"So, please stop crying. Your tears make me feel bad."

Lan Yifeng raised his eyes to look at Huo Qingcang in shock, completely disbelieving that such sensational words came from the mouth of a callous and violent man.

She looked at him stupidly, not knowing what to do.

This look made him quite cute. The deep eyes that stared at her were also filled with a hint of seriousness.

He raised his hand to wipe away the tears from the corners of her eyes: "Come in, the children must be hungry."

Lan Yifeng came back to his senses, concealed the fluctuations in his heart, took out the key and opened the door.

She thought he would leave immediately, but unexpectedly, she entered the house and he followed her in.

She couldn't figure out why he came in, so she couldn't help but ask: "Aren't you going to work?"

However, he took the bread basket from her hand as casually as if he were at home, and walked directly into the kitchen.

"Where is the rice?"

The last time he almost destroyed the kitchen was still fresh in her mind, and she rushed in to stop him from rummaging through the cabinets for things.

"What are you looking for rice for?"

"Cook porridge!" His tone was matter-of-fact, and Lan Yifeng pushed him out hard, "Didn't you already eat? Why are you still cooking porridge?"

The key is, can he cook porridge? Will he burn down her house in the end?

Huo Qingcang's tall body stood there, motionless: "I haven't had breakfast."

"Then you go back and eat." Lan Yifeng said this habitually, but the man's face instantly turned cold.

"I like thicker porridge." He dropped these words coldly, turned around and left the kitchen.

He said he wanted to eat porridge, so he had to eat it. She sighed helplessly and took out the rice from the cabinet.

There is bread and porridge, and some pickles to go with it, that's enough.

Having prepared these, she was about to call the children to get up. As soon as she turned around, she was surprised to see Huo Qingcang standing at the door, silently playing with a silver lighter and staring at her.

When she turned around, he didn't look away, still looking at her.

She felt embarrassed when he looked at her, and her face turned red inexplicably, "Just wait in the kitchen, the rice porridge should be ready soon."

"I've already called the child." As soon as Huo Qingcang finished speaking, footsteps really came from upstairs, and the figures of the three little guys soon appeared at the door of the kitchen.

"Mama...Mama..." Jin'er was always very uneasy because she couldn't see it.

She held her sister with one hand and stretched forward with the other, exploring left and right, fearing that she might bump into something accidentally.

Lan Yifeng wiped his wet hands, walked over and squatted in front of her, touched her face gently, and said softly: "Mom is here."

"Mom, why was it Shumao who woke us up this morning, and not Mom?" Jin'er frowned, and Nuonuo's voice was full of uneasiness:

"Why does Mommy always stay with Shou? Does Mommy not love us anymore, but loves Shou?"

When Xuanxuan heard Jin'er's words, she also panicked and asked loudly: "Yeah, why is Mom always with Shu? Shu is my fiancé, Mom can't love Shu."

"Mom doesn't love your fiancé, Mom loves us." Jin'er hugged Lan Yifeng tightly and asked again: "Mom, do you love me?"

She pursed her little mouth and looked aggrieved. She was so cute that it made people want to see her aggrieved.

"Well, you mom doesn't love you anymore, but you mom loves me." Huo Qingcang thought and said this, but unexpectedly, this sentence caused a huge storm.

Jin'er cried first, not loudly, but she shed tears. It had only been a few days since the gauze on her eyes was removed, and there was no expression in her big eyes, but even so, her eyes still looked very beautiful.

pretty.

Now moistened by tears, it looks even darker and shiny, like a puppy that has just made a sound.

When Jin'er cried, Xuanxuan also cried. However, she had a loud voice and she liked to cry at the top of her lungs. The whole room was filled with a magical sound that penetrated the brain.

"Woo hoo, Mommy doesn't love me anymore..." Jin'er feels so wronged and wronged. She loves Mommy the most. Her first favorite in this world is Mommy. Why doesn't Mommy love her anymore?

"Woo hoo, Shu Shu doesn't love me anymore..." Xuanxuan felt so wronged. Didn't Shu Shu want to wait until she grew up to marry her? Why didn't he keep his promise?

Lan Yifeng suddenly became big-headed and coaxed, coaxing this one and coaxing that one. After a long time, no one would stop crying.

"Hey, what are you standing there for? You made the child cry, shouldn't you take action?" Her eyes were red with anger, and she looked up at the man watching the fun, the damn culprit.

Huo Qingcang was also frightened by this posture. It was not until he heard Lan Yifeng's words that he immediately knelt down and winked at Lan Yifeng, "Jin'er loves you more, you handle it, I will handle Xuanxuan."

Lan Yifeng nodded, and the two of them picked up the children respectively, and one walked outside and the other towards the kitchen to prevent the two little ones from infecting each other with negative energy.

Little adult Lan Yu looked at them, shook his head helplessly, then walked leisurely to the dining table, grabbed some bread and ate it.

This morning was really lively, and it wasn't until the two adults comforted the children in their arms that they officially started eating breakfast.

Fragrant bread, sweet and glutinous rice porridge, simple but delicious pickles, although not rich enough, everyone ate with gusto, especially the four members of the Lan family, who all lowered their heads and stuffed their mouths seriously.

Huo Qingcang only occasionally ate the rice porridge from the bowl, and more often watched the other four people eat it.

Lan Yu finished eating first, wiped his mouth, then looked up at Huo Qingcang, and asked in a cold voice: "Shu, your family has no food? Why do you always eat at my house?"

Huo Qingcang himself also wanted to know the answer to this question. The Lan family's meals have always been very simple, focusing on filling up. Although Lan Yifeng's craftsmanship is still quite good, and he can make exquisite dishes with cheap ingredients.

But it’s still incomparable to the dishes cooked by the chef.

But he was still willing to sit with them.

Is it because of the warm smell?

"It doesn't matter if you come to eat. But there is no such thing as a free breakfast!" Hey, there is a big fat sheep in front of him. How can a shrewd and greedy little guy sharpen his knife?

Xuanxuan still had the bread in her mouth, so she raised her head and scolded Lan Yu with unclear words: "Everyone, you are too much. You are my fiancé and your future sister. You have to accept some food."

Money, have you fallen into the money hole?"

"You really are getting better and better at turning your elbows outward." Lan Yu threatened Lan Xuan and squeezed his little fist. The little guy was so scared that he immediately lowered his head and ate breakfast quietly.

Lan Yu was about to attack Huo Qingcang again, but the doorbell rang at this moment.

There were very few visitors to the Lan family, and it was early in the morning. Who would come?

＊＊＊I'm really sorry for everyone, because Sigma rents with others, the Internet here is always disconnected, and there are no Internet cafes nearby. It really makes Sigma anxious to death, but now that we have access to the Internet, Sigma updated it immediately.＊＊
Chapter completed!