If it weren't for Yinxiang saying this, Nian Sheng would have almost forgotten about this stubble, "Ahhh My porridge. Hurriedly pushed it away, and Yinxiang grabbed it by the stove.

Yinxiang learned to be smart this time, so he took a step ahead of her, opened the lid of the pot for Niansheng, and then quickly put the lid aside quietly.

Nian Sheng didn't notice this, she only had her porridge in her eyes at this time, "It's okay not to be confused." Nian Sheng took the soup spoon and stirred the bottom of the pot, and then said with confidence. Good job, thanks. Holding the soup spoon, Nian Sheng smiled at Yinxiang and said, as if nothing had happened.

Seeing that the embarrassment was resolved in this way, Yinxiang was still a little unwilling in his heart, but for the sake of the current voice and his own laughter, he was relieved.

For the rest of the day, neither of them said anything more. Niansheng was busy making food, and Yinxiang watched her fluttering around in the room like a bird, waiting for a place to help, and without waiting for Niansheng to speak, he naturally went up to help.

The casual tacit understanding between the two inevitably made Niansheng feel a little ripple in his heart, but sometimes even they couldn't figure it out about their daughter's thoughts.

It didn't take much effort, Nian Sheng made a few side dishes, and the porridge in the casserole was also boiling to the fire. "You bring the porridge to the little table over there." Nian Sheng put the side dishes on the plate while supporting Yinxiang.

Yinxiang obediently wanted to serve the casserole, but as soon as he stretched out his hand, he was slapped away by the sound of "snap".

"Are you embarrassed to say I don't have a memory?" Nian Sheng said and threw the rag in his hand, "Put it on and serve it again." After speaking, he didn't care what Yinxiang's reaction was, so he went to find something on his own.

Yinxiang was amused in his heart, but after all, he still endured it on his face and did it silently.

The small table is not only small but also very low, and at first glance, it looks like the cooks make do with the rice between the work in the room on weekdays.

Yinxiang put down the casserole and stood aside without moving.

Waiting for Niansheng to bring a plate over, put the red oil chicken shreds with dried shreds, tender yellow scrambled eggs, Cuisheng fried vegetables and a small plate of pickles on the small table, and came back with two pairs of chopsticks, and saw Yinxiang still standing at the table, so he beckoned him to sit down together.

"Haven't you been here for so long?" Nian Sheng pulled a square piece of wood beside him and sat down at the table. "Don't be careful, this is a room, it's good not to sit on the ground."

Yinxiang was ordered to enter and exit Nanyuan at the age of fourteen, and he had also been trained in the army, and the simplicity in front of him was really nothing to him, but what he didn't expect was that Niansheng, such a famous daughter, actually had such an informal side, which seemed to be far from the Zhaojia clan in other people's mouths.

Seeing that Yinxiang still didn't move, Nian Sheng first took a mouthful of shredded chicken into his mouth, then turned around and pointed to a place and said: "Since the Thirteenth Master can't look down on these, then I will help you drive the courtiers to hand over the dumplings on the case, and then what should you do." ”

Yinxiang put the plate on the table with a "bang" with a tense face, hooked a piece of wood with his foot and sat down in front of Niansheng, took the bowl with his left hand and put it in front of him, and stretched out his right hand to Niansheng.

Nian Sheng didn't react for a while, and subconsciously shrank back.

"Chopsticks." Yinxiang looked at Niansheng and said.

Only then did Nian Sheng react, and obediently handed over the chopsticks that he had been holding in his left hand, and then blushed again.