Nalan Xiner is petrified.

She kicks on the quilt, drools, rolls over the bed?

Well, her sleeping posture is always bad.

But... how did the uncle know?

Didn't he stay up in the middle of the night, staring at her exclusively?

It's terrible...

Suddenly, there was a feeling of not wearing clothes in front of him.

Seeing the little thing on alert, the corners of Dongfang Yunhe's lips slightly curled up, hiding a black-bellied smile, holding up the American Ginseng Cordyceps Chicken Soup, scooping a spoon, and sending it to her lips: "Hey, Drink more."

Nalan Xin'er drank according to her words.

Eyes widened, eyebrows were raised——

"Well, it's delicious! More!"

Dongfang Yunhe patiently scooped another spoonful for her: "Drink slowly, if you drink it all, maybe you won't wear the quilt tonight..."

puff--

Nalan Xiner almost squirted out the chicken soup.

"Uncle! I hate it!"

After being so teased by Dongfang Yunhe, the depressed mood just now was quietly transferred.

The two of you started to discuss the scientific and logical relationship between eating and sleeping.

It took an hour after a breakfast.

Satisfied to eat a beautiful breakfast, Nalan Xiner offered to invite Ying: "Uncle, thank you for making such a delicious breakfast, let me wash the dishes!"

"Are you sure...you can?" Dongfang Yunhe's deep eyes narrowed slightly, looking at her white and delicate little paws, not very convinced that she could do it.

Nalan Xiner curled her lips: "Even the uncle can cook, why can't I wash the dishes?"

She waved her small hand: "Look at me!"

Stack the dishes, hold them and walk to the kitchen.

Dongfang Yunhe leaned against the sofa in his spare time, staring at the back of the little thing with a smile.

Nalan Xiner was holding a tall stack of plates, and after walking a few steps, she realized that serving the plates was not so easy!

She wanted to put a few of them back, but now she looked back and looked a little embarrassed. She said all the big words just now, so she has to put it on...

Gritting her teeth, she prayed that the plate would not fall.

But the steps are crooked-

"what!"

The plate tilted and it was about to fall to the floor!

In the next second, she felt that there was an indescribable force that made her whole body steady and balanced again. Even the skewed plates are neatly arranged in a straight line!

Nalan Xin'er blinked: "Big Ben, don't my eyes have flowers? The plate hasn't broken? Will my legs stand straight? This...isn't it a new skill given to me by the watch space? "

The hands of a certain clock twitched: "I didn't see this clock..."

It definitely won't, reminding this heartless woman that a certain man is laughing happily and black belly behind him.

Nalan Xin'er muttered, and finally, without any danger, carried a large stack of plates and sent them to the kitchen sink.

Wearing an apron and waterproof gloves, she began to wash up in no uncertain terms, and even hummed a little song happily.

It didn't take a few minutes.

"Ping pong pong--"

There was a sound of clashing dishes in the kitchen.

Nalan Xiner spread her hands and looked helplessly at the broken bodies on the ground.

She just wanted to take it to the disinfection cabinet to disinfect and dry it, why did she slip and break it halfway?

Pulling her hair in annoyance, she was about to pick up the "criminal evidence" into the trash can.

But, I don’t know when, a certain man actually leaned against the door frame, squinting at her: "Little thing, this is your first time washing dishes, right?"

Nalan Xin'er pursed her mouth unwillingly: "I hate it, you guessed it again..."

As the eldest of the Nalan family, she was raised by her stepmother as a straw bale since she was a child. How could she wash dishes?

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