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"I was quarreled by you."

Xia Jiaoyang smiled 'hehe', stuck out his tongue a little embarrassedly, "Did it bother you? Then I'll be lighter next time."

In fact, not long after Xia Jiaoyang woke up, Lu Ling woke up. He sat on the bed and listened to Xia Jiaoyang's movements outside. He knew that she had turned on the refrigerator, filled the water, and then lit the fire. Later, he heard the sound of chopping vegetables. From these voices, Lu Ling could distinguish every movement and every step of Xia Jiaoyang.

She is making breakfast.

The last time in the supermarket, Lu Ling was provoked by Xia Jiaoyang's behavior of making soup for Lu Chen's hands. After returning home, he didn't know what happened. He acted like a demon and spent money to get a lot of women to cook for him.

There are many hosts of food shows among them, but Lu Ling just took a look at the food they made, and he no longer has the appetite.

It's not that the dishes are not good enough or delicious enough, but because Xia Jiaoyang didn't cook them.

How good does it feel now?

Fortunately, Lu Ling has the idea of ​​living here forever.

This was destined to be an unusual morning for Lu Ling. Xia Jiaoyang woke up from his arms, cooked him breakfast, and heard Xia Jiaoyang making ding-ding-dong-dong sounds in the kitchen...

Lu Ling only felt how boring his life in the past 28 years was.

"No need." The corner of Lu Ling's lips curled up, and the epiphyllum-like smile was a bit obvious.

"Do you want to get up for dinner? Or should I bring it to you?" Xia Jiaoyang was in a good mood and smiled.

Lu Ling: "Well, help me up, let's go to the restaurant." On such a morning, you should have breakfast with her at the dining table, savoring the porridge she made by herself.

Lu Ling came from a family, so even if he was unwell, he had to pay a lot of attention. Xia Jiaoyang first took care of Lu Ling's dressing, washing and tidying up, and then helped Lu Ling to the restaurant.

After a lot of tossing and turning, it took a lot of time, but at this time the temperature of the porridge was just right, Xia Jiaoyang scooped up a spoonful of lukewarm porridge and put it into her mouth, the soft and glutinous rice fragrance made her squint her eyes comfortably.

"Is it delicious?" Xia Jiaoyang looked at Lu Ling expectantly, begging for praise and affirmation.

In fact, the breakfast was very ordinary, just plain porridge and side dishes, but because it was made by Xia Jiaoyang, Lu Ling found it extremely delicious.

He chewed the porridge slowly, looked at Xia Jiaoyang's deer-like eyes, and turned the tip of his tongue, but the words he said ran counter to his current mood.

"Well, it's okay." Lu Ling raised his eyebrows and said in a calm voice.

Lu Ling's evaluation was actually expected by Xia Jiaoyang. Xia Jiaoyang knew Zhang Ma's cooking skills. Even though she was used to state banquets since she was a child, she had to admit that Zhang Ma did cook well. From snack to adult, he didn't say that the porridge he cooked was bad, Xia Jiaoyang felt that Lu Ling was actually saving face for her.

But he couldn't help feeling a little disappointed in his heart. Xia Jiaoyang looked at Lu Ling, pouted unhappily, and now he was no longer in the good mood to eat breakfast, and drank the porridge one by one, listlessly.

"I'm teasing you, it's actually not bad." Lu Ling saw Xia Jiaoyang's reaction, and thought she was really cute. It turns out that the proud and capable Xia Er is just a child, and he will be overwhelmed by his comments. uncertain.

Seeing that Xia Jiaoyang still ignored him, Lu Ling smiled and pushed the empty bowl over, "Is there any more? Give me another bowl."

Hearing what Lu Ling said, Xia Jiaoyang's complexion improved, and he smiled again, took Lu Ling's empty bowl, and happily went to the kitchen.