‘Xiao Jing’s mother made the lion head you like to eat, and she’s about to go home for dinner.’

'You should wash your hands and have dinner quickly. If you are so adult, you won't help with housework. You'll make it difficult for me. If it weren't for the Lan family's orders, I would have really given you away."

Yan Zao once wondered if he had picked it up.

Almost secretly went for a paternity test.

If she wasn't her biological child, she would leave immediately. Even if she went out to beg for food, she wouldn't stay in this house.

Since childhood, she has been used to sitting on the bench. Xu Meihong's enthusiasm made Yan abruptly unaccustomed. She pushed her hand away coldly, "I had something to do when I went there just now, and I happened to pass by here."

A look that you don't plan to enter the door.

Xu Meihong was a little disappointed.

Then a smile piled up on his face, "I often come back in the future and tell my mother what I want to eat."

She once again wanted to pull Yan Zao's hand, but Yan Zao avoided it.

Yan Zao shook his head, "No, I've eaten it."

His cold attitude made Xu Meihong at a loss and turned her attention to Yan's father.

Yan Chenghua said in a gentle voice: "Your mother has stewed chicken soup, so come in and drink some soup."

He looked cautious, afraid that Yan would refuse.

Yan Yuanjing directly held Yan Zao's arm and dragged her into the house, "Sister, you won't leave after coming back today. You haven't been home for so long."

The young man who is over 1.8 meters tall really uses brute force, and Yan can't resist it.

In fact, it is because I yearn for it in my heart.

It is a small second floor, and the living room is well-organized, and the furniture is still the same set of old furniture. Some new bonsai and home appliances have been purchased.

Even though I haven't received much warmth in this family since I was a child, Yan Zao's heart still felt a warmth in his heart when he saw everything familiar when he came in.

A sense of security without reason.

Yan Chenghua and Xu Meihong were busy in the kitchen together, able to sit on the long dining table of eight people, Yan Yuanjing showed off in front of Yan Zao with his high scores in the exam.

Since childhood, he has achieved good grades. Yan Zao knew that he wanted to find a topic to chat with her.

The food was served one by one, and Yan would take a look at each dish. For her, it was a memory, and some things were really not something that could be given up just by wanting to give up.

For example, this...a family affection that has never been felt before.

When she was most lost, she thought of home, just like Lan Mu had never liked her or given her warmth. When she was bullied, she still ran towards him with joy.

How ridiculous.

The most terrifying thing in this world is habits, used to likes, and used to accepting the indifference of the world towards her.

The last dish was chicken soup, which was hot and covered with chopped green onion, and the fragrance came to your nose.

Yan Chenghua took an empty bowl and scooped chicken soup into the bowl with a spoon. Finally, he took a chicken leg and put it in the bowl. He handed the bowl to Yan Zai with both hands, "Drink the soup early. This chicken is a free-range chicken that your mother bought at the vegetable market early in the morning, and it is very nourishing."

It is indeed free-range chickens, and the chicken soup is all golden. The oily light on the chicken leg makes Yan's eyes a little sour.

‘Xiao Jing, both chicken legs are yours. I’m going to take the exam, so you can eat more.’

In fact, the family is not poor, not as good as those wealthy families, but they are many times better than those, so they have to do so much food.

Yan Zao picked up the spoon, scooped a spoonful of chicken soup and put it to his mouth, and blew it down and drank it.
Chapter completed!