She quietly went to the kitchen in her slippers. Xia Nuo was still sleeping soundly in bed.

The old men of the Xia family didn't know that Wei Jiajun slept with Xia Manyu all night yesterday.

This is a big heart. Xia no doesn't have that sense of mission to be a father. Hey, his father, eats so much, and his body is great.

Wei Jiajun lay down next to Xia Nuo, so as not to explain later, he went to Xia Manyu's bed again last night.

He was still lying down and pondering the photo he had taken yesterday of kneeling on the washboard.

Ay......

If he could, he really wanted to sneak Wei Yuqi up and beat him.

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This Xia Manyu started a fire, steamed steamed buns very neatly, made millet porridge, and then stir-fried vegetables.

A room full of fragrant vegetables. Although Xia Manyu's cooking skills are homely, she smells of home.

Wei Jiajun had a confinement meal at Xia's house last time, and this time he was going to eat Xia Manyu's cooking, and he was looking forward to it.

He wanted to help out in the kitchen, but Xano was still asleep, and he had to show him that he was sleeping in this bed before he could get up.

He shook the arm of Xiano, who was still asleep: "Wake up Xiano."

The first thing Xia Nuo said when he woke up was: "Are you better, the wound still hurts."

It's true love, that's right.

At this time, Xia Chunsheng got up, and the first sentence was the same.

"Jiajun, are your injuries better?"

"Well, it's much better."

At this moment, Xia Manyu poked her head out of the kitchen: "Grandpa, you are awake." The big steamed buns are almost steamed, you guys get up quickly, uncle, throw some vegetable leaves to the goose outside. ”

"Got it."

This beautiful morning was kicked off by the sound of pots and pans in the kitchen.

Wei Jiajun went to help her light the fire.

"Will you make a fire?"

Wei Jiajun said simply: "Yes."

Can this woman not keep questioning him.

It turns out that Wei Jiajun is very good at burning the fire.

But who doesn't know how to light a fire!

Thinking like this, Wei Jiajun looked at Xia Manyu's face full of circles and forks. This woman stepped on him every time it hurt so much, so that he had a wild idea in his heart, and he wanted to make her feel comfortable.

Xia Manyu looks good wearing an apron and cooking with her little cheeks crossed. The spoon was smooth, and it didn't match her beauty Ruyu.

Wei Jiajun watched her cook neatly while lighting the fire, and he was in a good mood today.

Then he and Xia Manyu served steaming steamed buns on the table, two dishes and a bowl of millet porridge per person. Plentiful and perfect breakfast.

Birds chirping outside. Several people sat down to eat, and Xia Manyu also said to Wei Jiajun: "Brother Jiajun, don't forget to take medicine after eating." You still have to go to the hospital today to avoid infection of the wound. ”

She remembered what the doctor said yesterday.

Wei Jiajun said, "Got it." In fact, his body really doesn't need to worry so much, a little skin trauma, it's just fine if the pain is over. But for Xia Manyu's non-reluctant explanation, he is still quite comfortable.

It's not a very annoying thing to listen to a woman's nagging, it depends on the person.

Xia Nuo was quite surprised, his daughter was still nervous about Wei Jiajun yesterday. It was so harmonious overnight.

"Manyu, aren't you angry with Jiajun?"

Xia Manyu squeezed out her crooked eyes and took a bite of the steamed bun: "I'm not that angry."

The Xia family was eating and talking, and the cuckoo came in.

He had a pair of well-made shoes in his hand. There is also Charmanie's denim jacket, and another thing wrapped in red cloth.