milk addicts

The next day, Song Nai was woken up by Song Le.

"Brother, the sun is drying your ass."

Song Nai usually said this sentence to him, Song Nai rubbed his eyes, looked at the time, and immediately woke up.

He hurriedly got out of bed, picked up the little boy next to the bed and walked out, "Lele, are you hungry? Why don't you wake me up earlier, brother will cook right away."

It's almost twelve o'clock, it's time for lunch.

The little hare had never gotten up so late before. Sure enough, the easy life made the rabbit lazy.

After being hungry for so long, the little glutton's stomach didn't make a sound. Song Naizheng was surprised that the child's calm mask suddenly cracked, his mouth deflated, and he began to cry.

Song Nai asked him what was wrong, but he didn't say anything, and calmed down after crying a few times, making Song Nai confused.

Leading Xiao Lele downstairs, the smell was faintly wafting from the kitchen, Song Nai paused, only to remember that today is Mr. Ji's rotation day off.

There are pink eustomas in the white porcelain vase on the dining table, and the thin petals are curled up, adding a bit of freshness and softness to the house.

Mr. Ji didn't throw it away, and Song Nai's heart beat a little faster, and he couldn't help thinking about it.

"handwashing."

Ji Shen brought a plate of dishes to the table, and said indifferently to the two brothers sitting on the small stool.

"Okay, Mr. Ji."

Song Nai took the children to wash their hands, and Ji Shen was already sitting at the dining table.

Now it's his turn to use the kitchen.

Song Nai just rolled up his sleeves when the man said, "Come here."

The little nanny looked at his master helplessly, but the man didn't even lift his eyes, "Sit down and eat."

After staying for a long time, the man repeated it for the second time. After seeing the impatience in those golden eyes, Song Nai finally confirmed that his order was not a mistake of his own. He carefully took Song Le and sat down opposite him.

As soon as he sat down, Song Naicai realized that there were really three sets of bowls and chopsticks on the table.

After they were seated, the well-mannered Mr. Ji started to move his chopsticks.

There are delicious dishes on the table, fish maw chicken, steamed turbot fish, boiled cabbage heart, beautifully arranged, delicious and fragrant, even the steamed rice is crystal clear.

Mr. Ji's hands holding a scalpel can also make such exquisite and beautiful dishes with a kitchen knife.

Song Nai was amazed and admired in his heart.

Mr. Ji followed the principle of not talking when eating or sleeping, and Song Nai slowed down his eating, trying to make his food match the table.

The eustoma on the side is full of water, and the pink and white petals overlap, blooming happily.

"Thank you." Song Nai said softly before the man left the table.

Song Le ate twice as much as usual today. When Song Nai was clearing the dining table, he found that the children's eyes were tearing up again.

"Xiao Lele, what's the matter?"

"I, I ate something made by the villainous snake again, woo... Will I... die..."

I also ate it in the morning and at noon.

Song Le burped, and the golden beans fell down.

Song Nai couldn't laugh or cry, and explained tirelessly, "Mr. Ji is not a villainous snake. The food he cooks is so delicious that it can make the body grow taller. Look, my brother ate it too."

"I, am I really not going to die?"

Even though she has no idea about death, Song Le still feels scared when she thinks of the little rabbits bullied by the villain snake in the cartoon.

"Does Lele not believe what my brother says? My brother never lied to Lele."

"elder brother……"

After coaxing for a long time, the cute little friend finally went to the garden to draw little bugs after rubbing his eyes.

Song Le disinfected the dishes and chopsticks, and suddenly heard Ji Shen calling him.

"Mr. Ji, what's the matter—"

Walking into the bathroom, Song Le saw the scene in front of him clearly, and suddenly a thunderbolt struck, and the blood faded from his face.

Mr. Ji was holding a black corset in his hand.

Last night, he was so tired that he forgot to take away the clothes he changed after taking a shower.

A coolness shot up from the soles of his feet.

Could it be that Mr. Ji is going to find out that he is an abnormal person...

The man frowned, his white and slender fingertips hooked the black corset shoulder straps, holding it far away as if he thought it was dirty.

When looking at the little nanny, the eagle eyes narrowed dangerously.