Yiyuan ate breakfast and went to school early, and Chi Fengyao also went to the kitchen.

The pastries made were sent to the two old men by Chi Fengyao and let them eat them with tea.

Since Chi Feng Yao is made of osmanthus flowers, the air is full of fragrant flowers.

Qi Xiuyan came down from upstairs, saw Qi Fengyao sitting on a chair on the balcony reading a book, walked in and sat beside her, and reached out and pinched her little hand in the palm of his hand.

"Why didn't you go up and dance, I'm still waiting."

Qi Xiuyan squeezed her weak and boneless little hand, and the smile on her face was also full of temptation.

"I'm not jumping today, and when I just had breakfast, I had some ideas for this recipe."

Qi Fengyao said, lowered his head and wrote and drew in the notebook.

Seeing that Qi Fengyao was so serious, Qi Xiuyan also beckoned to the maid on the side, asking her to ask the housekeeper to take down the computer in her study.

After a while, the butler came down with a notebook and a stack of folders.

Handed over the things to Qi Xiuyan, the housekeeper left with a blank face, and now the president has a very good basis for doing anything.

After all, everything he does, it's for his wife.

Qi Fengyao was writing, occasionally raised his head, and saw Qi Xiuyan with a serious work face, and couldn't help but sigh.

I don't have to work at the good table above, I have to be here with myself.

Qi Fengyao couldn't help but shake her head, she was a little thirsty, so she stood up again, went to the kitchen, and squeezed two glasses of juice.

She drank one cup for herself, and the other one she put next to Qi Xiuyan's hand.

Qi Xiuyan used to drink black coffee, or drink imported pure water.

"My husband drinks juice."

She got Sydney juice today and put it aside for a long time in Qi Xiuyan, but she didn't see him touch it, so she hurriedly shouted.

"Hmm."

Qi Xiuyan picked it up, took two sips and put it aside, and continued to work.

Qi Fengyao took two sips, picked up his small notebook, and continued to write the derived recipes.

When Wei Ze came over, he saw this scene, the two of them were sitting on chairs and doing their own things, but they were very harmonious.

The roses on the side seem to have become more beautiful.

In the narrow eyes, there was a touch of envy, and there was also chagrin in my heart.

If he could insist on himself at that time, would the person around him be Chi Feng Yao.

As soon as this ridiculous thought came to his mind, he shook his head, and there was a hint of self-deprecation on the corner of his mouth.

What do you think?

She is the wife of her cousin, and they live very happily.

As soon as Wei Ze passed, a servant reminded him beside him, and Qi Xiuyan and his wife both raised their heads.

He put down what he was holding and stood up together.

Say hello to Wei Ze and go into the living room together.

It turned out that Wei Ze came to pick up Zhong Kexing, he had already found a few chefs, and the dishes were very good.

Zhong Keying saw that his face was not much gloomy, and he was also a little relieved, and after saying a few words to Qi Weiran, he went back with Wei Ze.

There is one less person in the family, and Qi Weiran has no old partners to fight with, so he feels a little bored, but he is very happy to see one yuan every day.

When it was time to go to bed at night, Qi Fengyao found that Yiyuan had not come to look for him.

Feeling strange, she went into the room of the first dollar and saw that he was already lying on the bed and slumbering sleep.

"Mom, go back quickly, Dad is waiting for you to sleep, you must come on."