After eating, Lu Wen arranged for a few old men to rest, they had already arrived here, and they must not be allowed to go out to live in a hotel, and he had no shortage of houses here.

Then Lu Wen called Yu Zhengyao and discussed with her the feasibility of this matter and how to maximize the effect.

The two chatted a little on the phone, and then the more they talked, the more they felt that there was more room for operation in this matter, and in the end, Yu Zhengyao directly said that he would come over tomorrow to discuss, and then there was always something I couldn't understand on the phone.

Lu Wen also felt this way, so he said: "Okay, then wait for you to come over tomorrow, we are discussing it carefully, pay attention to rest, don't be too tired." ”

Hearing Lu Wen's concerned words, Yu Zhengyao had a warm feeling in his heart, and his voice became gentle, and he said, "Well, you too, don't be too tired." ”

It is very natural for the two to care about each other, as if it should be like this, and the two are like husband and wife, caring for each other is so natural, without a trace of awkwardness.

Lu Wen hung up the phone and came to Millet Grain's room.

Cover the dishonest millet grains with a quilt, kiss and kiss the little guy's forehead, the little milk cat is still the same as before, sleeping at the bedside of the millet grains, when I heard the sound of opening the door, it was just a little ear moved, and then there was no movement, it was already familiar with the taste and sound of Lu Wen, and now it is the main thing to put his bun face into the soft quilt.

Returned to his room, Lu Wen washed up, and then lay on the bed, thinking about what he needed to do next, and arranged his itinerary, fortunately, it was Saturday next, and there were no classes in these two days, so he would be a little more relaxed.

The next day.

Lu Wen took the opportunity to take the millet grains down, and he didn't know when the little guy came in.

"Daddy is up. Millet said coquettishly.

"Get up, go, we brush our teeth and wash our faces. Lu Wen said with a smile, as soon as he opened his eyes, he saw his baby girl, and his mood suddenly improved.

"Oh, brush your teeth, wash your face, Daddy's rice grains today are still the same as last Dad's braids. ”

"Okay, what kind of braids Mi Li likes, Dad will tie what kind of braids Mi Li likes. ”

"Daddy's the best, Momoda. ”

After the two of them washed up like this, they came to the living room, and as soon as they went downstairs, they smelled a fragrance, and then the stomachs of Lu Wen and millet grains screamed.

"Daddy, your belly is screaming. Millet pointed to her father's stomach and said.

"Mm-hmm, Mi Li's stomach was also called just now. ”

"Mi Li's belly didn't scream, Dad is bad. ”

Lu Wen laughed when he heard Millet Grain's 'quibble' and said, "Haha, Rice Grain's stomach didn't call, it was Dad's stomach." ”

"Get up, come and eat. Old man Yang wore an apron and breakfast in his hand, and just walked out of the kitchen.

When Lu Wen saw it, he hurriedly stepped forward to catch the breakfast and said, "Old man, why do you still let you make breakfast, I'm really embarrassed." ”

Old Man Yang smiled and said: "It's okay, I can't be idle when I'm at home, and those old guys always want to eat the breakfast I made, these breakfasts are all researched by me over the years, and they are very suitable for eating in the morning, if you feel delicious, I'll give it to you." ”

"Hey, thank you, old man. Lu Wen hurriedly thanked him.

"Grandpa Yang, I want to eat rice grains. Millet grains were on the side, and he said with his little mouth chirping.

Old Man Yang hurriedly stepped forward to put a bowl of rice porridge, brought it to the millet grains, and said with a smile: "Rice grains, taste how grandpa cooks, do you like to eat?" For the two little guys, Millet Grains and Little Mengmeng, Old Man Yang likes it, not only has a sweet mouth, but also is very polite.

"Uh-huh, thank you Grandpa Yang. Millet first thanked him, and then in front of the table, he began to pick up the rice porridge in his small bowl.

Seeing that the millet grains were so fragrant, Old Man Yang smiled on his face.

"Meow!" a meow came.

Lu Wen saw that Bai Jiahei, the little milk cat's bun face was covered with rice porridge, he hadn't seen Bai Jiahei just now, it seemed that he had stuffed his bun face into his rice bowl.

Old man Yang pointed to Bai Jiahei and said with a smile: "This little milk cat of yours is too spiritual, I just cooked it in the morning, and it came to me with its small food bowl, and asked me to brush it when I went in, such a spiritual cat is really rare." "In the morning, in order to understand the meaning of the little milk cat, the old man also took a lot of effort.

The old man chatted with Lu Wen for a while, and then said, "You guys eat first, I'm going to send food to my old guys." ”

"I'm coming, how can I let you go, I'll send it over." Lu Wen hurriedly said, I was embarrassed to let the old man cook in the morning, how embarrassed to let the old man serve it to me now.

Old Man Yang refused: "Teacher Xiao Lu, don't look at me old, but my body is great, you eat yours." Lu Wen followed to the door, seeing the old man's steady steps, and he didn't continue to be polite, anyway, it was not very far away, as for why a few old men didn't come to eat, it was probably because they were afraid of disturbing Lu Wen and them, after all, in their eyes, young people like to sleep lazy when they are resting.

As soon as Lu Wen finished eating, he heard the cheerful cry of Xiao Mengmeng outside.

"Wow, it's so fragrant, Mom, hurry up, Meng Meng is hungry. ”

Then I saw Xiao Mengmeng and Cen Qingqing, Fang Zheng and they walked in, and Lu Wen didn't say hello, they were all too familiar, and they didn't have to wait for dinner.

Fang Zheng served the meal, sat down, sniffed it and said, "Lao Lu, how is the breakfast made today different from the past, but it is still the same delicious." ”

"Mmmm, my uncle's cooking is the best. "The little cute little pony is delivered.

"You little sycophant. Cen Qingqing said angrily.

"Meng Meng is not a sycophant, her mother is bad, Meng Meng ignores her mother. Saying that, with an unhappy little look, Cen Qingqing didn't even look at it, and ate her own directly, this little guy, don't care about her.

Sure enough, seeing that her mother ignored herself, Xiao Mengmeng was not angry, and hurriedly ate her breakfast.

"I didn't do it, I did it by Mr. Yang. Lu Wen explained.

"What about the old man, why didn't you see it?" Hearing that it was made by Old Man Yang, Cen Qingqing asked.

Millet immediately raised her hand and said, "Auntie, Millet knows that Grandpa Yang has sent food to other grandfathers." ”

In addition, I followed her words and said a little bit about what I had just done. （）