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"Crunch. "There was a sound of the bathroom opening the door.

Lan Cao subconsciously peeked at it, and when she saw that the guy came out with only a bath towel, she blushed and got into the quilt.

Nightshade wiped her dripping hair as she walked, and her eyes didn't miss every move of the little woman in bed.

Looking at the bulging lump, he hooked the corners of his lips and walked over, "The sun is drying your ass, don't you still get up?" ”

Lancao pursed her lips and said nothing, pretending to be asleep and hiding under the covers.

After yesterday, she really didn't know how to face him.

Nightshade didn't tease her, but wiped her hair, then opened the cabinet and found a suit and shirt to wear.

Hearing the sound of the closet, Blue Grass turned around and stared at the elegant dressing of the guy.

"Hey, when did the wardrobe in my room become yours?" She was a little angry.

Nightshade threw the bath towel on her head and said disapprerovingly, "Now, I am the owner of this old mansion, then, everything in this house belongs to me, and what used to belong to you now belongs to me, including you." ”

Lan Cao pulled the bath towel at the beginning of her head in annoyance, and when she wanted to glare at him fiercely, she gave him a pair of tender eyes.

Her anger suddenly wilted, "Well, how did you come up with the idea of buying this old mansion in the first place?" ”

Nightshade smiled, "Instead of asking me why I went to such trouble to buy this house, you should ask your mother why she sold it." ”

As soon as she heard her mother, Lan Cao's mood suddenly became complicated.

She grabbed someone's towel and wrapped herself in it, and eagerly headed to the bathroom.

Yes, the mother's matter has not been resolved, how can she roll the sheets with this man in the old mansion for a day and a night?

Damn, it shouldn't be.

"Bang!" The bathroom door was pulled hard by Bluegrass.

Nightshade stared at the slender back behind the frosted glass, and the corners of his mouth curled even more. 、

The eyes touch the women's clothes in the closet.

He frowned.

Perhaps, it's time to open a dressing room next door to this room.

This old mansion, as another home for him and hers, seems to be very good......

Family?

Nightshade's heart tingled inexplicably.

He needs a home, but if the mistress of the home is Bluegrass, how long can this home last?

Pulling the corners of his mouth, he walked out of the room and into the kitchen.

Open the door of the refrigerator and there will be all the ingredients inside.

Nightshade took out a small pumpkin and picked up the knife to peel it little by little.

Suddenly, he remembered his parents, the couple who liked to eat sweet pumpkin porridge.

As their son, he also has the same dietary hobby, and likes the sweet and thick pumpkin porridge.

However, even if she is Aunt Fang, she can't make the taste of her mother.

And he, not to mention, will only eat, will not do!

If he had a home, the hostess would have been able to make this pumpkin porridge.

Thinking of this, he put down the pumpkin in his hand and turned to walk out of the kitchen.

At this time, Bluegrass ran out of the bedroom and bumped into him.

She ignored him, and circled half a way past him to the gate.

Nightshade grabbed her, "Where are you going?" ”

"Go home." Blue grass said subconsciously.

"Home?" Nightshade raised an eyebrow, "Where is your home?" Hospitals? ”

Belch?

Lan Cao was stunned, and then annoyed, "You don't care where my house is, in short, where is my mother and grandfather, where is my home." ”

Ye Di smiled and pulled her into his arms, "Dean Liang reported to me, saying that your grandfather's current situation can be discharged from the hospital." ”

"Discharged?" Bluegrass frowned, "Not yet, right?" Grandpa woke up, but he didn't remember anything......"

"When he returns to a familiar place, a familiar home, his consciousness will naturally slowly recover." Nightshade said lightly.

Lan Cao's eyes lit up, "You mean, my grandfather can go back to the Lan family's old mansion to live, right?" ”

"Of course, this is where your grandfather lived all his life, and if he doesn't come back here, where will he go?"

"But didn't you buy this place?"

"So what? Mine and yours too. Nightshade said deeply.

Mine and yours too.

What a touching confession.

Nineteen-year-old blue grass, not deeply involved in the world, was really moved.

She opened her arms and hugged him, "Nightfall, you are so good, I thank you on behalf of my grandfather, thank you for buying the old mansion of the Lan family, thank you for not letting our ancestral mansion fall into the hands of strangers......"

Nightshade hugged the woman who was rarely thrown into her arms, rubbed her chin against her soft hair, and said in a hoarse voice, "If you want to thank me, make me breakfast." ”

"Okay, what do you want to eat?" Bluegrass replied cheerfully.

"Pumpkin porridge." Nightshade slowly spat out these three words.

"Pumpkin porridge, huh?" Lan Cao smiled, "Don't worry, this is what I am best at, I will definitely make you addicted and want to stop." ”

"Really?" Nightshade smiled and patted her little face, "Don't be in a hurry to boast about Haikou, I'm a very picky eater." ”

"It's okay, it's a big deal, you don't want to eat it." Bluegrass playfully grimaced at him, then jumped out of his arms and rushed towards the kitchen like the wind.

Well, in order for her grandfather to return to this mansion, she will make breakfast with this gold owner, right?

Rushing into the kitchen, Bluegrass found a half-peeled pumpkin on the board, she picked up a knife and quickly began to peel off the other half.

Then, she cut the pumpkin into small cubes and put it in a pot to steam while she rummaged through the boxes and cabinets to find the rice for the porridge.

Pumpkin porridge, Italian bluegrass will be from an early age.

Not for anything else, because her mother often made it for her younger brother, so she secretly memorized the process of making pumpkin porridge.

However, over the years, only Ou Zhehang has eaten the pumpkin porridge she made herself.

Pumpkin porridge should be cooked and eaten, and the important thing is not pumpkin, but rice.

The kind of porridge that is sticky, glutinous and refreshing is the most suitable.

Luckily, the kitchen is stocked with this rice.

Bluegrass was skillful at washing rice, and when she was about to put out the water, she remembered something, so she turned off the faucet and took out the milk from the refrigerator instead.

Nightshade leaned on the cooking table with his hands on his chest, quietly looking at the little woman in front of him who was as busy as a little sparrow.

He froze as she poured fresh milk into the pot instead of water.

For years, he searched for a porridge that tasted similar to the pumpkin porridge made by his mother, but to no avail.

Aunt Fang's pumpkin porridge tastes closest to what her mother cooked, but every time she eats it, she always feels that something is missing from the taste.

Now when he saw Bluegrass put milk instead of water into the rice, his heart was uncontrollably excited.

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