"Sister Qing 'er, this is a piece of cake that I've specially prepared for you."
"I'm so angry I'm full!" Qing 'er rolled her eyes.
Ling Yunxi seized the opportunity and pushed the portion he had just made to Qing 'er. "You can eat this. I saw some sandwiches in the refrigerator. I'm heating them up. I'll eat them later."
Qing 'er thought for a while and felt that this was an acceptable plan, so she dragged the plate in front of her without hesitation.
The corners of Ling Yun's lips curled up.
A 'Yao held a fork in his hand, his face dark.
Qing 'er glanced at his face, sighed, and said, " "Why don't we switch and I'll eat your cooking?"
Qing 'er, I made this for you, Zhenzhen, " Ling Yunxi said in a low voice.
"I'm begging you, it's just breakfast!" Qing 'er pushed the plate back to Ling Yunxi and rolled her eyes. can I go and eat a sandwich? " Are you two satisfied now?"
