Chapter 307: Joe Wheat's Revenge 1

His home, hers - until this time, the little man was clearly distinguished.

Yi Xiangxi suddenly had a strong impulse: just find Qiao Mai and make it clear. No, you have to make it clear.

He didn't care if he would anger Qiao Mai, and kept sending the child to his doorstep. However, the iron general put the door. Xiaobai took out the key to open the door, the room was deserted, there was a note on the refrigerator, open the refrigerator, and a hearty meal had been prepared inside. The child sighed: "Alas, Sister Mai hasn't come back yet." ”

Yi Xiangxi somehow breathed a sigh of relief, and immediately said, "Xiaobai, I'll give you a hot meal, you do your homework first." Wait a while, let's eat together. ”

The child was accompanied by someone and was elated, and quickly finished his homework, ran to the kitchen again, and kept asking, "Uncle Yi, I'm going out with dishes and chopsticks...... I washed my hands......"

The meal was served on the table, with two bowls and chopsticks, Yi Xiangxi held the bowl, and his heart was full of tastes. Boiled shrimp, cold lean meat, bok choy and stewed chicken broth...... It seems that Qiao Wheat has always arranged the children's meals well. Xiao Bai ate with relish, looked up, and saw that Yi Xiangxi was motionless, and immediately sandwiched a shrimp in his bowl: "Uncle, you eat." ”

He takes a bite.

"Uncle, these are all dishes made by Sister Mai, do you like to eat them? You eat this, Sister Mai's own cold lean meat, I like to eat it the most, Sister Mai often cooks it for me, Sister Mai will also make a lot of dishes, boiled fish, boiled pork slices, cold chicken nuggets, grilled lamb chops...... Sister Mai can do everything, and she can also make tiramisu......"

She put down her chopsticks and jumped to open the refrigerator, and sure enough, there was a freshly made tiramisu inside, served in a crystal clear glass, which looked very, very cute.

"Sister Mai said that this kind of cold thing can only be eaten after a meal, and I can't eat too much, but I like to eat it so much...... Uncle, let's eat this today......"

Yi Xiangxi faced the food at this table, how restless he should have been-trance--in a trance, remembering those two months. There was a time when he went back every night when she had already prepared a meal, changing the pattern every day, and there was almost no repetition of the dishes, and there was a brief moment when he forgot that it was his tool for revenge - he mistakenly thought it was life during love......

In his life, it was the only thing he felt at home.

It's just that why did you crush this feeling with your own hands?

If he didn't take revenge later—at least, not like that, not to torture her like that, not to let her suffer the humiliation of facing Bingbing, not to destroy her in every possible way...... Between the two, wouldn't it be today's scene?

He didn't dare to think about it, just savored this homemade tiramisu spoonful by spoonful.

He is not a dessert lover, and he hates to eat such greasy things, but today, a spoonful of soup is cold, and even his heart is frozen.

The child does not know what is going on in the adult's mind, and keeps chirping, watching cartoons for a while, telling stories for a while, and going to the windowsill to look at the newly opened little flower pots...... Yi Xiangxi was in this small space, and finally slowly noticed a trace of popularity. I felt relieved in my heart, and a kind of greed arose - if I could stay, Xiaobai, I would rather stay here with you!