Uncle Ye: Maybe tomorrow

Xiye doesn't like turning on the camera.

He always felt, well, uncomfortable.

The child wrinkled his nose, and turned a blind eye to the robots who were begging for the camera in the live broadcast room. After the poor robots frantically swiped presents, the child finally found out with conscience...and turned on...the microphone.

The robots expressed their satisfaction!

Xiye is in solo queue in Hanbok.

How can a child who looks obedient be so fierce in the game.

While queuing up, mystic turned around in his chair, resting his chin, looking at Xi Ye, puzzled.

Xiye was used to ignoring him.

LeBlanc in the game was a wave in a wave, and finally killed himself in a wave.

Xi Ye was so angry: my murder book ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

Mystic gloated excitedly: "Perfect, perfect!"

Xi Ye slapped him angrily.

Mystic rubbed his thigh, staring at Xiye.

Xiye stared back unceremoniously.

The two of them competed with each other for five seconds, and Xiye turned his eyes away.

What a fool!

Xiye has black lines all over her head.

Together with this sbad, my IQ has dropped.

Xiye thought angrily.

It didn't take long for sbad to become restless again.

"Hungry, hungry!"

Mystic put his legs on the Xiye chair as if he had no bones, lazily and vilely shouting that he was hungry.

Xiye turned a blind eye to someone's feet on her body, her face expressionless.

Mystic posted on Weibo aggrieved: "haoehaoehaoehaoehaoe..."

Sure enough, a reply was received very quickly.

Mystic reads the words carefully and conscientiously.

"Xiye, Xiye fried rice."

Eyes lit up, mystic quickly put away the phone, and his claws stretched out to Xiye.

"Xi Ye Xi Ye, go fried rice"

"No."

"You fried rice for me. Xiye Xiye."

Xiye rolled his eyes at him, you are dreaming, ignore him.

Mystic drooped her hair and tweeted: Xiye won't make fried rice for me.

In a few minutes,

"Hungry, hungry, hungry! Ahhhhhh!!!"

The hungry and crazy Mystic stood up restlessly, shaking Xiye's chair frantically.

Xiye swayed left and right.

Well, he's hungry too.

takeout?I do not want to eat.

Xiye thought about it and then got up and walked towards the kitchen.

Mystic's eyes lit up, and he followed in.

There was still a lot of rice left at noon, so Xiye took out the eggs.

Mystic followed behind, "Me, crack eggs?"

Xiye glanced at him and gave him the seat.

Mystic took the eggs and found a white bowl with beautiful blue patterns on it.

Mystic was beating eggs with chopsticks, while Xiye was chopping vegetables, including shallots, radishes, cucumbers, ham, and so on.

Mystic beat the eggs with a bowl, and looked at Xi Ye unconsciously.

Xiye lowered her head, one side of her irregular bangs slightly covered her eyes.

By coincidence, mystic walked over, gently plucked Xiye's bangs, and at the end, touched Xiye's eyes.

Xiye was really startled, her hand trembled, and she almost cut off her finger.

"Sbad, you're retarded!" Xi Ye said angrily.

Mystic showed a mentally retarded smile.

Xiye ignored him, lit a fire and heated up oil.

It wasn't until the eggs were laid that Xiye discovered the problem.

There are only three eggs in this sbad, which is only enough for the two of them to eat.

Xiye looked at him speechlessly: "Why three?"

Mystic was stunned, looking at the eggs in the bowl, and then at Xiye.

"Forgot, didn't pay attention..."

Xiye, who really didn't know how to despise him, rolled her eyes helplessly, and took it.

When the hot oil is poured in, the egg liquid makes a "crackling" sound.

Xiye stir-fried carefully, but hot oil still splashed on his arms.

The child pouted, helplessly.

Mystic stared at him blankly, lost in thought.

The kitchen is small in size, with the fragrance of food and the warm yellow lights.

Mystic murmured unconsciously: "Mom..."

Xiye looked at him in horror.

Only then did Mystic realize what he had said, and hurriedly explained: "No, I thought of my mother when I saw your fried rice..."

Xiye looked at him even more strangely.

Mystic gave up on explaining, what am I talking about...

Xiye turned off the fire and started serving rice.

"Go ask and see who wants to eat."

Mystic happily ran out.

Looking at his mentally retarded posture, Xiye scolded in a low voice: "md is mentally retarded!"

When mystic came back, he saw the little child, carrying a small stool, sitting next to a small table, holding a small spoon, plucking water from a big white porcelain bowl. meal……

Mystic: ...

"Why don't you go out to eat?"

"Too lazy to move." The child said arrogantly without raising his head.

So, how lazy you are, mystic helpless.

Then, imitating the appearance of a child, moving a small bench, sitting next to that small table, holding a small spoon, and picking rice from a big white porcelain bowl...

When Condidi sprinted for [-] meters, he almost stopped and bumped into him. When he was glared at by two people, Condidi felt aggrieved: "You two are not using the big table outside, why do you have to squeeze in this small table?"

"Too lazy to move." Xiye and Mystic said arrogantly without raising their heads.

Condidi ran out with the bowl, and when he reached the door, he turned around and smiled: "Two mentally retarded, hehehe."

Xiye was furious, and slapped the table fiercely: "CAO!!! Don't you dare to scold me while eating the meal made by my young master, and give me back my meal, your sister, no, you don't have a sister !"

Mystic patted the child on the shoulder to comfort the runaway child, and stuffed a large spoonful of rice into the child's mouth as if coaxing the child.

The kid looks so cute with puffed cheeks.

Mystic smiled like a mentally retarded man.

Xiye looked at him with disgust, then suddenly found a problem.

that spoon...

Xiye suddenly blushed.

Before Mystic could react, he was eating fried rice with a happy face.

Good, delicious, delicious, very tasty.

Mystic smiled silly.

After all, in one's lifetime, the chance to eat Xiye Fried Rice is simply too rare!

Even after they lived together day and night and breathed each other, which they didn't know, Xiye seldom cooks, and most of the time he obediently cooks for the child...

Mystic thought flatteredly: "Xiye is really the best to me!", took out his phone and wanted to post on Weibo.

Xiye quickly snatched it away.

"Don't send it!" The child glared at him fiercely.

Mystic is puzzled: "Why?"

The child blushed, "It's just not allowed!"

Facing mystic's puzzled gaze, Xiye's eyes wandered around looking for topics, yes, eggs.

The child pulled out the bowl, pretending to complain: "There are so few eggs", and at the same time glaring at the person opposite: "It's all your fault, there are only three eggs."

Mystic felt guilty in an instant.

Well, he was so dazed watching Xiye that he completely forgot about the eggs.

With a flattering smirk, he picked out the eggs from his own bowl and sent them all to Xiye's bowl.

Looking at the extra yellow eggs in the bowl out of thin air, Xiye lowered her head slightly.

He wanted to laugh very much, wanted to laugh very much, wanted to laugh very much, and filled his heart with joy, he stuffed a large spoonful of fried rice into his mouth, and the child blushed from holding back.

Mystic didn't have the nerve to look up, after all, Mystic felt so ashamed to see a person see a god.

The overflowing aroma of food, the silent two people, the warm yellow lights, the warm atmosphere, everything is beautiful.