Mu Mu hurriedly opened the quilt and ran out without even wearing slippers, "Qingqing, are you back?"
Although Zhao Qingqing doesn't have the habit of making breakfast by herself, who here except her would enter the small and messy kitchen?
Her excited steps suddenly stopped when she reached the door of the kitchen, and her eyes flashed as if she was moved.
Raising one hand to hold on to the door frame, standing with her feet on the spot, she opened her mouth in disbelief, "You..."
She didn't know what to say after the word you.
When Lu Yifan saw Mu Mu coming over, he said with a crooked smile, "Are you up? Go put on your slippers and wash up, get ready for breakfast."
After saying that, he concentrated on pouring the eggs in the pot.
Mu Mu held the door frame with both hands and stared blankly at the man working in the kitchen.
He was wearing Zhao Qingqing's cartoon apron, holding a spatula in one hand and chopsticks in the other. He carefully turned the eggs over, as if they were afraid of ruining the appearance of the eggs.
The light pink shirt and light gray suit pants he is wearing today were just changed this morning. Yesterday he was wearing a white shirt and black suit pants.
The fresh and natural black hair and the little extra hair on the temples make him look a little less cold and hard from the side, very soft and comfortable to look at.
She held the door frame tightly with her hands, and immediately went to wash up without listening to his words. She pursed her lips and moved them again, and asked naa-naa: "Why...are you making breakfast?"
This person is Lu Yifan, right? He looks like a housekeeping husband who often cooks?
"I asked Jiang Bei to go back to bed." Lu Yifan concentrated on the eggs in the pot and did not notice Mu Mu's current expression.
The eggs in the pot were fried to golden brown. He picked them up and put two more intestines into the pot.
He held chopsticks in his hand and skillfully turned over the fried intestines in the pot.
The intestines were almost fried. Lu Yifan bent down and opened the cupboard. Mu Mu suddenly reacted, stepped into the kitchen and came to his side, "Let me help you."
She rushed to take out two plates from the cupboard, rinsed them in the tap water, and handed them to Yifan Lu with a smile, "Here, here."
Qin Ningrui once compared the smile on her face when she first got up to the morning light, full of vitality.
The same is true for Lu Yifan now.
This smile was a little green, something he had never seen on her face before. Her eyes were a little swollen, but the curves were still nice.
After being with him for so long, she is still like a girl in her late teens, as quiet as a virgin and as active as a rabbit.
Breakfast was on the table, Lu Yifan had heated up the milk, and Mu Mu just happened to come out of the bathroom after washing up.
She looked sad, "She didn't update all day yesterday. Aren't you afraid that readers would scold her?"
Lu Yifan pulled out a chair for her and asked her to sit down and eat. "Only when you are full can you have the strength to think."
He was also curious about where Zhao Qingqing had gone. The intelligence team had never missed a beat in recent years and could search for state secrets, but they actually hit a wall in finding a person.
What exactly did they overlook?
Both of them were silent at the dinner table. Just as Lu Yifan had been busy all morning, Mu Mu ate everything on the plate.
After eating, she took the initiative to clean up the dishes, and Yifan Lu helped.
There are two plates, two cups, and a small sink. With four hands stretched into it, it looks crowded.
Mu Mu was lost in thought.
Lu Yifan enjoyed it.
After cleaning up, Mu Mu was about to go to the room to change clothes, but Yifan Lu grabbed her and said, "You are resting at home today. I will be the first to tell you if there is any news."
