Li Xiaojie was told by Shen Haotian that her ears were a little hot, and the egg yolk in her mouth tasted like chewing wax.

Shen Qinghuan admires Li Xiaojie's ability to pretend to be naive.

If ordinary people are condemned by their classmates' father, they will naturally be embarrassed to stay in others' homes.

Li Xiaojie was very powerful. She continued to pretend to be a little white rabbit and continued to eat breakfast.

There are two chicken legs in the silver plate. Considering that his daughter is growing up, father Shen specially made them to supplement nutrition.

Shen's father took one of the chicken legs and put it in Shen Qinghuan's bowl. After Shen Qinghuan thanked his father skillfully, he didn't miss li Xiaojie's saliva.

Li Xiaojie, who had eaten eggs, just wanted to clip the chicken leg in the silver plate, but Shen Qinghuan grabbed it into Shen Haotian's bowl first, "Dad. Eat more! "

Li Xiaojie's face is a little pale. She is waiting for the possibility that Shen Haotian will give up the chicken leg to herself. But to her surprise, Shen Haotian actually ate the chicken leg handed to him by Shen Qinghuan and said with a smile: "my daughter has grown up and knows how to be filial to her father!"

Shen Qinghuan hung his head and smiled.

In the past, she really didn't unlock the humorous function of her father. Just when the chicken leg was half eaten, Shen Haotian said to Li Xiaojie: "Xiaojie. Sorry! Uncle was in a hurry this morning and only made two chicken legs. "

Originally, I came to people's houses to eat and drink. It would be too much to ask again.

Although Li Xiaojie scolded Shen Haotian and Shen Qinghuan's father and daughter in her heart, she still wore a calm smile on the surface, "uncle. I came early. It's good to have something to eat. "

Shen Haotian nodded slightly. He peeled the last egg and put it in Shen Qinghuan's bowl. "I thought you would at least eat outside and find Huanhuan, so I didn't think of your share."

At the dinner table, Li Xiaojie saw that the Shen family's father and daughter had nothing left for herself. For a time, her chest was blocked and she couldn't breathe.

Approaching the summer heat, the imperial capital becomes more and more inflamed and hot.

The master of Fuji xiaolongbao has been paying attention to the white shirt boy at the door for a long time.

Taking advantage of the current business is not busy, he walked over and patted the boy on the shoulder, "classmate. Haven't you had breakfast yet? Why don't you try our steamed buns? "

"No." Lu Ziheng's face is very recognizable in the crowd. Although it is still very beautiful, it is not difficult to see from the outline that his demon and charm will bring disaster to the country, disaster and people in the future, "master. I'm waiting. "

Thinking that Shen Qinghuan would come to pick up his mobile phone later, Lu Ziheng inadvertently hung his head and raised a good-looking arc on his thin lips.

"You child!" The master thought it was hot. Besides, Lu Ziheng was still wearing long sleeves, so he said enthusiastically, "even if you don't eat steamed stuffed buns, come in and wait! There is air conditioning in the room! "

The business of Fuji steamed stuffed bun shop was very good. Lu Ziheng was worried that Shen Qinghuan would have no food when he came, so he booked a cage of small steamed buns filled with beef in advance.

"I'm afraid to wait -" Lu Ziheng shook his head. "When she came, she couldn't find a place."

He stood at the corner of the intersection, so he didn't have to be afraid that she couldn't see it.

As time went by, even when it was about to have lunch, Shen Qinghuan never appeared.

The master's wife looked at the last drawer of small caged bags and was worried about the boys who were stood up at the door.

"It's so hot outside that the child should stop suffering from heatstroke." Said the master's wife.

You can come whatever you say.

Probably because he was exposed to the sun for more than two hours and didn't have breakfast, Lu Ziheng fainted in front of the Fuji xiaolongbao shop.