flirt with a rich man

Cooking for Yiming is a habit that cannot be let go. He specially got up early in the morning and said to the busy people in the kitchen: "You don't have to get up so early every day, I make breakfast very quickly." Thinking about it, I think it is not correct. He added, "Three meals a day are fast."

All in all, Hou Hao has been so good these days that his scalp tingles, and the dissatisfaction or anger in his heart ran away inexplicably and embarrassingly. If it was still the same as before, he would still feel more comfortable. Then Hou Hao took out the blade again, and he would continue to draw, but now the other party let you find no faults, as if immersed in the joy of cooking for them, his eyes turned into 'puchi' when his anger met the water, all of them Mom slipped away.

There is also a sense of novelty that Yang Bailao brought Xi'er to oppress Huang Shiren...

But he refuses to accept, since you are willing, then keep doing it.

"It's almost Chinese New Year, practice your skills, otherwise how will you prepare for the New Year's Eve dinner?" Hou Hao said.

Hearing this, Xiao Zhuo reached out and clasped the door frame tightly, stood there for a long time, and said in a muffled voice, "Yiming and I are going to Zhang Kai's house to celebrate the New Year."

It was clear that the frying stopped and was flipped over a few seconds later.

"Well, we should go."

Hou Hao gasped, smelling like eggs, "I'm not sure if I'm in the country."

They haven't felt embarrassed for a long time, Xiao Zhuo scratched his hair and went upstairs to wake the child up, Yiming sat at the table with his head tilted, seeing that today's fried eggs were in the shape of a heart, "Wow, Uncle Hou, you are really amazing, yesterday was Like a star."

"I'll make you a moon shape tomorrow."

"Then the day after tomorrow, can you make durian-shaped ones?"

"..." Hou Hao pretended not to hear, and turned to Xiao Zhuo, "Did you like durian when you were young?"

Xiao Zhuo glanced at him and said awkwardly, "I don't like it."

Unable to understand the adult's conversation, Yiming puffed up his cheeks to watch the heart-shaped fried egg, and suddenly his nose turned red, feeling very wronged, "Dad, I am reluctant to eat it, it looks so good."

What a ghost it looks, isn’t it just made of a mold, Xiao Zhuo stepped forward with his chopsticks and clamped it hard, the heart was divided into two irregular halves, he stroked Yiming’s hair and said, “It’s not so good now, let’s eat.”

Dad, how are you...

He didn't dare to say it, he ate the fried egg with his mouth flat, and Hou Hao saw a crystal clear thing rolling into the porridge and disappearing.

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On January [-]th, Hou Jing dragged her daughter off the plane with a sad face. The reason why she didn't let her husband go home with her was because it was a family matter, and even if she got married, she couldn't let him handle it as a family member.

"Mom, why didn't uncle come to pick us up?"

Hou Jing held the little princess's hand, "It's a surprise that we came back, so let's not tell uncle."

The little princess said oh, stamped her feet to feel the sound of new shoes, and wanted to show her new clothes to her uncle with a smile on her face.

Hou Jing's thoughts flew far away, and when Hou Zheng's car came to pick them up, she glanced and followed them, and leaned against the window to roll down a little gap to try to calm down. In fact, she had already guessed the result now, and the father and son would fall out sooner or later. Well, she was still a little happy.

Hou Hao is no longer the little boy who was beaten and scolded by gangsters on the street back then, she shouldn't come back to meddle.

"Miss, Mr. Hou has been ill at home for several days."

Hou Jing looked over and found that the driver was a young man. She said formulaically: "I came back to deal with business."