Zhao Qianxi smiled, and after washing, he went downstairs with Qianbao in his arms.

Yueqing looked at the mother and daughter, and the smile in the corner of her eyes became stronger: "Miss is down!" Come and have breakfast! ”

Zhao Qianxi watched Yueqing prepare her father's favorite breakfast every day, and looked at Yueqing's apricot eyes with a touch of meaning.

"Aunt Yue, I'll take Qianbao out to eat, you and Daddy will have breakfast at home, don't be polite! Aunt Yue, if you lack something, you must find Daddy to ask for it! ”

After Zhao Qianxi finished speaking, he walked out with Qianbao in his arms, and Yueqing behind him couldn't help but blush a little after understanding the meaning of Zhao Qianxi's words.

Holding the shallow treasure, he went to the garage to pick up his red Ferrari according to the shallow stream.

I took Qianbao to a breakfast shop not far away, and the boss greeted me warmly after entering the door.

"Here comes the creek! Are soy milk fritters still today? ”

The proprietor was a woman in her forties and fifties, who had no children, and was always very enthusiastic and happy when she saw the shallow stream.

Zhao Qianxi smiled back, put Qianbao on the stool, and then said, "Yes! Aunt Bean! I haven't been here for a few days, and today I suddenly want to eat the breakfast you made! ”

Hearing this, the red bean's eyes crossed a ghostly light, which was fleeting, and no one saw it.

"Okay, Xiaoxi, wait a minute, Aunt Dou will go and bring it to you!"

The woman is in good shape, even if she is fifty or sixty years old, but there is no trace of the vicissitudes of life after a long time on her face, but it is full of charm.

If Zhao Qianxi hadn't seen such a woman in this small breakfast shop, she would have even thought that this woman was a young lady from a certain family.

Hongdou quickly came over with a plate, and put the two bowls of soy milk on the plate in front of Zhao Qianxi and Qianbao respectively, with a gentle smile on his face.

"The creek is unsweetened, and the shallow treasure is sweetened!"

If it is still very familiar, Zhao Qianxi's heart couldn't help but be touched by Hongdou's words, and the tip of his heart was slightly softened.

She didn't know why she liked to come here for breakfast so much, and she always felt that every morning when she saw red beans, she felt that she would be in a good mood all day.

Hongdou looked at the mother and daughter dotingly, and her apricot eyes, which were very similar to Zhao Qianxi, were full of smiles.

"Thank you, Aunt Dou!"

Maybe the smile on Zhao Qianxi's face was too lively and attractive enough, Hongdou didn't hold back, raised his hand and rubbed Zhao Qianxi's head.

"Xiaoxi likes it, you eat slowly, Aunt Dou is going to be busy!"

After the woman finished speaking, she left, not seeing the incomprehensible nostalgia that flashed in Zhao Qianxi's eyes.