Living in an apartment: Only children make choices.

next morning.

Lin Yun stretched and woke up from his dream, only to find himself tightly bound by Yingying's nine fluffy tails.

Lin Yun sighed, then spoke.

"I was wondering why it was so hot in the middle of the night last night."

"Yingying, let go of me, I have to go downstairs."

Yingying opened her eyes groggily and pulled her tail back.

"Master, I'll sleep a little longer..."

Lin Yun covered himself up and began to speak.

"Go to sleep. When you wake up, come to my side and let me know."

Yingying hummed in agreement, then closed her eyes.

When Lin Yun arrived at the living room on the first floor, the first thing he saw was Zhuge Dali practicing Bajiquan.

Zhuge Dali was really persistent in this regard. Several times when Lin Yun got up early and saw her, she was practicing Bajiquan.

After seeing Lin Yun come downstairs, Zhuge Dali said while practicing his boxing.

"Grandpa and Grandma are taking a walk in the courtyard. My mom hasn't gotten up yet."

Lin Yun paused for a moment, then said regretfully.

"Pity!"

"If I wasn't worried about the inconvenience, I would have given her a can of iced Coke."

"The kind of thing where you throw her into her blankets..."

Zhuge Dali said in a very serious tone.

28 "Believe me, she will definitely kill you!"

"My mother has a very bad temper when she wakes up."

Lin Yun spoke up.

"Morning grumpiness?"

"Most of the morning grumpiness is actually caused by low blood sugar."

"A little conditioning will do the trick."

Before long, breakfast was ready: a simple clay pot porridge with some fine pickled vegetables.

Compared to the delicacies of last night, the simple congee in a clay pot this morning is clearly more comforting.

Zhuge Dali spoke as she drank her porridge.

"I remember seeing it in a video last time."

"Some people say that Chinese people's breakfast consists of white porridge, steamed buns, and fried dough sticks."

"We don't have Western food, but bread and milk are nutritious. We should encourage all Chinese people to learn from Westerners."

Zhuge Ke spoke up.

"This porridge has no nutritional value?"

"This contains scallops, fish maw, and abalone..."

Zhuge Dali spoke up.

"What I mean is that what this so-called expert said is unscientific."

"He didn't analyze the specific problems in a specific way at all."

"It's like planting corn everywhere without distinguishing right from wrong."

Lin Yun spoke up.

"Actually, it's mainly bread and milk, this combination..."

"Some people just can't eat that much."

“For example, Weiwei ate too much bread in the morning, and then her stomach started to reflux acid.”

"And she also has some lactose intolerance..."

Zhuge Dasheng spoke.

"Actually, I'm also lactose intolerant, so I drink soy milk every morning."

Li Meitong spoke first.

"Those foreigners are really quite impressive."

"It's one thing to eat oily food every day, but I heard they drink ice water every day too."

"Sometimes she even exposes her calves in winter, and she doesn't even take postpartum care after giving birth!"

"This is clearly a racial advantage!"

Just then, Zhuge Dali suddenly spoke up.

"Grandma, you're really wrong about that!"

Do you know how expensive painkillers are abroad?

"Foreigners, especially women, often experience knee pain or joint pain as they get older."

"However, they believe that this pain is a hereditary disease and do not admit that it is caused by them not wearing enough clothes when they were young and getting cold."

Lin Yun paused for a moment, then began to recall.

"Hey! Now that I hear what Lili said, it seems that in many Western movies, the characters rely on painkillers to barely fall asleep."

Zhuge Dali nodded and said.

"That's right!"

"Therefore, even advanced countries can have backward ideas."

"A backward country is not necessarily one with backward ideas."

After having breakfast, Zhuge Dasheng drove the two elders home.

Lin Yun then drove Zhuge Dali towards the firm.

On the way, Zhuge Dali and Lin Yun chatted idly.

As they chatted, Zhuge Dali naturally asked a question.

What kind of girl does Lin Yun like?

Lin Yun said as he drove.

"To be honest, if someone else asked me, I would definitely answer."

"What do you mean by 'getting along well' or 'first impression'? "

"But if you asked, then I'll tell you the truth!"

"A girl who is good-looking and has a good figure!"

Zhuge Dali pressed for an answer.

"What if we disregard appearance and physique?"

Lin Yun said very seriously.

"If we disregard looks and figure, we guys don't like girls."

Zhuge Dali was about to say something, but then she realized that the more she thought about Lin Yun's words, the more reasonable they seemed.

"Lin Yun, your answer makes perfect sense!"

"It even contains philosophical elements..."

Lin Yun spoke up.

"I'm telling the truth!"

I don't know what others think.

"That's always been my opinion."

During the conversation, Lin Yun had already parked the car in front of the firm.

The two chatted as they walked into the elevator.

Just then, Lin Yun's phone suddenly rang.

Lin Yun answered the call and spoke quickly.

"Get in the elevator, we'll talk when we get out!"

Zhuge Dali asked curiously.

"Who?"

Is that my mother?

Lin Yun shook his head and said.

"No, it's Lin Miaomiao."

"It's curry sauce's best friend."

"Calling so early, I wonder what's going on."

Zhuge Dali spoke up.

"Maybe you're planning to ask me out at 7:47 this afternoon?"

Lin Yun spoke up.

"She's overthinking it."

"I've already planned out what I need to do this afternoon."

No one is allowed to cut in line.