"Baba, can you give me the lighter?" Bad turned around, pointed at the lighter in the man's hand and asked.

"Of course." Yin Mochen smiled gently and spread his palms.

Huaihuai took the lighter from his hand, then faced Ye Suxue again and put the lighter into her palm, "Auntie, we still have a lot of lighters at home, this is for you."

"Give it to...me?" Ye Suxue has never left the courtyard in the past seven years. The only person she can talk to is her son.

However, she was strict with Ye Zechuan and was strict with words. Over the past few years, her temperament had become more withdrawn and less talkative. Now, this little girl who only had a relationship with her once chatted with her affectionately and even gave her gifts. She screamed.

She was a little at a loss.

"Yes, pretty aunt, please accept it. It's very convenient to light a fire with this." The bad little mouth is very sweet, and the words coming out of her mouth are particularly comfortable to listen to.

Ye Suxue looked at the lighter she stuffed into her hand, and was stunned for a while before she said softly: "Thank you, thank you."

Yin Mochen was abandoned in the orphanage when he was very young. He was used to living a hard life. Making a fire was a piece of cake for him. He added a few firewood to the stove. After the fire was burning, he stood up and told his daughter:

"Hai Hua, just sit with Auntie. Remember, if the fire in the stove is low, add a piece of firewood. Be careful of being burned by the fire. Can you do that?"

He stared at the man with his dark eyes for a few times, and then put on a serious expression on his face. He raised his head, straightened his chest and put his legs together, and replied to him crisply: "Yes! Don't worry, I promise to complete the task!"

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Ye Suxue looked at her serious look, and the expression in her eyes softened a little. There was no way anyone could dislike such a hopelessly cute child?

"I will help her watch the fire." Her face still had the usual calm expression, but there was obviously a hint of warmth in her tone that was not easy to detect.

"Thank you." Yin Mochen nodded slightly to her, and then concentrated on processing the soaked scallops and shrimps.

When the porridge was almost cooked, he reduced the firewood in the stove and simmered it over low heat, then poured the scallops and shrimps into the porridge pot one after another.

After a while, a strong aroma of porridge overflowed from the cracks in the thick wooden pot lid, making people salivate.

After the fire stopped, Yin Mochen found two large purple clay pots in the cupboard and filled them respectively.

He put the purple clay pot in the food box, then glanced at his daughter who was sitting outside picking vegetables with Ye Zechuan, and lightly opened his thin lips: "Bad, bad, let's go."

"Oh! Here we come!" Badai put down the dishes in his hands and said goodbye to Ye Zechuan, "Brother Zechuan, I'm going back to have breakfast. I'll see you again when I have time!"

The corners of his mouth curled up slightly, and Ye Zechuan smiled at her: "Okay, goodbye."

With Hua Hua accompanying me just now, even boring tasks like picking vegetables became a lot more interesting.

Yin Mochen was holding the food box in one hand and holding Bad Bad in the other. Before he could walk out of the courtyard, he heard a soft voice coming from behind him.

"Mr. Yin, you left a casserole behind." It was Ye Suxue who saw a purple casserole beside the stove and hurriedly chased it out of the kitchen.

Yin Mochen stopped and turned his head, raised his eyes to glance at her, and replied calmly: "I'll leave that pot of porridge for you mother and son. Thank you for your kitchen."
Chapter completed!