"Well, that's her!" Ling Jie pursed his lips and smiled, busy with his beef noodles. I have made up my mind that she should be the right person.

In less than a while, Ling Jie made the beef noodles. As soon as the steaming noodles were served on the table, Xia Bing walked out in a nightdress. Glancing at the three bowls of noodles on the table, Xia Bing was stunned. This kid is too lazy, right? This is the meal he just cooked for himself.

"Ling Jie, this is what you cook?" Xia Bing came to Ling Jie and looked at Ling Jie with a look of surprise, a hint of displeasure flashed on his face.

"Hehe, this, you don't know! This is an authentic Ling's beef noodle, and the taste will definitely make you want to eat it. Come, wife, you can taste it first! If you don't think it's tasty, I'll eat all three bowls later. Ling Jie pulled Xia Bing to sit on the chair and handed a pair of black wooden chopsticks to Xia Bing.

"Wife, you eat first, I'll call Xiaomeng out, what are these children busy with?" Ling Jie smiled and walked into Xiaomeng's small room. It's dinner time, why hasn't this little girl come out yet, what are she busy with?

"Poof!" Ling Jie's words just now made Xia Bing couldn't help but want to laugh out loud. Especially Ling's beef noodles, these words made Xia Bing really want to slap him twice. This kid is always so narcissistic. With his cooking skills, he still wants to make Ling's beef noodles, which is simply a fool's dream. Glancing at Ling Jie's charming back, Xia Bing pinched his chopsticks and picked up the noodles and ate them. As soon as the first bite of noodles was put into his mouth, Xia Bing was stunned. Unexpectedly, the noodles made by this kid are really delicious. It seems that Ling Jie didn't say anything big just now.

"Dear little Mengmeng, what are you doing?" As soon as Ling Jie came to the study, he saw Xia Meng drawing something on a desk. What is this little girl doing?

"Ah, Dad, how did you get in. It's not polite at all, how don't you knock on the door, hate! Xia Meng was stunned, and stuffed the drawing paper on the table behind his back in a panic.

I thought to myself, I must not let my father know about this matter. Otherwise, there is no mystery. She was just painting, and she wanted to draw Ling Jie and Xia Bing together. This is the birthday gift that Xia Meng told Ling Jie yesterday. However, these Ling Jie do not know yet. Who knows, what this little girl has in her head.

"Xiaomeng, what is in your hand, can you show it to Dad?" Ling Jie came to Xiao Meng, and wanted to grab the drawing in Xiao Meng's hand.

"Hmph, I won't show you." Xia Meng glared at Ling Jie fiercely, and said with a depressed face: "Dad, if you dare to come over and grab it, I will cry to you." As he spoke, Xia Meng was ready to touch the little eyeballs with her pink fingertips.

I was about to cry. At this time, Ling Jie hurriedly smiled and said, "Okay, can't Dad not rob it." Good, let's go out to eat. For this little girl, Ling Jie could only be speechless. He believed that when Xiaomeng really cried, Xia Bing would rush in as soon as possible and beat himself up. Thinking of this, Ling Jie didn't want to say anything more. He wasn't afraid of his wife, he just didn't want her to be angry.

"Hee-hee!" Xia Meng smiled and hid the unfinished drawing paper into the ladder. also followed, bouncing into the study.

"Wife, what is Xia Xue doing these days, why don't you always go home for dinner?"