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"Good morning, you have a seat, I'll go make breakfast for Xiaomai,"
Having said that, he didn't glance at her again and entered the kitchen to start busying himself.
Tan Xianmei craned her neck to peer into the kitchen.
She saw Qiao Chutian tying on an apron and beginning to prepare the ingredients for porridge.
Mother Zhang spoke up, "Young Master, actually the porridge you make is not much different from what I make. You're so busy, why not let me make the porridge for the young madam from now on?"
"I like her to eat the porridge I make with my own hands,"
Qiao Chutian replied indifferently.
Hearing this, Tan Xianmei's heart gave a violent twitch.
She hadn't expected Mai Xiaomai to be so fortunate.
What made her worthy of such happiness?
Her gaze, resting on the back of Qiao Chutian, began to darken, until Mother Zhang came out and greeted her, "Miss Tan, your breakfast is ready, please come over to eat."
"Okay, thank you, Mother Zhang."
