Chapter 169

For a time, Shiyuan was offered as a mascot.

She doesn't have to do any work. She just follows the young master. When the young master wants to make trouble, she snorts. Then the little guy who still stares and picks eyebrows in the last second immediately stops cooking.

Better than a tranquilizer!

At eight o'clock in the morning, in the dining room with soft light, father and son are enjoying their breakfast leisurely while chatting with each other.

"I asked someone to contact the best school in H city and send you to school in a week. You should be ready to have a good look at the books sent by the original special aid, so as not to make the entrance examination too humiliating."

go to school? No, he doesn't have any interest in those dull and stupid textbooks.

Xiaoman picks an eyebrow and carelessly says, "let's talk about it in a week."

At that time, it's hard to say whether he's in or not. According to the gambling agreement, if he wins, he's not qualified to yell at him. He's in charge of his life.

He dug half a mouthful of egg soup with a silver spoon and put it into his mouth. Looking at the door, he frowned slightly. Why didn't he come? He got up early in the morning to watch the live broadcast of Shiyuan's reunion with the old man many years later!

Nan Yan frowned, "what are you looking at?"

The little guy shook his head. "No." He answered perfunctorily, then buried his head and carelessly pounded half of the sausage on the plate.

At the door, the long-awaited sound finally rang out.

Xiaoman raised his head and saw the comer. His eyes were shining. Just now, his face was as white as a withered flower. Suddenly, he waved eagerly like a flower in the rain after a long drought

Shiyuan took her skirt and moved to them.

"How did you come?" Xiaoman duzui, he's in a hurry.

"Overslept." The corners of her mouth were barely visible and slightly puffed.

Black line, she had insomnia all night last night! My eyes are still red and swollen, and my brain is crazy. I can't help but think of the day when the accident happened in Australia seven years ago, just like what happened yesterday

Ten kite sweat, very sweat, Lushan waterfall sweat!

Nan Yan cold hum a, sharp vision stares directly at her eyes, red and swollen eyes have no black frame glasses cover, more and more have no place to escape to burst out.

"I'll be late for work the next day, Chen Bo. I'll deduct her bonus this month." The tone was cold.

Chen Bohan, "yes, young master."

"Well, I think she did a good job. Grandpa Chen, double her bonus this month!" The battle is relative.

Chen Bo was sweating wildly and ran away pretending not to hear him.

Xiaoman frowned angrily. Shiyuan raised his eyebrows and looked thoughtfully at the white porcelain cups of different sizes. All of these... An idea flashed by. The color of his eyes was clear in a moment. A bad smile came from the corner of his lips, and his slender fingers pointed directly at one of the small cups.

"Is that a bullwhip?" Blinking puzzled, hungry eyes.

"It's deer whip." Chef Yan Kuang explained.

As soon as the man's face froze, an ominous premonition passed in his heart. As expected, he heard it——

"Wow, it's so big!" wonder.

The next second, I suddenly realized what I thought. I turned my face and looked at him sincerely, saying: "Mr. Nan, it's useless. It's a hardware problem, it's a hard wound! Even if you eat more, it won't help... Ah, what did I say? Mr. Huo, I'm sorry! "

A small face with heavy make-up nervously looks at the man in the first place. Between the lines, all of them imply that the man's function is not good!

Nan Yan's face suddenly turns blue.

Xiaoman glances at the pile of tonic soup in surprise, I paste it, won't it?! Looked at the man, looked at the woman, blinked, "you?"

What happened that he didn't know?

Excited!

For a moment, the expression of all the people in the dining room was very strange. Nan Yan, who was sitting on the main seat, clearly felt a series of sympathetic eyes shooting at him. His face was as black as Bao Zheng. His fists clenched under the table and made a "cluck" sound.

Forbearance and forbearance, just press down to rush to crush to death her impulse. It was like seeing a Tuo Xiang's expression at dinner, which made people's guess more realistic.

My God, the young master can't!

What a pity.

There's something better than me at last!

Poked the hornet's nest, the litigant actually appears as if nothing had happened, composes incomparably. Shiyuan stood behind her son. As soon as she lowered her head, she saw him winking at her. She didn't know what was going on in YY's mind. The pair of bright moves sent out dazzling lights.

Hum, how many hairs does this boy have? She doesn't know?

With the silver chopsticks in her hand, she reaches for the vegetable and fruit plate, holds a chopstick of raw carrot silk, and gently puts it on his plate.

"Eat more carrots, can supplement vitamin C and carotene, you see you nearly seven years old, still so short, this is the end of picky food."

Her son, it's just that life is so smooth and abusive!

Xiaoman stares at the orange red ball in the white plate, and his facial features turn into a ball.

If you ask: what's the worst dish in the world?

He would say without hesitation, carrot.

What's worse than carrots?

A: raw carrots!

I'm sorry, I'm wrong! Ten kites don't care. He then looks at Nan Yan with the eyes like asking for help, and Nan Yan doesn't care. Not to mention that he doesn't think his son is so short that he can't even reach his thighs.

This guy won't be a dwarf in the future, will he?

Damn it! Xiaoman snorted heavily, put the disgusting thing into his mouth, and swallowed it without chewing.

The woman looked at it with a smile and picked up a big chopstick. The smile on her face was especially warm and kind. "Come on, have some more."

Xiaoman wants to cry without tears.

Nan Yan looks at the interaction between the two people without expression, his eyes gradually narrowed, and asks: "did you not have enough to eat before? Why are you so short? "

"Er..." Xiaoman nods. He dares to say he is short. Don't you know he hates people saying he is short? Hum hum!

The little guy was so angry that the calculation in his eyes flashed quickly. He added: "I usually eat takeout."

The man frowned“ No one's cooking for you? "

The little guy smashed his mouth, frowned and puzzled, "well, how to say pinch? When adults are busy, they don't have time to cook, and none of them cook delicious food. It's like people who can't sing with five tones. They are naturally short of that tendon. So, in recent years, I basically survived by eating takeout."

Aidi once whispered to him that even pigs might not be able to eat the dishes made by Shiyuan. Now the pig also has taste, is no longer a thing to eat.

Who is Aidi?

His godfather died in a car accident three years ago.

"Unreasonable." The man snorted again.

What's the use of a woman who can't even cook?

Shiyuan squints, hangs his head and grins his teeth.

Xiaoman's face is full of schadenfreude, you are finished, and your soul is weak! That pair of peach petal like eyes, unabashedly excited. Shiyuan raised her head, reached out her hand gracefully, picked up a cup of soup, and slowly pushed it to the man's table.