On TV, the news is broadcast in a straightforward way to explain the current hot spots of people's livelihood.

Outside the TV, Ling Zihuan looked at Qiao Mu without tears.

"Second Uncle......"

She put the tiger girl down from her arms and dragged a small stool to the side of the sofa, "Can you help me deliver breakfast? Fourth Uncle will definitely be in the hospital tomorrow morning, if I go, what if I meet him?"

Old God Qiao Mu shook the paper cup and squinted at the little girl in the corner of the sofa. His deep facial features are written proudly, and his thin lips are slightly raised to look good.

Taking another sip of white tea, Qiao Mu removed his long legs from the coffee table and landed on the ground, his elbows supporting his knees, as if smiling, "You want me to help you bring them breakfast?"

Ling Zihuan nodded hurriedly, looking like a little clever: "Mmmm, second uncle, did you agree?"

Qiao Mu: "......"

Who promised!

Qiao Mu's eyebrows froze, and there was a bit of amusement in Zhan Zhan's cold eyes, he was thinking that the fourth child really didn't know that Ling Zihuan was an assistant by Yan Shiqi's side?

In his opinion, not necessarily.

At this time, the little girl in front of him pleaded with a flattering face, and her dark eyes were full of expectations for him, Qiao Mu felt amazing, because he couldn't say anything to refuse.

What the!

After thinking about it, Qiao Mu omitted the unrelieved emotions in his heart, his eyebrows gradually stretched, and he fell into a sentence, "It's okay to go, but it's ......"

"But what?"

When Ling Zihuan heard that there were still conditions, he immediately looked at him defensively, sat on the small stool, and subconsciously leaned back.

The second uncle's eyes don't look like a good person!

Qiao Mu, who was stared at by her defensively, didn't look like a good person: "......"

He watched the little girl's thief-like eyes, rubbing his temples with a headache.

In her heart, his quality is so bad?

"Second uncle, what do you mean?"

Ling Zihuan didn't wait for his next words, and patted his arm with a heart.

Qiao Mu glanced at her coldly, her Adam's apple rolled, and she threw out a sentence: "Go cook for me, I'm hungry!"

Ling Zihuan: "!!"

She gasped, leaned and nearly fell off the stool.

She pulled on the armrest of the sofa to stabilize herself, and blurted out in shock, "Second uncle, how can I cook?"

Second uncle, are you crazy?

She doesn't even know if you put oil or eggs in the fried rice first!

Also cooking!

At this time, Qiao Mu made it clear that he wanted to make things difficult for her, and his deep voice lengthened the end note: "Do it or not-"

Ling Zihuan looked at him with teary eyes, bit the corner of his lip, wiped his face, and nodded with Ai Ai, "Do it, I'll do it, second uncle...... What do you want to eat?"

She regretted it!

You shouldn't have asked your second uncle to help!

She'll be sure to call Da Mu again later!

In broad daylight, what kind of machine to turn off, really!

Qiao Mu saw that the little girl looked tragic and had to compromise, her heart was relieved, and she picked up the paper cup and took a sip of herbal tea, which didn't seem to be so unpleasant.

He said, "Whatever I like, you know what I like to eat." ”

Ling Zihuan was dumbfounded, "Second uncle, I don't know......"

Qiao Mu: "......"

I feel like I'm going to have angina!

……

Ling Zihuan entered the kitchen barefoot, the tile floor was very cold, she hissed twice and ran to the door to put the cricket shoes on her feet.

Passing in the direction of the living room, she glanced at Qiao Mu, who was stepping on her slippers, and entered the kitchen with a pout.

The little girl fiddled with the brand-new kitchen utensils, which she bought when she moved here and had not used it yet.

A burst of ping-pong, ten minutes later—

"Second uncle, help, it's on fire!"

Qiao Mu, who was holding a paper cup, shook his hand, and the tea splashed out and spilled his pants.

He was crazy to let Ling Zihuan cook!