Yue Ze watched Chu Ci's movements, raised his eyebrows slightly, and looked straight at the little girl in front of him. The meaning of the words was a little unclear, "No, I think... it's still a bit hot."

The final voice was extremely low, Chu Ci did not hear clearly, but did not delve into it, Yue Ze just sent Chu Ci home.

After agreeing on a time for the weekend, Yueze turned and left.

The weekend is here.

The doorbell of Chu Ci's house rang on time.

This person probably has some obsessive-compulsive disorder, and he strictly observes everything, saying what time he arrives is what time he arrives.

Nothing is too late, not too early.

Chu Ci had just woke up and opened the door with a mess of money.

Yueze finally did not wear school uniforms outside the door.

Today, I wore a short-sleeved dark blue plaid shirt. It was originally full of scrolls, but at the moment it has a clean feeling.

He is still the pair of black-framed glasses, holding a few notebooks in his hand, and looking at the thickness, he seems to have brought all his homework.

At first glance, it looks like staying here for a long time.

Seeing Chu Ci wearing her pajamas, her eyes were dimly sleepy and her hair was messed up, she looked like she had fallen asleep and hadn't awoke.

Yue Ze raised his eyebrows, subconsciously raised his hand and rubbed a hand on the top of Chu Ci's somewhat messy hair, then pushed Chu Ci inward, closing the door behind him with his backhand.

A faint voice rang, "Not awake yet?"

Chu Ci snorted and yawned, "No, it's not long since I got up, but I haven't washed it yet."

Waiting for Chu Ci to wash, let Yue Ze sit on the sofa and wait for her.

But when she came out of the bathroom, Yueze only left a small stack of books on the table, but she didn't know where she went.

When Chu Ci found the kitchen along the way, Yue Ze was already skilled in making simple breakfast in the kitchen.

Fried eggs, milk, bread.

Because Chu Ci itself is not very good at cooking, even if it is a food blogger from a certain plane before, but it is also because of frequent rollovers, so the cooking is basically not touched without touching it.

So there are few ingredients at home.

There is not much room left for Yue Ze to play.

When Yueze noticed the sound of the door and turned his head and looked back, he saw the already washed, white and tender little girl wearing pink rabbit ice silk short-sleeved short-sleeved pajamas, staring at herself eagerly at the door.

There seems to be a few words engraved on the small forehead-although I don't know how to cook, I can eat!

With the spatula in his hand, Yue Ze put down the pot, freed up a hand, and waved at Chu Ci, "Come here."

Chu Ci walked out from behind the door, walked up to him like this, poked his head and glanced into the pot.

After seeing the golden fried egg, his eyes lit up clearly.

Yue Ze gave a low laugh, found a plate and prepared everything, and let Chu Ci take it out by himself.

On the other hand, he spread two slices of bread with jam at random, and walked out behind Chu Ci.

"Have you not eaten breakfast?" Chu Ci took a bite of the omelette that tasted just right, and Chu Ci took a sip of his carefully warmed milk, sat on the sofa, and looked up at him.

I saw this man walking out of the kitchen with a slice of bread in his hand.

"Eat a bit, you can just eat yours." Yue Ze said so, tearing a small piece of bread dipped in jam in his hand, and passing it to Chu Ci's mouth with a faint voice.

Probably it's a habit to accept this person's feeding these days.