Qiao Xinxin stood at the door, the strength of the guitar bag strap in his hand was tightened, thinking that it was more likely to take off the guitar and beat someone, repair or break.

The occupant of the villa seemed to be still in the living room, as she could clearly see the water stains in the hallway that had been reflected off the floor by the light, and there were some green grapes on the table in front of the sofa, and it was obvious that the man had made this his home.

As soon as Qiao Xinxin thought of something, she heard some noises coming from the kitchen, her heart moved, and while grabbing the doorknob with her hand, she shouted loudly: "Mom, are you in it?" ”

As soon as Qiao Xinxin's words fell, the sound of pots and pans colliding in the kitchen suddenly stopped, and after a few seconds of silence, a female voice was heard from the kitchen, "Xinxin, you're back." ”

Hearing that it was his own cheap mother, Qiao Xinxin breathed a sigh of relief, lowered his hand and grabbed the doorknob, took off the guitar on his back and put it in the entrance, bent down to change his shoes and walked into the living room, and went straight to the kitchen.

Yao Yunxia, who was separated in the parking lot of the shopping mall at night, was a different look at this time, beige silk split short-sleeved shorts pajamas, and her wavy hair was tied high into a ponytail, revealing the white back of her neck.

Coupled with her action of washing dishes at this time, she is more like a housewife.

Qiao Xinxin looked away and asked, "What about Dad?" ”

Hearing Qiao Xinxin's voice, Yao Yunxia turned her head to look at her, and replied with a smile: "Your dad won't come back until half an hour later, I'll cook something for him to eat, Xinxin, do you want to eat?" ”

Qiao Xinxin didn't know what the idea of the two couples was, and they miraculously came back to live today.

I don't know if it's because of her own body, when she saw Yao Yunxia in the kitchen, she felt a little sweet and close in her heart, as if Yao Yunxia in front of her was not her cheap mother, and her blood was thicker than blood.

Suddenly, Qiao Xinxin looked at Yao Yunxia who was washing the dishes, and the busy appearance she saw when she went to the company to bring them afternoon tea in the past, she said in a ghostly manner: "Mom, you go to rest, I'll cook supper." ”

After Qiao Xinxin finished speaking, she seemed a little surprised by what she said, but after a pause, she came back to her senses and added, "Do you want to eat?" ”

They ate Western food tonight, and those few quantities were not enough at all, and when she entered the door just now, she saw the green grapes on the table, compared to Yao Yunxia, she should also be hungry at this time, so she asked.

Hearing Qiao Xinxin's proposal, Yao Yunxia herself was also stunned, she turned her head and was about to refuse, but when she saw Qiao Xinxin's burning eyes, her words stopped for a while, and her mouth turned into a joke.

"Well, I haven't tasted your craft in a long time."

Qiao Xinxin nodded, leaning on the edge of the door frame and watching Yao Yunxia wash the dishes, her heart was warm, she only felt that this feeling was not bad, and she didn't have to guard a big villa.

Suddenly, the sound of washing dishes stopped, Qiao Xinxin looked, but heard Yao Yunxia's voice say, "It's only nine o'clock now, why did Xinxin come back so early?" ”

Qiao Xinxin was slightly embarrassed: "......"

Do you always want me to come back at eleven or twelve?

She complained in her heart, and she didn't dare to say it openly on her face, "My classmates are all relatively well-behaved people, so they dispersed early." ”

As soon as Qiao Xinxin's words fell, she heard Yao Yunxia's long "oh", which instantly gave her a little bad premonition, and then she heard Yao Yunxia's gossip with great interest, "Is it a junior high school classmate who lives in the east of the community, or a high school classmate who lives in the neighborhood next door?" ”

Qiao Xinxin was speechless...... Which should she say is better?

She coughed twice and directly rejected Yao Yunxia's words, "No, it's a new friend, Mom, don't ask!" ”

Hearing Qiao Xinxin's words of "annoyance", Yao Yunxia spread out her hands that were still stained with white bubbles, turned her head helplessly to look at Qiao Xinxin, and compromised: "Okay, okay, mom washes the dishes obediently." ”

After Yao Yunxia finished speaking, she pretended to be in a heavy mood, turned around and sighed in a low voice, "The female is not staying", so angry that Qiao Xinxin couldn't cry or laugh.

Yao Yunxia said that her cheap father came back tonight, just now she proposed to make her own supper without thinking, she remembered that she still had some materials left in her live broadcast, so she took out some lemon cookies and simply made some lemon cookies, and there were still a lot of puddings in the refrigerator.

Yao Yunxia is also a snack lover, when she watched her children make sweets, she held the pudding taken out of the refrigerator in her hand, and then watched Qiao Xinxin make cookies, and chatted a few words from time to time.

This is the picture that Qiao Guoyan saw when he came back, looking at the harmonious atmosphere between the two, coupled with the smiles on their faces, he instantly felt ...... was cured.

Qiao Guoyan put down the coat in his hand and followed into the kitchen, only to see Yao Yunxia picking up the freshly baked cookies on the table and stuffing them into her mouth, so she couldn't help but ask, "What are you doing?" ”

Yao Yunxia turned her head to see that it was Qiao Guoyan, Yingying smiled, picked up another cookie, and walked over to give it to him: "For the state banquet, you can eat the lemon cookies made by Xinxin." ”

After Yao Yunxia finished speaking, she put the cookie into Qiao Guoyan's mouth, Qiao Guoyan's eyes just turned to Qiao Xinxin, who was standing there and was looking at him, and when the two glanced at each other, Qiao Guoyan took a bite of the biscuit.

The freshly baked cookies are still a little hot, and the crispy and soft taste is very good, and as soon as the cookies are opened, the freshness of lemon and the sweetness of sugar instantly occupy the mouth, making people want to take two more bites.

Qiao Guoyan hugged his wife, smiled and said to Qiao Xinxin, who was busy: "Xinxin, your craftsmanship is still the same as before. ”

In the past, Qiao Xinxin would send them snacks for afternoon tea every weekend, but because of some previous contradictions, there were no more such snacks to eat, and now Qiao Guoyan carefully calculated, it should have been two years since Qiao Xinxin made food for them.

It's been a long time since I've communicated with Qiao Xinxin like this.

Qiao Xinxin listened to what Cheap Daddy said, and the movements up and down his hands paused, and then returned to normal.

She didn't open her mouth to respond to Qiao Guoyan's words, because she didn't know what to say.

She actually only inherited some of the memories of the original owner, and she didn't know what conflicts had between the original owner and her parents, and she didn't know what her feelings were in the face of them.

And coupled with the fact that the system helped her change the personality settings of Qiao Guoyan and Yao Yunxia, it was even more difficult for her to know what had happened before.

In order not to be seen by them, Qiao Xinxin could only continue to get along with them according to the instinctive feelings left by the original owner in his body at this time.

Qiao Xinxin didn't say much, but his movements were very fast, and within a few minutes, the hot tomato and egg noodles were out of the pot, and the three of them sat at the dining table and ate a meal, and then went back to the room to rest.

Early the next morning, when Qiao Xinxin woke up and went downstairs, he saw a bowl of meat porridge still hot on the kitchen table.

Qiao's heart warmed, and he already knew who left it.

Qiao Xinxin's cheap parents are all diffusions~ Remember to vote, friends! Can friends with a book list give Jojo a book list slot? Thank you Smecta!