Chenxing’s fried love egg looks better, well, let’s make do with this.
Hua Hua finished making breakfast and ran to the gym to work out, worked up a sweat, then went for a shower. At this mont, Ling Yin woke up groggily and found in the kitchen a steaming pot of white rice porridge.
While eating breakfast, Ling Yin accidentally stuffed himself.
Hua Hua was almost speechless: "You can’t eat that much, why force yourself?"
"Afraid I won’t get to eat it again."
Hua Hua paused, then suddenly laughed: "That’s right, don’t even think about cooking for you every day. I’m just practicing my cooking skills occasionally. Normally, you have to cook for , otherwise, I’ll be in the red."
Ling Yin felt more and more that even being stuffed was okay: "Can’t waste it."
"How is it wasted? I cooked so much, part of it was for Mao Mao, and you’ve scraped the pot clean, Mao Mao has nothing to eat now."
Ling Yin maintained a calm expression, roaring inside: How can my wife’s porridge be given to Mao Mao!
Luckily, I ate it all.
Mao Mao, who was running around nearby, heard this, with a clearly resentful look, sticking out his tongue and looking at Ling Yin, don’t be too fierce, not a bit left for , Father Ling is too much!
Mao Mao decided to follow Hua Hua and Ling Yin at all tis, that way, it won’t miss out on good food, but why didn’t Father and Mother eat anything good all morning?
Father Ling sat reading in the yard, Father Hua was cutting and fabricating with a piece of cloth in the yard, what’s so fun about this?
Soon enough, Mao Mao discovered this was definitely fun!
Because Mother Hua was making clothes for it.
Hua Hua cut and sewed, and in an hour made a set of clothes.
"Mao Mao, co here."
Mao Mao wagged its tail happily, running to Hua Hua, constantly licking the back of his hand.
Hua Hua put the dog clothes on it.
"Brother Ling, what do you think?"
Ling Yin glanced slightly, nodding: "Not bad, but why should Mao Mao wear clothes? Its pure white long hair is what looks good."
Hua Hua thought for a mont: "Oh, that’s true."
Imdiately took the clothes off Mao Mao.
Mao Mao, once again resentfully glaring at Ling Yin: Why must I run around naked, just because I have more fur?
Unfortunately, the enemy is too weak, not daring to confront it at all.
Ling Yin wore a simple shirt and vest today, without anything over it, sitting there like a bamboo, full of elegance, just casually flipping through pages, landing in soone’s sight, is also a self-claid view.
Hua Hua, having nothing to do and feeling bored, kept browsing Weibo.
Seeing Chenxing showing off love again, couldn’t help but comnt: People who show off love, die fast!
Chenxing, unwilling to be outdone, replied: That’s just a sign of jealousy from soone who doesn’t have love to show off.
Ha, I have nothing to show off?
Where do you get the confidence that Hua Hua has nothing to show off?
Hua Hua decisively stood up, walked to Ling Yin’s side.
He squatted down, face right in front of Ling Yin’s mouth, "Quick, give a kiss."
Ling Yin put the book on his knee, very obediently; then Hua Hua squatted in front of Mao Mao, stretched out his hand: "BABY, give a lick."
A minute later, two pictures blindsided Chenxing’s face, even more so, all the fans.
"Why does it look like the Samoyed kissed deeper than Boss Ling? What is this rhythm? Am I seeing things?"
"Why does it look like the Samoyed kissed deeper than Boss Ling? 1"
"Why does it look like the Samoyed kissed deeper than Boss Ling? 2"
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