"How can you call me a scoundrel?" Yin Mochen glanced sideways at her, spreading his hands and smiling like a thousand-year-old fox that had eaten grapes, "It was obviously you who took the initiative to kiss me."

How can anyone take advantage and be so good-natured?

Ye Zhixia's eyes widened and she pretended to be angry: "Yin, Mo, Chen! You..."

Before she could say anything, the little bad guy suddenly sniffed his little nose and said loudly: "Mom, there is a mushy smell in the kitchen, what are you cooking?"

After her reminder, Ye Zhixia suddenly remembered that her porridge was still simmering on the gas stove: "Ah! My porridge!"

At this time, she couldn't care about anything else, turned around and rushed into the kitchen.

Unfortunately, it was discovered too late. The stew on the stove had been cooked to a paste. Not only that, the soup also overflowed the purple clay pot, and the entire marble countertop was in disgrace.

"Mom, the porridge seems to have been spilled, so we can't eat it!" Naohao frowned and pouted, looking very regretful, "Then we can only eat the breakfast Baba bought."

It was obviously very painful to say it, but there was a sparkling light in her big black eyes. After all, she had been eating Ma Ma's cooking skills in Italy for several years, so there was really no big surprise, so even though the porridge was

Even though it was too mushy to eat, the little bad boy was still in high spirits because there was still love for breakfast!

Yin Mochen raised his wrist to check the time, and said calmly: "It's still early, I'll make another pot of porridge."

While speaking, he had unbuttoned his shirt cufflinks and rolled up his sleeves to his elbows, revealing a slender arm.

Watching him skillfully take out walnut kernels, apricot preserves, peach preserves, candied dates, lotus seeds, hawthorn and other ingredients from the refrigerator, wash the black rice and Thai fragrant rice, and prepare to cook rice pudding.

He was very skillful in his movements. He washed the rice in just a few minutes, mixed the various ingredients together and put them into the purple clay pot.

Ye Zhixia and her daughter stood nearby and looked at his busy figure, and they only found it pleasing to the eye.

Yin Mochen is actually a person with a cold temperament. Coupled with the fact that he has lived in a position of power for many years, he has a strong temperament. But such a man is not only good in the hall, but also in the kitchen, and can eat food cooked by his own hands.

The porridge is really satisfying.

Half an hour later, the thick and fragrant eight-treasure porridge came out of the pot. Yin Mochen brought the purple clay pot to the dining table. Dongdong and Xixi, who were still sleeping upstairs, were walking down the stairs at this time. They smelled the aroma of the porridge.

, the two looked at each other and asked in unison in disbelief: "Mom, what kind of breakfast did you make today? Why does it taste so good?"

Ye Zhixia felt embarrassed immediately when she heard the praise from her sons. She coughed slightly and corrected: "I didn't make this porridge, it was made by your family."

"Oh, that's it!" The two little guys suddenly understood. They nodded and said, "We are still wondering, when did your craftsmanship become so good?"

"You two brats, how dare you make fun of me? You don't want to mess with me anymore, right?" Ye Zhixia raised his fist and made a gesture to slap them.

But she couldn't intimidate them at all now, so the brothers stuck their tongues out at her and went downstairs for breakfast.
Chapter completed!