Leng Haochen sneered at the corners of his mouth: "Song Xingchen, since you like to be my stepmother so much, then you will take care of me in the future!" From today onwards, breakfast is up to you! ”

Cook?

Song Xingchen looked at him quietly for a while, nodded and said, "Cooking, no problem!" But you have to remember that you are not allowed to do anything to me again, or you will ...... I'm going to be polite to you. ”

She put the sentence aside and walked straight downstairs.

Leng Haochen, who was left in place, looked at her back, and his brows were tightly wrinkled together.

He really can't wait to pull Song Xingchen, a woman who doesn't know the situation, back and teach him a hard lesson.

Where did she know that she was married to her father? Damn it!

Thinking about it, he suppressed the irritability in his heart and walked downstairs.

Leng Haochen looked at Song Xingchen who walked into the kitchen, hesitated for a moment and followed.

When he walked to the kitchen, he saw Song Xingchen looking around, a trace of sarcasm suddenly crossed his eyes, and he said coldly: "You all go out, no one is allowed to help her." ”

Song Xingchen pursed the corners of his lips, not bothering to pay attention to this man who deliberately made things difficult for her.

She continued to look at the ingredients in the refrigerator, which was quite complete, but now she was not in the mood to make too complicated things, and she happened to see the leftovers left over from last night.

She immediately had an idea, took out the leftovers and took a few more eggs.

Prepare to make egg fried rice that is both easy and nutritious.

At this time, Leng Haochen, who was sitting quietly in the dining room, listened to the movement from the kitchen, and raised his eyes from time to time to take a look, but there was a wall blocking him, and he couldn't see the situation inside.

After waiting for about ten minutes, Song Xingchen came out with a tray with two bowls of steaming fried rice on it.

Leng Haochen was suddenly stunned when he saw the egg fried rice.

It occurred to him that there was once a woman who was best at egg fried rice.

Since she was gone, he hadn't touched the egg fried rice again.

Because, no one can make her own taste anymore.

Song Xingchen looks almost exactly the same as her, and she made her best egg fried rice, is it just a coincidence?

Or, is this Song Xingchen, deliberately?

A hint of gloom flashed in Leng Haochen's eyes: "How to do this?" ”

Hearing this, Song Xingchen thought that Leng Haochen looked down on egg fried rice, and suddenly became a little unhappy, this is what she is best at, but no one who has eaten it said that it is not delicious.

She asked dissatisfiedly, "What's wrong with this?" Lookdown huh? You said let me make breakfast, but you didn't say what to do, you don't like to eat or not, if you don't eat, you can do it yourself. ”

Who's still used to you?

Song Xingchen rolled his eyes silently, directly took his share of egg fried rice, and ate it slowly.

Leng Haochen wanted to get angry, but in front of Song Xingchen's face, no matter how big the fire was, he couldn't get angry.

He wanted to have someone make a new breakfast, but seeing that Song Xingchen was eating extremely sweet, he suddenly changed his mind.

So, I picked up the spoon and took a bite.

When he took the first bite, Leng Haochen's eyes were suddenly stunned, and he glanced at Song Xingchen in disbelief, the taste of this egg fried rice was so familiar.

Let him have a kind of pyrotechnic atmosphere that makes people feel warm.

It's a warm taste, but ......

Now, at the same time, it is also the taste that belongs to Song Xingchen.

Leng Haochen suddenly had a very ridiculous and bold idea in his heart......

Could Song Xingchen be ...... Her warm !!