Whose?


    The little question mark rose from his heart. The little guy sucked his nose and forced himself to wake up again.


    I just heard a tinkling sound outside.


    With the regular sound of cutting vegetables and the slight sound of collision with pots and pans, a strange symphony is formed, which permeates Xiang Xing''s ears.


    After a while, an extremely attractive fragrance strongly poured into her nose.


    ……


    It''s food!!


    The pheromone of food made Xiang Xing more sober. He couldn''t help but subconsciously wipe his small mouth, stagger to sit up and climb out of bed.


    Misted with bleary moist soft eyes, he stumbled out with the fragrance on the fuzzy and strange road in front of him.


    After groping for a long time, I finally found the door with the strongest fragrance and the clearest sound, and opened it.


    The soft eyes were wide open and looked inside.


    I saw a tall figure in a light gray shirt, standing busy in front of the stove.


    On the stove, a small casserole was rumbling, and the greedy smell came out of it.


    Seeing this, Xiang Xing didn''t care about her image, as if the wolf saw the leftover fried chicken bones she ate and rushed directly towards the stove


    Fortunately, the man was quick eyed and stopped her in time.


    "What are you doing?"


    Wu Chen helplessly looked at the little girl who pulled her arm hard, and the other hand crazily extended to the small casserole on the stove, and silently shook her head.


    "... I''m starving!"


    Xiang Xing shouted with milk and milk. Then he raised his small head, squeezed out two big tears from his soft eyes, and looked pitifully at the man.


    He couldn''t help laughing.


    After thinking about it, he suddenly put down the kitchen knife in his hand, turned back, picked up the little guy, threw him aside and sat on the dwarf cabinet.


    "It''ll be ready soon. You wait."


    The man said faintly, then turned back and continued to beat everything on the stove.


    Xiang Xing could only wipe the saliva while staring at him and adding ingredients to the small casserole.


    Among those ingredients, in addition to the chicken that looks very fresh and tender, there are some things like medicinal materials.


    There is even a kind of purplish red herb that she and her little sister have never seen in their memory, but can feel an inexplicable fluctuation of spiritual power.


    After Wu Chen put the herb into the small casserole, the fragrance of medicinal diet in the air added some spiritual breath that could greedily kill all psychics.


    Finally, after a while of cooking, Wu Chen turned off the fire and brought the small casserole down the stove.


    Seeing this, the little guy''s soft eyes suddenly became bright. He couldn''t help jumping off the low cabinet, eagerly followed the man out of the kitchen and came to the living room sofa.


    He took a small bowl, carefully filled it with yam and shredded chicken porridge and handed it to her.


    "Wow..."


    Xiang Xing''s soft eyes almost fell into the porridge that night.


    In the lavender porridge, yams are scattered in the glittering and translucent rice porridge, dotted with yellow shredded chicken and ginger, with green scallions, nourishing and fresh.


    Not to mention that these ingredients are mixed together with the greedy fragrance of strong spiritual breath


    The little guy smacked his mouth and couldn''t help it any longer. He reached out and held the small bowl.


    The next second, she was directly scalded by the heat transmitted by the porcelain bowl, which made her cry, retracted her little hand and squeezed her earlobe hard.