Substitute and White Moonlight Ditto Divorce Variety Show [MTL]

Ch 10

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"What are you doing, you put me down." Qiao Dai, who was vacated with the quilt in the air, exclaimed and stretched out her arms to wrap around his shoulders so as not to fall, and beat the man angrily.

"Jiang Yushen, let me down!"

"You are sick, aren't you?" Qiao Dai really wanted to bite him, because she couldn't see that he was sick before.

Which ex-husband came to his ex-wife's room early in the morning to wake her up, but he didn't think he was carrying her like a cow.

"Brush your teeth." Jiang Yushen ignored her getting up, and put the toothbrush and water cup filled with toothpaste in her hands.

Last night, she was convulsed with stomach pain, so she had to be supervised to get up for breakfast this morning.

"I won't brush, you get out." Qiao Dai, who was dug out of the bed, pushed the toothbrush and water glass forward angrily, expressing her resistance.

"Are you sure you don't want to swipe?"

Qiao Dai stiffened her neck and said stiffly: "If you don't swipe, you have to go out."

Jiang Yu was silent for a moment, and carried the person out: "Then go directly to breakfast , brushing after eating."

Qiao Dai, who was picked up again:! ! !

Get out! ! ! Dead man!

While Qiao Dai was dawdling in the wash, Jiang Yushen, who went downstairs to bring her breakfast, had just reached the stairs when Song Qingzhi suddenly appeared, holding a strawberry to his mouth.

Jiang Yu turned his head deeply, wanting to refuse in disgust, but his behavior uncontrollably lowered his head and bit the strawberry again.

"Is it sweet?" Song Qingzhi smiled softly, and the scent of gardenias blowing towards his face gave Jiang Yu a deep headache, and nausea surged in his stomach.

Jiang Yushen wanted to spit out the strawberries, but what came out of his mouth was: "Sweet."

"As long as Ah Shen likes it." Song Qingzhi didn't notice his physical resistance, and walked towards the restaurant holding his arm, " Thank you Ah Shen for preparing breakfast for me this morning, although oatmeal porridge with candied dates is delicious, I still prefer preserved egg and lean meat porridge." 

With a twitch in his eyebrows, Jiang Yushen pushed her away and walked to the kitchen with a feeling of foreboding. When he saw the empty counter, his cold face was as dark as a frost knife in December.

The cleaned plate of strawberries disappeared, the poached egg whites were thrown into the trash can, and the candied bird's nest porridge was left with only the bottom of the pot. Angrily scolded to the edge of the mouth, and turned into coldness squeezed out from between the teeth: " As long as you like it."

After washing, Qiao Dai came down from the second floor, saw the two people who were in the kitchen, and immediately stepped away.

Lin Xingyao, who was playing games, saw her sharply and said hello, "Sister Qiao, you're awake. I just left you breakfast."

Qiao Dai, who woke up this morning with a stomachache last night, was still a little confused. Dai nodded blankly, came to the dining table, and pulled out the chair.

Only then did I know that the breakfast Lin Xingyao left for her was a basket of steamed buns, a cup of soy milk, and golden crispy fried dough sticks cut into small pieces.

"I don't know what kind of Xiaolongbao sister Qiao likes, so I asked them to prepare stuffed pork, beef, and celery that are not easy to make mistakes." Lin Xingyao, who had eaten breakfast, unceremoniously pulled out a chair beside him. Sit down and point to the introduction of three kinds of Xiaolongbao with different pleat patterns.

"Thank you, I like them all." Qiao Dai took a sip of warm water first, picked up her chopsticks, and decided to start with the beef-filled steamed buns first, and the second with pork and celery stuffing, which seemed to have been left in the cold. 

Lin Xingyao propped his chin with one hand, and smiled a little distressed: "It turns out that sister Qiao doesn't like eating celery stuffing." "

I just don't like eating celery." I don't even like celery.

Just when Qiao Dai stretched out her chopsticks to start her hand at the third Xiaolongbao, the Xiaolongbao in front of her was taken away with the bag and cage, and a bowl of white porridge sprinkled with a few sesame seeds and a glass of milk were handed to her eyes.

"What are you doing?"

Anyone who eats big fish and big meat suddenly changes to vegetables and porridge, will be angry, okay?

Jiang Yushen ignored her anger, straightly pulled away the chair beside her and sat down, squinting at Lin Xingyao who was being courteous beside her: "It's not good to eat too greasy in the morning."