MTL - I Became the Favorite of Big Bosses-Chapter 536 What do you say?

Chapter 536 What do you think?

He didn’t have breakfast on the train in the morning, and fell asleep when he got home. Wei Lan was indeed hungry now, but it was just not early or late at this point. It was troublesome to light a fire, and eating would affect his meal at night.

It was time to make dinner in two o'clock. Wei Lan thought she could endure it, but before she finished speaking, Fang Xia had already put down the bamboo sieve and went to the kitchen.

Wei Lan could only follow him into the kitchen, "I'm not hungry, I really am not, so don't bother me!"

Fang Xia had already walked to the stove, turned around and signed to her: I thought you would be hungry when you got up, so I kept it ready. You can eat it directly without any hassle.

As if he could read Wei Lan's thoughts, Fang Xia repeated the sign language of the last sentence several times.

　　Waving Wei Lan to stand aside, Fang Xia grabbed the edge of the iron pot with both hands and lifted the pot aside. Then he leaned half of his body into the stove and pulled out a clay pot with a handle from the ashes.

Fang Xia smiled and raised the clay pot at Wei Lan. The ash from the vegetation on the edge of the pot fell like snow.

I don't know if she was hungry, but Wei Lan smelled the alluring aroma.

Wei Lan swallowed her saliva and asked doubtfully, "What is it?"

Fangxia invited Wei Lan to sit down at the table, turned around and put the iron pot back to its original place, wiped off the dust on the clay pot with a rag, took a spoon, put it into the clay pot and pushed it in front of Wei Lan:

—Sister Han didn’t eat much for dinner and was always hungry in the middle of the afternoon. I usually use this jar to simmer the leftover vegetable soup and rice, waiting for her to eat when she is hungry.

—Eat it, the rice cake under the jar smells delicious!

 It smells so good, and it definitely doesn’t taste too bad.

Wei Lan thought about it and was eager to give it a try, but when she remembered that it belonged to Sister Han, she felt embarrassed again, "It's better to forget it and leave it to Sister Han!"

 No matter how hungry you are, you can't compete with the little baby for food, right?

Fang Xia gave her a strange look and said in sign language: She won't be hungry today. At that time, Brother Chao was making milk powder, and each of the three little ones drank two bowls.

　　When mentioning this matter, Fangxia felt angry and funny.

 Milk powder is not cheap, but once you buy some, who doesn’t pick it up and keep it and drink it slowly?

 In her family, a bag of milk powder as big as a palm can be finished in one go with three small mouths.

It's not enough to finish one bag. If Brother Chao hadn't told him to pick lotus pods, he probably could have finished another bag.

Fang Xia smiled, sighed helplessly, and told Wei Lan not to buy such expensive things in the future. For such an expensive thing, if you say you drink a little bit a day and drink it slowly, you can also pay attention to nutrition. After this meal, it will be gone as soon as you urinate afterwards, which is not worth it.

Wei Lan smiled and waved away the blame, "Brother Chao bought it. If you don't let me buy it, I have to convince him."

Fangxia was stunned for a moment, and then started to sigh again.

In the past, when the two families were in trouble, they had to rely on each other to help each other get through it. But now that Gu Chao has become prosperous and his brothers and sisters are reunited, Fang Xia is also worried that if he accepts too much, he will be regarded as a poor relative.

At that time, even if we didn’t say it openly, we would feel alienated secretly.

The room was suddenly quiet, except for the crisp sound of the spoon stirring on the edge of the clay pot.

Wei Lan ate in small bites. As Fang Xia said, the fruit was really delicious.

The rice is mixed with vegetable soup, oil and water, and after simmering, it still has the right amount of saltiness. It is another kind of delicious food that is different from fried rice.

Fang Xia looked hesitant and melancholy. Wei Lan lowered his head to eat as if he didn't notice. In his spare time, he muttered as if unconsciously: "There are only so many people left in the Gu family."

 It is appropriate to be close to and help each other.

 Because apart from each other, they have no other relatives worthy of attachment.

Fang Xia's pupils flickered and she looked at Wei Lan in surprise. Wei Lan's peach blossom eyes curled up and she looked back with a smile, "What do you think?"

certainly.

Fang Xia relaxed her shoulders and smiled sadly.

 They both want to be good to each other, but they don't want the other person to be bound by this "goodness".

 (End of this chapter)