Naturally, he heard something on TV. {We don't write, we're just web word porters.} -

I subconsciously looked at him, he put the plate on the table, saw that I had been looking at him, and asked, "Am I so handsome?" ”

He looked natural, and I got up from the mat and clapped my hands: "Narcissistic." ”

"Come and taste it." He nodded his chin and beckoned me over.

"Don't just eat what you made and go straight to the hospital, right?" That being said, I still clipped a piece.

Ye Jingchong watched me chew slowly and said, "It's not bad, I know that my cooking skills are still good." ”

"Well, that's good." I bit down expressionlessly, "Would you like a piece?" ”

"Okay."

Ye Jingchong sat down and picked up the chopsticks. Although the color of the egg is not very pretty, it is full of aroma, and he thinks it should not be much worse. Stuffed into my mouth, I watched Ye Jingchong squint and bite, with an expression of "Why is it so delicious...... the next sentence.

I put down my chopsticks, put my elbows on the table, and asked curiously, "Didn't you eat anything special?" ”

"No," Ye Jingchong replied, and with a click of the next mouthful, he stopped dumbfounded, and quickly pulled a tissue from the side and spit out all the contents in his mouth.

"Didn't you get it?" Ye Jingchong asked me, and I nodded.

"The first bite is an eggshell, which is very crisp, as if I am chewing cement," my eyes narrowed when I smiled, "Ye Jingchong, if I let you cook next time, I will be a pig." ”

"Don't, don't. There is no mistake, where does the final success come from? Wait, I'll be able to cook the taste of a top chef. He looked like he had admitted his mistake, took the plate and went to the kitchen.

"Don't eat it, in case something really goes wrong."

He muttered, and glanced at the masterpiece on the plate again, as if he was a little disgusted.

At this moment, I heard a noise in the room and shouted 'Allen', and Allen agreed, dragging a pair of shoes out of the room.

He was wearing cute pajamas, his hair was a little messy, and he looked very cute.

"Allen, have you washed your face?"

Allen seemed to be woken up, with a sleepy look on his face, yawned, and asked softly, "Mommy, where's my breakfast?" ”

When I heard him say that, I knew he was done.

Allen has a little cleanliness habit, you must rinse your mouth before breakfast, and things must be neatly arranged.

"Mommy will bring you something to eat." I watched Allen sit in a chair and walk to the kitchen to get toast and milk.

Ye Jingchong was still tinkering in the kitchen, I walked in and whispered, "Allen is up." ”

"Oh," Ye Jingchong's reaction slowed down, he paused for a few seconds, and suddenly became a little flustered, and asked, "Am I just going out to see Allen?" ”

"Oh." I learned him to say, "Are you just going out to see Allen?" ”

I looked him up and down: he had the same untidy hair as Allen, he still wore last night's casual clothes, and he had a pair of men's slippers on his feet, which he had brought with him.

Ye Jingchong was nervously pacing around in the kitchen, and a tall moving object stood in the already small space, which suddenly became smaller.

"Don't shake it anymore!" I took toast and two bottles of milk, and Ye Jingchong saw the things in my hand as if he saw a savior, so he immediately took them.

"I'll take this out." He smiled at me, the corners of his mouth unnatural.

I knew what he was worried about. It's one thing to play with Allen, but it's another thing to have breakfast with Allen at their house like this.

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