There was a pot of soup on the marble table in the kitchen.

It felt quite hot at the touch.

A note was pressed under the casserole, Xi Xi took it out to see.

The font is clear and straightforward, much like Xue Mingcan's style.

[Insufficient to put in the refrigerator]

Xi Yan: "..."

I thought I would see some warm words, but I didn't expect it to be such a word that she should not waste it ...

...?

Xi Yan felt a little inexplicable about his mentality.

Why does she have expectations for Xue Mingcan?

Xue Mingcan is Shen He, why should she expect something from Shen He?

Was her head kicked by the donkey?

The blink of an eye changed the emotion back to calmness.

She glanced coldly at the warm chicken broth, and her rumbling stomach made it impossible for her to ignore the food.

In the end, she opened the chair and sat down, serving herself a bowl.

The chicken was soft and crispy, just right.

The chicken soup is rich and mellow.

It is a delicious dish that uses ingredients to the extreme.

It seems Xue Mingcan's cooking is really good.

...

Early the next morning, Xue Mingcan got up an hour earlier than at school.

Because he has to prepare breakfast, and also take a bus from here to school.

Last night he had studied the bus routes. From this neighborhood to the school, it took a twenty-minute bus ride.

This has taken into account the time of the traffic jam.

It can be seen that the price of this apartment must not be low.

Because the Royal Capital University is located in a prime location of the Royal Capital, every inch of land is precious.

In a neighborhood so close to Imperial University, think about how expensive it should be.

Xue Mingcan opened the door of the room, and saw Xi Gang already up.

The curtains in the living room were gently blown by the breeze, slowly floating in the air, and retracted.

A low melodious and soothing music sound was introduced into the ears, and Xi Xi, wearing sports underwear, was practicing yoga on a yoga mat, and a black mask was on his face.

"... Early." Xue Mingcan stunned for a long time before saying hello to Xi.

Xi Yan just lifted his eyelids and glanced at him without answering.

Xue Mingcan just thought she was inconvenient to speak with a mask, and didn't care.

Anyway, he never thought of getting too many responses from Zhiwei, he just had to do his job well.

After all, Zhiwei was going to take his mother to the capital.

However, Xue Mingcan knows that it is absolutely impossible for him to have so much money as a babysitter a month, even for a wealthy babysitter.

So he made a secret decision last night, and when he got rich after work, he would return the money to Zhiwei.

When Xue Mingcan walked to the kitchen and saw the chicken soup with the lid open to one side, his mood suddenly became bad.

"Zhiwei, why did n’t you drink the chicken soup last night without covering the lid?" He picked up the note that had been obviously moved, and asked with heartache and angrily: "Don't you already read my note? What about you Do n’t put the chicken soup that has n’t been drunk in the refrigerator? It ’s so hot, and it ’s a waste if you leave it outside! ”

Xi Yan still did not reply to these words.

Xue Mingcan walked out of the kitchen with a sloppy note, holding a note in his hand, and with a heartache expression, he wanted to give him an explanation.

After completing the last action, Xi Yan took the mask off his face and threw it into the trash can. Then he looked straight at him and said, "First, it's not what you want me to do, what I'm going to do."