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The two were chatting, and Lu Zi'an suddenly turned around and pushed the door out.

Lu Zi'an walked out of the kitchen with a tray with a few bowls of noodles.

"Breakfast is ready, Shin Shin, go wash up!" He glanced at Ding Zixin, and then said instructively.

"This noodle ......" Ding Zixin moved his nose, the fragrance of this noodle is very familiar.

Isn't this the scallion oil noodles she made for him......

When did he learn it?

"It shouldn't be much worse than yours!" Lu Zi'an said a little proudly.

"Not necessarily!" Ding Zixin walked towards the dining table, looking at the bowls of noodles on the table, she was surprised.

It should look pretty good, and it smells good.

"By the way, you went out this morning to buy clothes?" Ding Zixin glanced at his simple light-colored jeans and white T-shirt, which looked very well-fitting.

This must have been bought when he went to buy medicine in the morning.

"Well, you can't let me wear our dad's clothes all day!" Lu Zi'an's smile was natural, especially when he said 'our dad', it was also extremely natural.

The point is that the outfit doesn't fit well...... It's also uncomfortable to wear.

Lu Zi'an didn't treat himself as an outsider at all, Ding Zixin despised him a little in her heart, but Ding's mother was very happy.

"Also, this young man in his twenties doesn't look like an old man's clothes! It's a lot better now. Ding's mother on the side covered her lips and smiled.

"If you don't wash up, I'm afraid the noodles will be cold!" Lu Zi'an suddenly said seriously: "Eating cold things in the morning is not good for the stomach!" ”

At this point, he is professional and authoritative!

Seeing this, Ding Zixin didn't continue to say anything, but glanced at him, then turned around and went upstairs to wash up.

Looking at her leaving, Lu Zi'an smiled.

…………

Z City.

Beichen family.

Beichen Yumeng's appetite has been getting bigger and bigger recently, and her body has become a little swollen.

The whole person is a little mellow, and every morning, in the restaurant of Beichen's house, she can be seen eating and drinking.

Every time I see Meng Meng eating very fragrantly, Mo Qian's appetite is also a lot better.

"Sister-in-law, this osmanthus cake is delicious, you can have a little too!" While eating the osmanthus cake that the chef had just made, Beichen Yumeng did not forget to put a piece on Mo Qian's plate.

"I'm already full...... Mo Qianqian looked at the osmanthus cake on the plate, sighed, but couldn't help but burp.

It's been a long time since she's had eaten breakfast so full.

Mo Qianqian glanced at Beichen Yumeng, and couldn't help but sigh a little, when she was pregnant, she was not so able to eat.

But this is also very good, and when the baby is born, it must be a healthy, white and tender baby.

Unlike her, when she gave birth to Yu'er, she was still born prematurely.

"Beichen Shaoting, you can taste it!" Although I can't eat it anymore, looking at the osmanthus cake on the plate, Mo Qianqian doesn't want to waste it.

So, he forked the osmanthus cake with a fork and put it on Beichen Shaoting's lips.

Beichen Shaoting frowned, and he didn't seem to like the taste of osmanthus cake too much.

Mo Qianqian thought that he didn't like to eat, so he wanted to take back the fork.

But at this moment, he suddenly opened his lips, took the osmanthus cake into his mouth, and then chewed it slowly.