Ye Suxue stood in place for a long time without moving, and the picture in her mind was fixed on the startling glimpse when the man turned around. _ Yavin_ bar > =-'.-y-a-·

The contours of his face are impeccably perfect, with angular lines and thin lips that are slightly pursed.

The morning light was very good, and his whole body was shrouded in the faint light of the morning sun. Even if it's just such a simple expression and a sentence, it can make people feel so vivid.

"Mother, mother, what's wrong with you?"

It wasn't until Ye Zechuan called her several times in a row that she came back to her senses. Looking down at her son standing in front of her, her eyes flashed slightly, and she replied with a different face: "I'm fine, let's go, let's go have breakfast." ”

The mother and son sat in the kitchen and put two bowls of porridge in the purple casserole on the table. > Yawen Bar_ ·''.'y·a==e=n=Ye Suxue picked up the porcelain spoon and tasted it gently.

The rice porridge is soft but not rotten, full of umami, and can't help but make people's appetite move.

"Mother, Uncle Yin's porridge tastes so good." Although Ye Zechuan has been living in a square inch of the backyard since he was a child, the food and clothing are carefully prepared by Ye Suxue, and his mouth is relatively picky, and now he is so unsparing in his praise, which is enough to see how brilliant Yin Mochen's cooking skills are.

As the saying goes: If you want to capture a man's heart, you must first grasp a man's stomach.

In fact, the reverse of this sentence also applies to women. Yavin 8 ·=·. =

The pot of porridge left by Yin Mochen, Ye Suxue only took a sip, and she had already completely fallen in love with this taste.

Warm, wrapped in infinite love.

She couldn't help but think, if Ye Mingjin hadn't had that accident back then, would she and Xiaochuan have been so happy?

However, she thought hard for a long time, but she couldn't come up with a result.

Not to mention that Ye Mingjin has great ambitions since he was a child, he has always thought that a gentleman should stay away from cooking, how can he have this kind of blessing?

Ye Suxue thought so, and the corners of her lips couldn't help but float a slick smile.

"Mother, what are you thinking?" Ye Zechuan saw that she was wandering, and her childish face showed a worried look.

Ye Suxue gently stirred the seafood porridge in the boiling soup, and was silent for a while before replying, "I'm thinking about your father." ”

This was the first time he had heard his mother take the initiative to hear his father mention, and the porcelain spoon in Ye Zechuan's hand lit up. He put down the porridge bowl in his hand, and his eyes were full of expectation: "Mother, father, he...... What kind of person is he? What does he look like? Isn't it like me? ”

He asked several questions in a row, his long eyelashes fluttering, carefully holding back the excitement in his heart.

At this time, he finally showed the expression that a seven-year-old child should have.

However, his words stopped Ye Suxue.

She remembered that she and Ye Mingjin fell in love at first sight, he was an exceptionally good existence among his peers, and at that time, she felt that as long as she looked at him from afar, she would be so happy.

At that time, she obviously loved him hopelessly, but now when her son asked her what Ye Mingjin looked like, she couldn't remember it at all.

She raised her eyes to meet Ye Zechuan's gaze and looked at his little face quietly.

However, at the age of seven, he has already begun to show his stunning appearance. Especially the tear mole under the corner of her left eye, which is exactly the same as hers, even if her face is cold, it can be her own style.

The son completely inherited her appearance, and he did not look like Ye Mingjin.