Duan Lengyan came back wearing a pure white training suit. As soon as he walked into the living room, the sunny and smiling little girl ran over and hugged his arm like a gust of wind, "Brother Yan, go take a shower quickly, breakfast is ready."
breakfast?
"I never eat breakfast." He replied coldly, and went upstairs to wash up and change clothes.
"How can you not eat breakfast? Grandpa said that people who don't eat breakfast will grow old before they are old." The little girl murmured and continued to go to the kitchen to make breakfast.
"Brother Yan, it's time to eat!" Sharp-eyed Tang Youtao dragged Duan Lengyan, who seemed to be about to go out.
"I told you, I never eat breakfast!" Duan Lengyan's handsome face looked as cold as ice.
God!
Should he grab her by the collar and throw her out of his house now?
"That was before, now that you have Niuniu, you can't skip breakfast!" Tang Youtao grabbed Duan Lengyan's arm domineeringly, dragged him to the dining table, and sat him down on the main seat, "Purple Rice Lotus Leaf"
The porridge is fragrant and refreshing. It’s very appetizing to drink in the morning!”
Regardless of Duan Lengyan's awkward look, she put the spoon into Duan Lengyan's hand.
Duan Lengyan originally wanted to get up and walk away, but who knew that the aroma of the purple rice and lotus leaf porridge penetrated his nostrils, and coupled with the delicious appetizers in front of him, his stomach turned sour
He growled unsatisfactorily.
"Brother Yan, hurry up and eat." Tang Youtao started to eat with excitement.
Seeing how sweet she was eating, he couldn't help but scoop up a spoonful and put it into his mouth.
The faint fragrance of lotus leaves and the fragrance of purple rice gradually spread between the lips and teeth, and warmed from the throat to the stomach.
"Does it taste good?" Tang Youtao tilted his head and looked at him hopefully with his shining eyes.
He lowered his eyes and said nothing, just sipping the rice in the bowl carefully.
This was the first time since he was ten years old that someone had cooked him a hot breakfast.
And that person was actually a passerby whom I had known for less than a day. How ironic!
Sensing the unusual aura, Tang Youtao lowered his head lower than Duan Lengyan, and looked at his face from the bottom of his thin hair.
What comes into view is sadness, desolation and loneliness.
My heart aches inexplicably.
She put down the spoon in her hand, put her right hand on his left hand, and said softly: "Brother Yan, don't be unhappy. No one feels sorry for you. Niuniu feels sorry for you. From now on, Niuniu will make breakfast for you every day."
Unaccustomed to excessive closeness, he shook her hand away, but did not say anything harsh. He was just surprised by her sensitivity and cleverness.
"How do you know no one cares about me?" He finally couldn't help but ask.
Is there something written on his face?
"You can tell by looking at your kitchen!" She shrugged. "It looks like you haven't cooked in eight hundred years."
He asked no more questions, lowered his head again, and drank the porridge in the bowl in one mouthful.
"I'll do it." He pressed Tang Youtao's hand as he prepared to put away the dishes, and put the dishes on the dining table into the sink.
He carefully picked up the bowls and chopsticks under the water pipe, while Tang Youtao leaned to the side and watched him intently.
