The rich and powerful: the devil's president haunts

Chapter 785
Lu Qianyuan drove for an hour, and when he arrived at a large supermarket in the city, fortunately, the supermarket was still open.

He rarely came to the supermarket, so he was still a little unfamiliar. After searching for a long time, he couldn't find the milk section.

Many people gradually gathered around him, yes, there is a kind of person who shines no matter where he goes, and has a [-]% return rate.

After searching for a while, he saw what he wanted.

His slender fingers slid across the shelf, but he hesitated.

Which one should I buy?
He has no experience with this.

After thinking about it, I decided to call Yan Nuo for 'help'.

"Are you buying milk for your son in the urban area?" Yan Nuo was speechless, "Actually, Lu Qiancheng, if you don't have any at home, it doesn't matter if Yiran doesn't drink it all night..."

"Stop rambling, what brand of milk does your son drink?"

"Oh." Yan Nuo felt a surge of warmth in his heart, paused, and then said, "The milk my son drinks is imported from New Zealand."

Yan Nuo reported the brand of milk, and Lu Qiancheng glanced at the shelves. Sure enough, there was that brand. He reached out and took it down.

"Okay, I found it, let's hang up first."

After speaking, he hung up the phone and ran to the counter to pay.

When the female cashier swiped the card to pay for Lu Qiancheng, she couldn't help but commit a three-second nympho.

When he got home, he ran upstairs to the bedroom to take a look. The light in the room was still on. Under the bright light, Yiran was reading a comic book with great interest.

Lu Qiancheng was glad that he was not asleep yet, he breathed a sigh of relief, and ran to the kitchen again.

He went to the kitchen. Although he bought milk, he didn't know how to make it.

"Well, come here..." Lu Qiancheng stopped a maid casually, "How do you do this?"

"Mr. Lu, let me do it." The maid was about to take the milk bottle in his hand, but he stopped her.

"You can make it however you say, and I'll do it myself." He was quite willing to give it a try and make the first glass of milk for his son.

"Oh..." The maid answered and began to explain to him slowly.

"Mr. Lu, you can pour warm water into the milk bottle first, yes, just go to that scale." The maid stretched out her finger, and Lu Qiancheng did as he did. His movements were even a little clumsy, and he carefully poured it in Water, "And then?"

"Then pour three spoonfuls of milk powder into it."

"It still needs to be shaken."

"..."

Under the guidance of the maid, Third Young Master Lu, who had never made milk before, finally made the milk.

Holding the milk, his expression became much clearer. He took a few steps and walked upstairs.

He pushed open the door, and Yiran looked up in surprise.

"Uncle, are you still asleep?" Yiran raised her eyes and asked.

"Drink the milk." He handed him the bottle, with an unnatural look on his face.

"Uncle, is this the milk you made?" Yiran asked in surprise
"Drink it if you want, what are you doing with all this nonsense?"

Yiran pouted, took the milk, and took a big gulp, "If you made it, I'll thank you..."

Lu Qiancheng's arm stiffened, and the uncomfortable expression on his face became more obvious.

"Go to bed early after drinking milk."

After that, he strode out.

I really don't know, what the hell is he being reserved in front of his son?

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(End of this chapter)