Cheng Liuli sighed in his heart, normal people wouldn't care about madmen!
He walked to the bed and picked up a pen and paper and wrote, "When will I pick up my mother?"
"When do you want me to go?"
"The sooner the better."
A sly smile appeared on that handsome face, "The love between mother and daughter is deep. It seems that our dear homeless young lady also has weaknesses. I thought you were invincible..."
"After my mother comes here, you are not allowed to talk or move!" She continued to warn her with her pen.
"That depends on your performance - now, drink this porridge!"
He held her shoulders and pressed her on the sofa next to the coffee table. On the smooth and shining marble table, at some point, there were two insulated lunch boxes of astonishing height.
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After unloading the layers one by one, I saw that each of the pocket-sized lunch boxes contained millet porridge, rice porridge, pumpkin porridge, sweet potato porridge, yam porridge, sesame porridge, milk porridge, preserved egg porridge, squid porridge, eight-treasure porridge, lotus seeds and red dates porridge, etc.
Black rice and coix seed porridge, white fungus and lotus seed porridge.
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The deeper lunch box at the bottom contains snow-white crucian carp soup with a pleasant aroma.
Cheng Liuli watched dumbfounded as he took off layer after layer, opened them, and listed them in front of her.
This, so much.
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Is there any mistake?
The porridge and rice that filled the coffee table in front of him was enough to knock out a group of basketball players. Did he think she was a big eater?
"The doctor said you can only drink liquid food for the past two days, so just make do with it. After the wound is almost healed in two days, I will ask them to diversify their diet..." Yesilo Yi
An apologetic look on his face.
Cheng Lili silently picked up the silver spoon in front of him and put it into the pumpkin porridge in front of him. He scooped up a spoonful and was about to put it into his mouth. Suddenly, Yesilo snatched the spoon away from him and said, "This porridge is very hot. You
Do you have any common sense? What should I do if I burn the wound again?"
He scooped up the porridge, put it to his mouth and blew on it again and again until he was sure it wasn't hot at all, then he put it towards Cheng Liuli's lips.
Cheng Liuli turned his head away, instinctively rejecting his too intimate move.
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But whichever way she turned her head, the spoon in Yesluo's hand followed.
"Hey, do you still want to see your mother?" After three or two rounds, Yesilo began to threaten her.
Cheng Lili's eyes dimmed, and when Yesi Luo stretched out the spoon again, she finally passively opened her mouth.
After finishing a bowl of pumpkin porridge and half a bowl of crucian carp soup, she shook her head and signaled that she would not drink any more.
"Eat so little? Are these porridges not to your liking?" Yesilo smiled, but a look of violence flashed across his eyes.
Cheng Liuli shook his head and pointed at his mouth, indicating that it hurt and he didn't want to eat anymore. Then Yesilo took a napkin and wiped the corners of her mouth.
Just as she was about to evade, Yesi Luo grabbed the back of her head with a big palm and wiped her forcefully. The action seemed rough, but his hand was very gentle, at least it did not involve any injuries in the mouth.
The two of them were confused when the phone rang suddenly. Yesilo picked it up and listened for a few seconds with a frown.
Then he hurriedly put down the napkin in his hand, held up his mobile phone and walked out quickly.
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The moment the door opened, Cheng Lili saw a tough-looking bald man behind the door. He had vaguely ferocious features and eyes, and he looked vicious. He didn't even wear makeup to scare children!
Cheng Liuli sighed in his heart, normal people wouldn't care about madmen!
He walked to the bed and picked up a pen and paper and wrote, "When will I pick up my mother?"
"When do you want me to go?"
"The sooner the better."
A sly smile appeared on that handsome face, "The love between mother and daughter is deep. It seems that our dear homeless young lady also has weaknesses. I thought you were invincible..."
"After my mother comes here, you are not allowed to talk or move!" She continued to warn her with her pen.
"That depends on your performance - now, drink this porridge!"
He held her shoulders and pressed her on the sofa next to the coffee table. On the smooth and shining marble table, at some point, there were two insulated lunch boxes of astonishing height.
．
．
．
．
．
After unloading the layers one by one, I saw that each of the pocket-sized lunch boxes contained millet porridge, rice porridge, pumpkin porridge, sweet potato porridge, yam porridge, sesame porridge, milk porridge, preserved egg porridge, squid porridge, eight-treasure porridge, lotus seeds and red dates porridge, etc.
Black rice and coix seed porridge, white fungus and lotus seed porridge.
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．
．
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The deeper lunch box at the bottom contains snow-white crucian carp soup with a pleasant aroma.
Cheng Liuli watched dumbfounded as he took off layer after layer, opened them, and listed them in front of her.
This, so much.
．
．
．
．
．
Is there any mistake?
The porridge and rice that filled the coffee table in front of him was enough to knock out a group of basketball players. Did he think she was a big eater?
"The doctor said you can only drink liquid food for the past two days, so just make do with it. After the wound is almost healed in two days, I will ask them to diversify their diet..." Yesilo Yi
An apologetic look on his face.
Cheng Lili silently picked up the silver spoon in front of him and put it into the pumpkin porridge in front of him. He scooped up a spoonful and was about to put it into his mouth. Suddenly, Yesilo snatched the spoon away from him and said, "This porridge is very hot. You
Do you have any common sense? What should I do if I burn the wound again?"
He scooped up the porridge, put it to his mouth and blew on it again and again until he was sure it wasn't hot at all, then he put it towards Cheng Liuli's lips.
Cheng Liuli turned his head away, instinctively rejecting his too intimate move.
．
．
．
．
．
But whichever way she turned her head, the spoon in Yesluo's hand followed.
"Hey, do you still want to see your mother?" After three or two rounds, Yesilo began to threaten her.
Cheng Lili's eyes dimmed, and when Yesi Luo stretched out the spoon again, she finally passively opened her mouth.
After finishing a bowl of pumpkin porridge and half a bowl of crucian carp soup, she shook her head and signaled that she would not drink any more.
"Eat so little? Are these porridges not to your liking?" Yesilo smiled, but a look of violence flashed across his eyes.
Cheng Liuli shook his head and pointed at his mouth, indicating that it hurt and he didn't want to eat anymore. Then Yesilo took a napkin and wiped the corners of her mouth.
Just as she was about to evade, Yesi Luo grabbed the back of her head with a big palm and wiped her forcefully. The action seemed rough, but his hand was very gentle, at least it did not involve any injuries in the mouth.
The two of them were confused when the phone rang suddenly. Yesilo picked it up and listened for a few seconds with a frown.
Then he hurriedly put down the napkin in his hand, held up his mobile phone and walked out quickly.
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The moment the door opened, Cheng Lili saw a tough-looking bald man behind the door. He had vaguely ferocious features and eyes, and he looked vicious. He didn't even wear makeup to scare children!