Just as the mother and daughter were busy in the kitchen, the father and son also came to the dining table.
Bo Sihan was sitting at the table with a tall and straight figure, patiently reading the English-language newspaper in his hand.
In contrast, Bo Xiaoyi, who was sitting on his right hand, sighed every ten seconds, especially when his eyes swept to the closed kitchen door, his expression looked like he was about to cry.
Glancing at his son from the corner of the eye, Bao Sihan asked, "Xiao Yi, why are you so absent-minded?"
Xiao Yi looked at her daddy and asked very seriously: "Daddy, have you ever eaten dark food?"
Bo Sihan put down the newspaper in his hand: "No."
"Then I wish you good luck." Bo Xiaoyi suddenly felt more sympathetic to her father, her delicate and lovely face wrinkled into a ball.
A bad premonition rose in Bo Sihan's heart, and he was about to ask, when he heard Bo Nuannuan's cheerful voice from the kitchen: "Mummy and I's special love breakfast is freshly baked!"
Soon, the father and son watched as Mu Wanwan's mother and daughter brought them a loving breakfast.
Mu Wanwan had just put the dinner plate in front of Bao Sihan, and Bao Sihan could already clearly smell the smell of paste, followed by Mu Wanwan's guilt-filled voice: "I'm sorry, I'll try my best." Stopped it, but there is still something out of the situation, please bear with it a little bit."
Before Bo Sihan could figure out what Mu Wanwan's words meant, he saw the two pieces of burnt toast on the dinner plate.
The Western-style breakfast, in addition to toast, also has salad, omelette and bacon. It is exquisite and delicious at first glance. It is not difficult to guess that it is Mu Wanwan's craftsmanship.
In this way, it is self-evident who made the two pieces of burnt toast.
Seeing Bo Nuannuan's irresistible smile, Bao Sihan immediately understood, and nodded slightly towards Mu Wanwan: "Sit down and eat together first."
"Daddy, brother, my mother and I made breakfast together this time. My mother said that my cooking is delicious, so please try it!" Bo Nuannuan waited until Mu Wanwan sat down, with a smile on his face. Crawled into the arms of my own mother.
"Aren't you guys going to eat?" Seeing that there were only two breakfasts, Bao Sihan couldn't help being a little puzzled.
"Daddy, before Mommy and Nuannuan prepare breakfast with love, they always eat the breakfast prepared by the chefs and uncles. Before you wake up, Daddy, I am the only one in our family who can eat breakfast with love." At the end of Bo Xiaoyi's speech, she bowed her head very sadly.
Bo Sihan also heard the implication of Bo Xiaoyi's words.
This little guy was complaining to him, telling him that before he woke up, he was the only one who was tortured by the dark cuisine.
"Yes! My brother always eats what Mommy and I make together, and says it's delicious. Daddy must have eaten breakfast made by Mommy before, right? Mommy's food is delicious, and Uncle's cooking is just as delicious, but I don't know if Dad likes the breakfast I made." Bo Nuannuan smiled, looked at Bao Sihan expectantly and asked, "Daddy, guess what's on the plate? Breakfast, which one did I cook?"
"It's toast." Bao Sihan answered his daughter's question without thinking, and then realized that he answered too quickly, "Because toast looks the most appetizing."
"Then dad and brother, hurry up and try it!" Bo Nuannuan said happily after being coaxed into elation.
Under her expectant eyes, the father and son picked up the toast.
Mu Wanwan also felt a little distressed, but she couldn't bear to dampen her little daughter's enthusiasm.
Fortunately, the toast is just a bit burnt, so it should, probably still be edible.
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