw was a fair-skinned long leg, and the clothes and pants scattered on the ground.

If it weren't for Tong Zhao who felt that he was the only man in this house, otherwise Tong Zhao would still think that there was a big battle here last night.

Sweeping her eyes, Tong Wenwen was wrapped in a quilt on the side, sleeping very sweetly. Tong Bao'er on the side has her hair scattered, her sleeping posture is very imperfect, her head is leaning against the corner of the bed next to the bedside table, the long eyelashes and delicate facial features make people have to sigh the greatness of the creator.

At the same time, the pajamas that Tong Baoer wore when she slept were also very exposed, and the soft flesh on her chest gave people the feeling that they wanted to hold it.

At this time, his mouth muttered slightly, and a pair of soft worms went to pull the quilt on the side, and even pulled the quilt wrapped around Tong Wenwen's body away.

Tong Zhao looked frightened, Tong Wenwen and Tong Bao'er slept all night and were able to cover the quilt, which is tantamount to great luck.

pinched Tong Wenwen's face, and Tong Wenwen opened her eyes sleepily.

"Little lazy worm, get up. Tong Zhao looked at Tong Wenwen's tired expression, obviously the crazy comparison with Tong Bao'er in the room last night caused him to not have a good night's rest.

"Daddy, I'm going to sleep for a while. Tong Wenwen said a delicate sentence, and her young body retracted into her bed like a swimming fish.

"No, I'm going to be late for class. Tong Zhao took Tong Wenwen out and said seriously.

Class is still oppressive for Tong Wenwen, but she is a little tired, stretching out her hands and closing her eyes and saying to Tong Zhao: "Dad, hug." ”

Tong Zhao looked at himself as such a cute little princess, so he naturally picked it up and brought it to the washing table.

The toothpaste has been squeezed, and the warm water Tong Zhao who washes his face has also prepared it for him one by one.

Although Tong Wenwen was very sleepy, she had to brush her teeth and wash her face very reluctantly because she wanted to study.

The little sloth worm has already screamed, but there is still a big sloth in the house.

Tong Zhao walked into Tong Bao'er's room again, and was surprised to find that she had already gotten up, her pajamas had fallen off, and she was wearing only a simple white shirt.

Shirt temptation, these four words instantly sounded from Tong Zhao's heart.

Tong Bao'er's legs were placed at random, and when she saw Tong Zhao come in, she stretched out her hands straight and said to him like Tong Wenwen: "Xiao Zhaozhao, I want to hug it too." ”

Tong Zhao looked stunned.

Why is this Tong Bao'er old, and her thoughts are still the same as Tong Wenwen's?

"Don't make a fuss. Tong Zhao pursed his lips.

"Alas, Xiao Zhaozhao has grown up, and with Wenwen, you don't want me, a poor treasure. Listening to Tong Zhao's words, Tong Bao'er's eyes rolled slightly, pretending to look pitiful, and at the same time, the corner of the shirt also slipped quietly, and the seductive collarbone was exposed.

It's just that Tong Bao'er has a hint of cunning at the corner of her mouth.

Tong Zhao generally has two ways of dealing with coquettish people.

One is to fall over the shoulder without hesitation for Song Chen's coquettishness.

One is the coquettishness of Tong Baoer and Tong Wenwen, and Tong Zhao's heart was instantly crisp.

recalled that all kinds of confrontations with Tong Baoer in the past ended with his soft-hearted admitting defeat, and Tong Zhao moved forward slowly.

Tong Baoer cooperated and directly hugged Tong Zhao's neck.

Tong Zhao reached out with both hands and hugged Tong Bao'er's soft and boneless body in his arms, and at the same time tolerated Tong Bao'er leaning his head on his shoulder.

Tong Bao'er's body is very soft, and her flesh is also very delicate.

It feels like an electric shock to the touch.

"Is it easy to touch?" Tong Bao'er said to Tong Zhao like a devil.

"It's fine. Tong Zhao replied straightforwardly, his face slightly blushing.

caused the latter to laugh without a conscience.