Lin Qingrou came out of the kitchen with breakfast, and saw Du Zeming holding Du Lin and sitting on the sofa to watch Peppa Pig together. Du Lin sat on his father's lap and looked at it and giggled, and Du Zeming hugged his son and laughed rarely.

The corners of Lin Qingrou's mouth couldn't help but curl, but with a pair of Du Zeming's eyes, she could only press the corners of her mouth down, silently went over to hug her son, and made a gesture to eat.

"No, I'm going to see Peppa!" Children don't want to stop watching cartoons.

"Linlin, be good, you can drive after eating." Du Zeming coaxed softly.

Du Lin didn't comply, still losing his temper.

"Linlin, if you don't obey your father, you're going to be angry, mom...... Mom won't make any food for you in the future. Speaking of the word mother, Du Zeming paused unnaturally.

Lin Qingrou glanced at him, hugged Du Lin and kissed him, turned around and walked towards the restaurant, and the moment he turned around, the corners of his mouth unconsciously curled slightly.

In any case, we are Du Lin's parents, and no one can change the fact......

Du Lin drank half a bottle of milk first because he got up, and he only needed to eat some rice porridge and diced fruits in small pieces for breakfast.

Because he couldn't finish watching the cartoon, Du Lin inevitably had some small emotions and pushed the spoon that Lin Qingrou fed him away again and again. The porridge in the spoon spilled out under the push, touching the blister she scalded yesterday.

Lin Qingrou had no choice but to put down the bowl, endured the pain and picked up a tissue to wipe her hands, her brows tangled together.

"What's going on? Is porridge hot? Du Zeming walked over and grabbed Lin Qingrou's hand, and saw that there was a blister on his hand, but it was not like the one he had just burned.

"When did you get it?" Du Zeming's tone was very bad.

It's not because you were with another woman yesterday that I was absent-minded. Lin Qingrou thought silently in her heart, her heart was sour and astringent, and it seemed more unbearable than the blisters on her hands.

She shook her head and withdrew her hand, continuing to pick up the bowl and prepare to feed Du Lin.

Du Zeming saw that she was ignoring her own problems, snorted coldly, snatched the bowl, sat next to the baby chair and began to feed the baby.

At this time, Aunt Zhang also came to work: "Today is Sunday, I didn't expect Mr. Du and Mrs. Du to get up so early, Mr. Du, I'll feed Linlin." ”

Before she could take the bowl, the doorbell rang again, and Aunt Zhang had to go to open the door first.

"Aunt Zhang, good morning." It's the same voice that comes every morning on time.

"Miss Fang, morning, you don't rest on Sunday, aren't you tired?" Aunt Zhang deliberately accentuated the last few words, and asked meaningfully.

"Not tired, not tired, is Linlin awake?" Fang Jiawen responded with a smile on her face, and walked into the living room while changing her shoes.

"They're still eating." Aunt Zhang pursed her lips and followed in.

Fang Jiawen walked directly into the restaurant. Seeing Du Zeming also sitting in the restaurant, his eyes couldn't help but light up. The eyebrows are smiling, bright as a flower.

"Mr. Du, good morning Mrs. Du." Fang Jiawen is dressed very sweetly today, and her voice is even more crisp and moving. Maybe it was because I made good progress with Du Zeming yesterday, and today the whole person looks radiant.

It's just a girl who can't wait to run to other people's houses early in the morning, and it's too reserved to pick someone else's time for breakfast.

Lin Qingrou raised her head and nodded to her, and continued to eat by herself.

"Miss Fang, you're early." Du Zeming said a nonchalantly and continued to feed Du Lin, and did not entertain him further.

"Linlin, you're dressed so cutely today, have you ever thought about Teacher Fang!" Fang Jiawen saw that the two of them were quite indifferent to her, so she had to turn to the small one to show her goodwill.

Du Lin was eating in his mouth, unable to respond to her, just looked at her, and then continued to play with the toy in his hand.

Embarrassment, Fang Jiawen took the initiative to take the children's bowl from Du Zeming: "Mr. Du, I'll feed Linlin, you go to dinner."

"No need. Miss Fang, Linlin is almost finished. Du Zeming quietly moved the bowl a little farther away.

So soon I want to occupy the magpie's nest, and treat me, the hostess, like nothing. Lin Qingrou deliberately stuffed a small piece of broken bread into Du Lin's mouth.

"Mommy, I want to~" Du Lin smacked his mouth twice and opened his mouth to shout.

Qingrou slowly broke the bread into small pieces and put it into the porridge bowl in Du Zeming's hand. Du Zeming was quick to understand, and immediately stirred it with a spoon and continued to feed Du Lin.

Fang Jiawen saw that the couple was feeding the child so tacitly, and there seemed to be no room for her to intervene at all, standing stiffly in place, not knowing what to do.