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Chapter 25 A bowl of hot porridge

Boom boom boom!

A knock on the door made Mu Qingcheng, who had just woken up, frown slightly.

Who would knock on her door so early in the morning?

Not many people knew that she lived here, and her parents would not come here so early in the morning.

Salted fish?

That's impossible.

Mu Xueer?

Wasn't that guy drunk and dizzy?

Look to the right?

That guy is a real possibility.

When she thought that it might be Gu You, Mu Qingcheng's already unhappy mood became even worse.

She didn't want to see him now.

"coming."

However, when she opened the door and saw who was knocking, the grumpiness and unhappiness on her face disappeared in an instant.

Instead, there was a touch of surprise and joy: "Xiao Qi, why are you here?"

"No, why did you come to my place so early in the morning?"

That’s right, the person who knocked on her door was neither Mu Xueer, nor Gu You, nor Xianyu.

But it was her beloved daughter, Xiaoqi.

At this time, Xiaoqi was wearing a sports suit, his red little face was covered with sweat, even his hair was soaked with sweat, and he was holding a small basket in his hand.

"Mom, have breakfast."

Seeing Mu Qingcheng open the door, Xiao Qi handed her the small basket with a smile.

Mu Qingcheng's eyes moved slightly, she squatted down, took the small basket, and before she opened it, she smelled a fragrance wafting out.

Mu Qingcheng opened it and saw a bowl of steaming and fragrant lean meat porridge.

There was also milk, eggs and a few peeled and chopped apples.

Mu Qingcheng looked puzzled. She couldn't help but ask, "Xiao Qi, did your father ask you to send this over?"

"No."

Xiao Qi's words broke Mu Qingcheng's fantasy.

Mu Qingcheng laughed at herself in her heart: How could that salted fish let her daughter bring her breakfast if she hated her so much?

Besides, if he really wanted to send it, why let his daughter do it? Couldn't he do it himself?

"Then these are..."

Xiao Qi: "This is the breakfast Xiao Qi gave to mom!"

Mu Qingcheng: "Then Xiaoqi, how did you know that mom didn't have breakfast?"

"Because just now when Xiao Qi and Dad went for a morning run, when Xiao Qi and Dad were chatting, Dad mentioned that you always skip breakfast, Mom."

"But Dad taught Xiao Qi that a person must eat breakfast, otherwise it is not good for the stomach. So when Xiao Qi saw that there was extra breakfast at home, he brought it to Mom."

Listening to Xiao Qi's words, Mu Qingcheng raised her eyebrows slightly. Logically speaking, Qin Chuyu and Xiao Qi have lived together for such a long time, it is impossible for her not to know the two of them's appetite, and it should be unlikely that she would make extra breakfast.

And how could it be such a coincidence that there was an extra breakfast?

This salted fish is really weird!

For a moment, Mu Qingcheng felt neither amused nor helpless.

Mu Qingcheng took the basket, touched Xiaoqi's little head, smiled gently and said, "Then mommy thanks Xiaoqi. Xiaoqi is so nice."

"You're welcome, Mom. Just remember to eat breakfast."

"Then Xiao Qi went downstairs. Xiao Qi didn't have breakfast either. If Dad comes back and sees that Xiao Qi didn't have breakfast, he will also say something to Xiao Qi."

Mu Qingcheng was a little surprised: "Is your father out?"

Xiao Qi nodded: "Yes, Daddy went out after exercising with Xiao Qi."

"Ah? Xiaoqi, did you climb up the stairs?"

When she thought of this, Mu Qingcheng wanted to tear the salted fish into pieces.

You know, with Xiaoqi's height, he can't reach the floor.

Moreover, this is the eighteenth floor!

If he climbs up like this, he's going to tire his precious daughter to death!

"no no!"

Xiao Qi quickly waved his hands and said, "Dad only left after sending Xiao Ming and me back."

"After Xiao Qi returned home, he saw that there was some extra breakfast on the table, so he packed it up for his mother."

Xiao Qi's words further confirmed Mu Qingcheng's thoughts.

So Mu Qingcheng asked, "Xiao Qi, where is your father? Is he so confident that you can stay home alone?"

Xiao Qi thought for a moment and said, "I don't know. Dad didn't tell Xiao Qi. But it's okay. Xiao Ming and I can take care of ourselves at home."

Hearing this, Mu Qingcheng was happy that her daughter was sensible, but at the same time she was sad that she was so sensible.

Especially when she heard that Xiaoqi often took the elevator alone in the past, she felt even worse.

"Xiao Qi, did you often stay alone at home in the past?" Mu Qingcheng asked, trying to suppress the sourness in her nose.

"It's okay, it just happens sometimes."

"What about Dad?"

"Dad has to go to work and earn money to support Xiaoming and me and keep us from going hungry, so sometimes he has to be gone for a long time, and Xiaoming, me and Aunt Yuting are the only ones left at home."

Hearing this, Mu Qingcheng couldn't hold it in any longer. A tear gathered in the corner of her eyes.

She quickly raised her head and looked upward at a 45-degree angle, thus preventing the tear from falling.

Xiaoqi's childish and innocent words revealed how difficult it was for Qin Chuyu to raise her. He often had to leave the two little ones at home and go out to work hard to support his daughter.

No wonder that salted fish still has such a big opinion of himself until now.

If this happened to her, her resentment would probably be enough to kill ten evil sword immortals!

If he had not been so stubborn, or had not said those words, perhaps he and Xiaoqi would not have to live that kind of life.

"Then bye mom, Xiao Qi is going back."

Seeing Xiao Qi was about to go down the stairs by herself, Mu Qingcheng quickly stopped her: "Xiao Qi, let mom take you home. It's not safe for you to go down the stairs alone."

Xiao Qi shook her head and said with a smile, "It's okay, Mom. Xiao Qi is really good at climbing stairs! Xiao Qi once tried to climb seven flights of stairs by herself!"

"Later, my father stopped letting me climb. He only let me climb three floors at most and didn't allow me to climb high floors casually, otherwise he would spank me."

Xiaoqi, please stop talking. If you continue, I’m afraid I can’t take it anymore.

Mu Qingcheng suppressed the unpleasant feeling in her heart, picked up Xiao Qi, forced a smile on her pretty face, and said, "It's okay, let mom take Xiao Qi back. Mom is worried about Xiao Qi climbing the stairs alone."

"Okay then, thank you for your hard work, Mom!"

Boo!

As he said that, Xiao Qi kissed Mu Qingcheng on the pretty face.

Mu Qingcheng's heart was almost softened, and she took the opportunity to kiss her daughter's chubby little face.

"Oh my! Mom, Xiaoqi's face is all sweaty! Dirty!"

"It's okay, mom doesn't mind!"

"Come, let mom wipe your sweat."

"Yeah, thank you, mom."

"...Xiao Qi, can you please not thank your mother in the future? That's what a mother should do."

"Eh? But Daddy said that Xiaoqi should be polite!"

"That's for outsiders, and mom is not an outsider, got it?"

"Yeah, Xiao Qi got it."

After sending Xiao Qi back to the seventeenth floor, Mu Qingcheng returned to her residence and looked at the bowl of lean meat porridge with a complicated look in her eyes.

Six years ago, when she had stomach problems, she used salted fish to make porridge for herself every day.

It seems that after he came to take care of me, my stomach problems have rarely recurred.

My stomach problem was so easy to cure.

As for why this damn stomach problem still exists, it’s entirely Mu Qingcheng’s own fault.

After Qin Chuyu took her daughter away, Mu Qingcheng devoted herself wholeheartedly to her career, and naturally had more social engagements.

Many times she didn't have time to eat breakfast or, like last night, she drank without eating anything.

With such mess, even if I didn't have stomach problems before, I would have developed them now, not to mention she did.

Mu Qingcheng scooped up some hot porridge with a spoon, blew on it near her lips, and then put it into her mouth.

Savoring the taste that was almost exactly the same as six years ago, Mu Qingcheng covered her forehead with one hand and drank the porridge with a spoon with the other.

The expression on that beautiful, cold face was calm and indifferent, just like usual.

Only those beautiful eyes seemed not as cold as before.