Listening to what Zhao Dayong said, although Li Lilan's expression was still not very good-looking, at this time, she was slightly relaxed.

"mother……"

At this time, Zhang Qingming walked in from outside.

She was carrying large and small bags of vegetables in her hand, and it seemed that she had just returned from the vegetable market.

"Why did you go shopping for groceries?"

When Li Lilan looked at her sweating profusely, she couldn't bear it in her heart.

She took the bag in her hand from Zhang Qingming's hand.

"It's okay in the morning, so I will go!"

Zhang Qingming shook his head disapprovingly.

"So good!!"

Li Lilan smiled and touched Zhang Qingming's head.

"I'm going to wash my face!"

Zhao Qingming smiled and went to the toilet to wash his face.

Li Lilan put the bag in the kitchen.

At this time, Zhang Qingming also walked out of the toilet.

The family sat together again and began to eat breakfast.

Li Lilan was in a good mood and filled Zhang Qingming with a bowl of porridge, and then he greeted Zhang Yunhan and the others to eat together.

Zhang Yunhan held the chopsticks in his hand, his face was a little gloomy, especially when he looked at the smile on Zhao Dayong's face, it made people feel very sick.

Such a person can really kill a thousand swords.

She kept her head down while eating, listening to Zhang Qingming and Li Lilan talking together, the irritability in her heart rose even more.

"I'm done!"

After Zhang Yunhan finished eating, he pushed the bowl, and walked toward the room with a deep complexion.

"What's wrong with your sister?"

At this time, Li Lilan also posted some differences that were close to Zhang Yunhan.

"I do not know either……"

Zhang Qingming shook her head helplessly, and she turned her gaze to Zhao Dayong who was on the side.

Zhao Dayong looked indifferent and was still eating.

After breakfast, Li Lilan went to take a bath and went to bed.

Zhang Qingming took out the cloth curtain he bought from the grocery bag.

"Uncle Zhao, can you do me a favor later?"

Zhang Qingming stood in front of the kitchen door and asked Zhao Dayong inside.

"What's the matter!"

Zhao Dayong was washing the dishes, and he looked at Zhang Qingming with a pleasant face. After all, Zhang Qingming's little model looks relatively immature. Although they are all high school students, they look like a child.

In addition, she obediently went shopping for herself in the morning.

Returning to the peach, Zhao Dayong still understands this.

"Go and hang up the curtain for me."

Zhang Qingming raised the curtain in his hand and said.

"good!"

At this time, Zhao Dayong washed the last bowl, wiped his hands, and went into their room with Zhang Qingming.

At this time, Zhang Yunhan was lying on the bed to rest, when he saw Zhao Dayong and the two of them come in together.

She got up with a grunt from the bed, her expression was a bit panic, and a bit ferocious, she looked really ugly.

Zhao Dayong glanced at her, then took the curtain of Zhang Qingming's bed and set it up for her.

Fortunately, Zhang Qingming’s bed originally had a mosquito net. At this time, the curtain was hung up. In this way, her private space was also available.

"Thank you Uncle Zhao!"

Zhang Qingming said with a smile.

"You are welcome!"