As soon as the door opened, Tang Ziqian, who had a keen sense of smell, immediately smelled an appetizing aroma.
Taking a deep breath and sniffing hard, Tang Ziqian immediately knew it was the smell of salty porridge.
Who is so unrealistic? Making fish porridge in his house early in the morning makes people's internal organs protest. It is simply inviting people to commit crimes.
Tang Ziqian was slightly unhappy, rubbing his stomach and grumbling.
Yesterday, I was running around so much that I had no time or leisure to think about food. By the time everything was arranged, it was already past the meal time. He is not good at cooking, and he found it difficult to wait for a long time when ordering takeout.
Excuse Zuo Qingqing, besides, he didn’t believe that a gangster’s daughter could cook, so he simply made instant noodles and prepared to eat whatever he wanted.[
Unexpectedly, he had just picked up the chopsticks and opened his turned off mobile phone. He wanted to check if there were any important text messages, but Mu Nanxing called him and cursed him with a series of fatal calls that disturbed his appetite. He was so angry that he was still in the mood.
eat?
I swallowed a few mouthfuls of a bowl of instant noodles and left it there for air. At this moment, my stomach, which had been empty all night, was growling with hunger.
He followed the scent to the kitchen, and was stunned when he saw the figure wearing his loose shirt and apron with skillful movements.
Zuo, Zuo Qingqing?
Shouldn't she be sitting on a luxurious throne like a queen, being admired by a group of gangster brothers, and then nodding casually, and in the blink of an eye someone would be nodding and bending down to hold the rich lady who was offered with both hands? How could it be...
Rubbing his eyes vigorously and blinking again, Tang Ziqian made sure that he was not dazzled and had not seen the wrong person.
That figure is very attentive, like a newlywed wife preparing a loving breakfast for her busy husband. It is really Zuo Qingqing!
Damn it! The daughter of a gang boss actually knows how to cook, and she makes breakfast in his kitchen?! He didn’t burn paper in July and a half, so did he see any supernatural phenomena?
Supporting his chin that was about to fall to the ground, Tang Ziqian was dumbfounded, his mind went blank, and he had no idea what kind of reaction he should make to fully express his inner shock.
He was actually... dreaming, right? Otherwise, how could he have seen such a strange sight.