Lu Shiyan's face was not very good: "Have you always done it before?"

Lu Xinian nodded: "It tastes okay, my sister likes it."

Lu Shiyan felt a lump in his chest. It was only the third month since Wang Lizhu came home. During the first month, he was there. Although he felt that Wang Lizhu's cooking was average, she was hardworking and was nice to the children, so he kept her.

The next month he went to City A to carry out a mission and was away from home for a month.

After completing the mission in the third month, I went back home and stayed with Gu Qingcheng.

I originally thought it was just my poor craftsmanship, but now it seems that I have been so lazy!

Lu Shiyan's face was filled with anger, and he could not tolerate this.

"I'll tell her later that you don't have to come anymore."

The person she was referring to was naturally Wang Lizhu.

Gu Qingcheng also quickly took the child down at this time. Lu Xi Nian was only seven years old! If this were in modern times, some seven-year-old children would be naughty and chase after food, but he could do it!

This is too precocious.

Gu Qingcheng felt sad for some reason. She carried Lu Xinian to the dining table and said, "Xinian, you don't have to get up so early in the future. Auntie said she would cook for you, including breakfast. If you cook it yourself, Auntie will be unhappy."

After what happened at the train station last time and the past two days of getting along, Lu Xinian instinctively felt that Gu Qingcheng was a good person.

She looked very kind at first glance, and Lu Xinian didn't want to upset her, so he nodded obediently.

Gu Qingcheng then returned to the kitchen with satisfaction and started cooking. She looked around and found that Lu Xinian had actually prepared a rough breakfast!

After taking a few bites, it tasted pretty good, much better than the "mud" made by Wang Lizhu!

He’s only seven years old!

Gu Qingcheng felt more and more emotional and turned on the gas stove to prepare breakfast.

She is very skilled at cooking and soon a fragrant aroma wafts through the air.

Suddenly!

A small cannonball rushed out and hugged Gu Qingcheng's legs.

"Pretty auntie smells so good. Mengmeng is hungry."