"Give this bowl to your dad first, then call your brother over for dinner. I'll talk to him about going to the market later."
Normally, she wouldn't let her daughter do even the slightest thing, but now that Wen Xiaojian was injured because of them,
He had no choice but to make Wen Jiaojiao perform well in front of him, to let him know that his daughter, who was not related to him by blood, treated him no worse than his own son, so that he could get more of Wen Zhaoye's property for Wen Jiaojiao in the future.
Wen Jiaojiao took out a pair of chopsticks and placed them on the bowl. Holding the noodles in both hands, she entered the main room and saw Wen Zhaoye shirtless, wearing only a pair of loose-fitting black shorts.
His arms, waist, and abdomen had smooth, strong, and muscular lines, with muscles forged like steel and deeply defined grooves.
Her wet hair was disheveled, dripping water droplets as it rolled down her sexy neck, across her strong chest, and finally disappeared into the edge of her waistband.
Her fair cheeks felt as if they had been burned by fire. Under his deep, cold gaze, she hastily lowered her eyelashes and fled into the inner room, placing the noodles on a high stool beside her, saying:
"Dad, dinner is ready. Taste it and see if it's salty enough. If not, let me know."
Wen Xiaojian nodded happily, his gaze warm as he watched Wen Jiaojiao turn and leave, becoming more and more satisfied with the sight.
Seeing that Wen Zhaoye had completely disappeared after serving the food, Xu Cuifen quickly reached out and grabbed Wen Jiaojiao, who was carrying a bowl and preparing to leave.
He transferred the boiled egg from his bowl to the one in her bowl, which already contained an egg, and said in a deliberately low voice:
"Jiaojiao, hurry up and eat. Finish one before you go to the main room to eat, so that the little donkey boy won't bray anymore."
She never indulged in the luxury of cracking four eggs at once. This time, she only cracked eggs for Wen Jiaojiao because she was afraid that Wen Zhaoye would be home. She was worried that he would see through her and become unhappy.
Wen Jiaojiao decisively put the egg back, carefully protecting the bowl as she hurried towards the main room, afraid that Xu Cuifen would give her another one.
"You can eat it. What's so special about eggs? I don't care."
Her refusal, however, took on a different meaning in Xu Cuifen's eyes.
Her eyes glistened with tears, she sniffed, and raised the back of her hand to press against her eye sockets.
My little Jiaojiao is so sensible; she already knows how to care for her mom.
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