Chapter 625
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After much effort, she finally pushed the man away, got up, and got out of bed.
In the living room, the aroma was even stronger.
Jiang Tingxu came out of the room and saw that there were already several dishes on the table.
Stir-fried bamboo shoots with pepper, shredded pork with fish flavor, and a plate of stir-fried meat. No wonder the aroma was so strong. These dishes were very delicious.
In the kitchen, there was a strong smell of bone soup.
Jiang Tingxu stole a piece of bamboo shoot and walked to the kitchen while eating.
Unexpectedly, in the kitchen, a certain little guy was openly giving special treatment.
"Grandma Wen, tofu, Ning Ning wants to eat tofu."
Aunt Wen held a bowl in one hand and a spoon in the other to feed the little guy.
"Okay, let's eat this fish first and then we'll eat tofu."
"Okay."
"What delicious food are you eating?"
Jiang Tingxu's sudden words caused the little guy to pause in his eating.
"Jiang Tingxu, you're awake?"
At this moment, Jiang Tingxu had already walked over.
"If I'm not awake, I won't be able to see your Grandma Wen giving you special treatment." He deliberately teased.
The little guy immediately reached out to cover his little mouth, deceiving himself.
Wen Jie couldn't help but laugh and ask,
"Where's Xiao Mo?"
"He should be awake soon."
Wen Jie hurriedly said,
"I heard from Ning Ning that Xiao Mo stayed up all night to work last night? Let him sleep a little longer. Let's leave the dishes. "
Mo Boyuan wasn't the only one who stayed up all night to work last night, okay?
"Aunt Wen, if you continue to be biased, my brother will be angry with you!"
Wen Jie was helpless.
"Okay, okay, don't be jealous. Are you hungry?"
"Yes!"
"Then go out and sit. Take Ning Ning out too. I'll get the soup."
Jiang Tingxu held his son's hand and held the stewed codfish that Wen Jie specially made for his son in the other hand.
When the mother and son came out of the kitchen, Mo Boyuan also came out of the room.
"Daddy!"
The little guy immediately shouted, but then seemed to remember that his father had given him a lot of homework. His little face fell, and he turned his head and ignored his father.
Mo Boyuan didn't care about the brat's attitude. He looked at Jiang Tingxu.
"Honey, when did you wake up?" He asked.
Jiang Tingxu fed his son the codfish and rolled his eyes.
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