"This girl, knowing that her cooking skills are poor, still goes to the kitchen..."
Dongfang Xing walked quickly to the kitchen door and his words stopped abruptly.
There was indeed a woman making breakfast in the kitchen, but that woman was not Xia Hou Huan'er.
A very familiar back. Her back overlapped with the woman who had appeared in his mind. He looked at her in astonishment. It was her, she had been disturbing him in his mind.
He couldn't tell what it felt like, but he didn't like it. He didn't like it very much.
The woman cooking in the kitchen felt something strange at the door. She slowly turned around and looked at him with an elegant and elegant smile on her face: "Uncle, you're awake. I made breakfast for you. You'll be here soon."
It’s ready to eat, you go wash your face first.”
Dongfang Xing narrowed his sharp eyes and stared at her with a cold face: "Who are you?"
"Uncle, what's wrong with you? I'm your sister-in-law, have you forgotten me?" A look of loneliness immediately appeared on the woman's face.
Sister-in-law?
Dongfang Xing was shocked.
"Why am I here?" Is he dreaming? No, zombies don't have dreams. What on earth is going on?
"Uncle, this is your home. If you weren't here, where else could you be?" Wan Qinrou put the fried eggs in the pot. She had always prepared a hearty breakfast for him.
"No, I shouldn't be here. Where is Huan'er? Tell me, where is Huan'er?" Dongfang Xing stepped forward, reached out and held her shoulders, shaking her with a ferocious expression.
"Uncle, you hurt me." Wan Qinrou frowned.
Dongfang Xing was startled, quickly let go of her, and asked coldly with a calm and handsome face: "Where is Huan'er?"
"Uncle, what's wrong with you? Who is Huan'er? If you don't wash your face and have breakfast, you will be late. Don't you have an important meeting to host?" Wan Qinrou said softly.
Dongfang Xing put his hand on his forehead, his mind was in a mess and he couldn't calm down at all.
"Uncle, what's wrong with you? Did you drink too much last night and you're still a little hungover? I'll make you hangover tea. You can drink it." Wan Qinrou poured a cup of tea and handed it to him.
Dongfang Xing took it and looked at the calm liquid in the quilt, feeling a strange feeling in his heart.
"Why don't you drink? You will feel much better after drinking." Wan Qinrou looked at him gently.
Dongfang Xing clenched the cup in his hand, looked at her expectant expression, and frowned: "Why are you here?"
Wan Qinrou smiled and said: "Uncle, you have forgotten again. The cook has taken leave to go back to the countryside. You are not used to the new cook, so during this time, I am here to cook for you."
"Really?" Dongfang Xing asked calmly.
"Yes, your eldest brother came back from abroad today. The old man asked you to go back for dinner at night. Don't forget it." Wan Qinrou reminded.
"Go home for dinner?" Why did every word she said made him feel horrified.
Wan Qinrou nodded: "Yes, the old man will be unhappy if he can't see you."
Dongfang Xing held the water glass in his palm, let it sink for a while, and then slowly asked: "What century is it now?"
Wan Qinrou was even more surprised: "Uncle, are you drunk and haven't woken up yet? Of course this is the 21st century, don't talk so much, hurry up and wash your face and have breakfast, otherwise you are really late, you are the boss
, can’t be neglected.”
"No, you lied to me. This cannot be the 21st century. I am clearly in the 26th century, how could I..."
