The next morning, when Han Xiaotu woke up, she found that Jiang Muliu had already gotten up and even had breakfast ready. If she was at the Nangong family, she would probably still be asleep, so she yawned to the living room.

"Han Xiaotu, I'm out. Come back tonight."

Before leaving, Jiang Mu explained in concisely.

Han Xiaotu nodded half-dream and half-awake, and then started to eat breakfast. As a seemingly simple but very delicious breakfast, Han Xiaotu had to sigh. As a lonely and beautiful boy, Jiang Muliu's craftsmanship is really first-class, and he is awesome!

After breakfast, Han Xiaotu immediately found that she was idle and had nothing to do. At the moment, there was no plan or plan for the next step, and Han Xiaotu fell into confusion for a moment.

I looked at Jiang Muliu's apartment. Although the place was small and there were few things, Jiang Muliu seemed to have not cleaned it from time to time, so it still looked a little messy.

Since there is nothing to do, let’s help Jiang Muliu clean up. Originally, when he said he wanted to live, he promised to do laundry, cook, and housework. Thinking of this, Han Xiaotu immediately came to work hard and helped Jiang Muliu clean up the house.

The eight-year maid experience in the Nangong family made Han Xiaotu very good at cooking and cleaning. So when Jiang Muliu returned home that night, he was surprised to find that the originally messy house had been completely renewed at some point, and the air was still filled with the strong fragrance of food.

At that time, Han Xiaotu, who was taking out the prepared chicken soup from the kitchen, saw Jiang Muliu coming back and immediately showed a bright smile, "It's time to eat!"

Faced with this scene that was very unfamiliar to him, Jiang Muliu was stunned for a moment, but soon, a touch of heart arose. He couldn't tell what this feeling was. However, when he saw the clean room, the table full of delicious food, and Han Xiaotu's smiling face, he felt very warm inexplicably.

Since his mother died when he was ten years old, there seems to be no second person in his family. For many years, he has been lonely and waiting for him is just an empty and cold house.

Jiang Muliu and Han Xiaotu sat down at the dining table. Han Xiaotu took the initiative to serve Jiang Muliu and scooped a large bowl of chicken soup.

"You did these...

After drinking the chicken soup, Jiang Muliu asked.

"Yeah." Han Xiaotu nodded, "I had nothing to do at home alone. I found that there was nothing in the refrigerator, so I went to the supermarket, bought some daily necessities and some dishes, and made them when I got home."

“It’s delicious.”

Although there were still not many expressions, Jiang Muliu's praise for selling face still made Han Xiaotu very happy.

"Tomorrow, I will make sweet and sour pork ribs for you, my specialty! Our young master used to..." Han Xiaotu, who was just happy and said something, stopped immediately. Everything about the young master should be completely removed from her mind and will never be mentioned again.

"Your young master?" Jiang Muliu raised his eyes in confusion.

"Ah-I mean, my family used to love eating sweet and sour pork ribs I made." Han Xiaotu quickly returned.

"By the way, why did you run away from home?"
Chapter completed!