Dressed as a fake young master of a wealthy family

Xu Xiyan raised his head slowly, and everyone was looking at him.

He slowly withdrew his hand, a little embarrassed and flustered.

This egg custard was made by Chen Anyan.

He impatiently ordered another egg custard made by Chen Anyan.

What is it all about!

Xu Xiyan thought, now he must have a poisoned expression.

Qiu Tian even gave him a big white eye, "Didn't you say last time that you were poisoned after eating egg custard made by Brother Anyan?"

It's embarrassing enough, but there are still people making up the knife.

Xu Xiyan stretched out a finger and scratched his head: "Is there?"

Oh, the pot of the original owner.

Xu Xiyan vaguely remembered.

The original owner seemed to deliberately eat allergenic food in order to frame Chen Anyan, and then said that it was Chen Anyan who ate the poison for him.

Later, how did Chen Anyan get the medical report and beat him to death.

Xu Xiyan was very annoyed that the plot would only be remembered when something happened. What kind of book is this?

Did the author of the original book use flashback writing?

But something happened, Xu Xiyan accepted it.

Chen Anyan, take out your medical report card!

He quietly looked at Chen Anyan.

Chen Anyan ate his meal slowly, as if all this had nothing to do with him now, there was a trace of complacency hidden in his indifferent expression.

Xu Xiyan: "?" What are you proud of?Why not act?

Give me a good time!

Chen Anyan turned his head unexpectedly, and the eyes of the two met.

Chen Anyan: "What are you looking at?"

Xu Xiyan calmed down in a panic: "Look at the face."

Qiu Mengwan winked at her younger brother Qiu Jixuan, and Qiu Jixuan glared at Qiu Tian: "Stinky boy eats you, shut up if you can't speak."

Xu Xiyan: "..." It makes sense, if you can't speak, just shut up.

The nanny is also a person with good eyesight, so she immediately smoothed things over: "Second Young Master Qiu, you wait, I'll go and bring it to you."

When the egg custard was served again, Xu Xiyan didn't know what to say.

He really wanted to eat it, if it wasn't for how well Chen Anyan cooked it.

Xu Xiyan is very good at covering up, and those awkward emotions are quickly hidden by him.

After a while, the atmosphere at the dining table became lively again, Xu Xiyan stirred the custard without eating, wondering why Chen Anyan didn't punish him this time.

At this time, Chen Anyan's low voice came from next to his ear: "Don't worry, it's not poisonous."

Tsk, speaking in such a low voice, the mocking tone is still so revealing.

Xu Xiyan calmly scooped a spoonful into his mouth and ate it seriously.

Forget it, the food can't live up to it.

After Qiu Tian finished eating, he sighed, "Brother An Yan's egg custard is really delicious, where did you learn it?"

"Before, my adoptive father loved to eat, so I learned how to cook."

Chen Anyan's adoptive father is a person who pursues the ultimate perfection, and his requirements are all extreme, even for trivial things like making egg custard.

Chen Anyan was recalling the past, and the smell of milk-flavored body lotion entered his nose.

He lowered his eyes, only to see a fluffy chicken coop poking over, and asked him cautiously and expectantly: "Then will you do other things?" Can he eat in the future?

It wasn't until Xu Xiyan finished asking that he realized that the person he was asking was Chen Anyan.

Before Chen Anyan's expression of "Which onion are you?" came out, Xu Xiyan withdrew his head and continued eating wisely.

Just pretend he just farted.

Next, Xu Xiyan worked very, very hard to be a transparent person, concentrating on eating and drinking.

Even if he was sitting next to Chen Anyan, he quickly found a balanced state of mind, allowing himself to stay comfortably.

However, there was still a big knife hanging over his head that he was going to blow out candles with Chen Anyan for a while, and he was still searching for a way in his head.

Xu Changyuan and Qiu Mengwan tried so hard to repair his relationship, maybe they would really bow their heads and let them blow out the candles together.

The meal was finally finished, and there was no way to think of it.

However, salted fish always has a special skill of salted fish, that is, lying flat.

Lying flat, even death, is the most comfortable way to die.

After waiting for a while, the cake was not served, and Chen Anyan didn't mention it. The elders chatted and seemed to have forgotten about it.

Just as Xu Xiyan wanted to breathe a sigh of relief, Xu Changyuan said, "Oh? Why haven't you served the cake yet? I ordered Uncle Zhang to order Li Ji's cake. When An Yan was young, he liked the cake from that shop the most. Every year to eat."

Xu Xiyan glanced at Chen Anyan.

Wannian Ice Sculpture seldom raised the corners of his mouth, and said softly to Xu Changyuan, "Thank you, Dad."

Xu Xiyan could hear that, this time Dad, Chen Anyan yelled very bluntly, just like when he crossed over and called Qiu Mengwan's mother for the first time, he couldn't help but think of those distant and warm family ties, and a kind of gentle affection unconsciously sprouted between the lines, It makes people feel soft.

Although this brand of cake is not very expensive, it must have carried many, many good memories of Chen Anyan.

Otherwise, how could an ice sculpture have feelings.

Uncle Zhang came in, but he didn't hold a cake in his hand, but came in panicked.

Xu Changyuan asked: "Uncle Zhang, where's the cake?"

Uncle Zhang: "Chairman, I went late today and didn't buy anything."

Xu Changyuan's face sank: "Didn't I tell you to go early? The master cake maker in Liji Dessert Shop is getting old, and he won't take orders after [-]:[-] p.m. It doesn't taste like that when made by others. An Yan likes to eat it the most. Master Li personally made the cake."

Uncle Zhang quietly stood there, apologizing non-stop.

Another nanny explained: "Chairman, Uncle Zhang came back at noon to make milk tea for the second young master, so he didn't have time to order it."

Xu Xiyan, who was picked, looked up, and everyone looked at him in unison. If there was energy in their eyes, he would have already bounced off the sky by now.

He remembered that when the nanny called Uncle Zhang at noon today, Uncle Zhang seemed to be scolding him, saying that he was late to buy something that the young master loved, and it turned out that he was going to order a cake.

Xu Xiyan stretched out an index finger and scratched his temples, feeling a little dazed.

The pot hit him off guard.

Inadvertently, he seemed to have messed up Chen Anyan's birthday.

Qiu Mengwan and Xu Changyuan didn't expect this result, and they froze in place.

One has just returned home and still needs warmth, while the other thinks that everything will be lost and is sensitive and suspicious.

How to keep a bowl of water level is really a problem of the century. No wonder young people nowadays don’t want to have a second child.

When the atmosphere was about to collapse, Chen Anyan glanced at the person sitting on pins and needles beside him, and it was rare to see a trace of bewilderment on his lazy face.

Chen Anyan: "It's okay, don't blame him."

The other nanny faltered: "If you want to blame, blame me, don't blame the second young master. The second young master wanted to drink milk tea at noon and said he wanted to make it himself. I was too anxious, so I called Uncle Zhang back, not the second young master. Uncle Zhang is back."

Out of the corner of his eye, Chen Anyan saw someone with exhausted intelligence, turned his head to look at him in disbelief, and then his ears turned red.