Naughty Girl VS Iceberg Prince

the next day.

morning.

Duan Lengyan came back wearing a clean white exercise uniform. As soon as he entered the living room, the smiling little girl ran over like a gust of wind and hugged his arm, "Brother Yan, hurry up and take a shower, breakfast is ready."

breakfast?

"I never eat breakfast." He replied coldly, and went upstairs to wash and change clothes.

"How can you skip breakfast? Grandpa said that people who don't eat breakfast will age prematurely." The little girl murmured, and went to the kitchen to make breakfast.

"Brother Yan has eaten!" The sharp-eyed Tang Youtao dragged Duan Lengyan who seemed about to go out.

"I told you, I never eat breakfast!" Duan Lengyan's handsome face was as cold as ice.

God!

Should he grab her by the collar now and throw her out of his house?

"That was in the past, now that you have Niuniu, you can't skip breakfast!" Tang Youtao aggressively grabbed Duan Lengyan's arm, dragged him to the dining table, and sat on the main seat, "Zimi Heye Porridge, fragrant and refreshing, it is very appetizing to drink in the morning!"

Regardless of Duan Lengyan's awkward expression, she stuffed the spoon into Duan Lengyan's hand.

Duan Lengyan originally wanted to fight the case and leave, but who knew, the aroma of the purple rice and lotus leaf porridge rushed into his nostrils, coupled with the delicious appetizers in front of him, his stomach unexpectedly He cooed uncontrollably.

"Brother Yan, eat soon." Tang Youtao was already excited and started.

Seeing how sweet she was eating, he involuntarily took a spoonful and put it into his mouth.

The faint aroma of lotus leaves and the fragrance of purple rice gradually spread between the lips and teeth, warming from the throat to the stomach.

"Is it good?" Tang Youtao tilted his head, his shining eyes looked at him hopefully.

He lowered his eyes and said nothing, just sipped the rice in the bowl carefully.

This was the first time someone cooked him a hot breakfast since he was ten years old.

And that person is actually a passer-by whom he has known for less than a day, how ironic!

Feeling the unusual breath, Tang Youtao lowered his head a little lower than Duan Lengyan, and looked at his face from under the bottom of his tiny remains.

The purpose of entering is sad bleakness and loneliness.

My heart hurts inexplicably.

She put down the spoon in her hand, put her right hand on his left, and said softly: "Brother Yan, don't be unhappy, no one loves you, Niuniu loves you, from now on Niuniu will make you breakfast every day."

Unaccustomed to being too close, he shook her hand away, but he didn't speak ill again, just surprised at her sensitivity and cleverness.

"How do you know that no one cares about me?" He finally couldn't help asking.

Is there something written on his face?

"You can tell by looking at your kitchen!" She shrugged, "It looks like you haven't cooked in 800 years."

He didn't ask any more questions, but lowered his head again, and drank the porridge in the bowl in one gulp.

"I'll do it." He pressed Tang Youtao's hand that was about to clean up the dishes, and put all the dishes on the dining table into the sink.

He carefully touched the bowls and chopsticks under the water pipe, Tang Youtao leaned aside and watched him intently.