"Brother, if you have the guts, never come out again, hmph!" Ye Qianwen kicked her brother Ye Tianchen's bedroom door fiercely and stomped down to the second floor, her little face scrunched up in fury.
With the arrival of Qi Ruxue at the Ye family, breakfast had become much more lavish. Luo Yan was a housewife who cooked excellent dishes, and Qi Ruxue was not a lazy and delicately raised miss at all. She was very skilled at cooking, much to Luo Yan's delight. So with the collaboration of these two chefs, the breakfast spread on the Ye family's dining table had become extremely generous. If it had been before, it would have been just milk or eggs, or perhaps noodles with mixed sauce, but today they had everything.
"Mom, Brother is just too mean, see for yourself, my Bichon Frise is so terribly ill with diarrhea, woo woo..."
