"I said I wanted to eat cranberry cake, and Becca said she wanted chocolate cake, and we didn't say we wanted pasta.
Hmph, you don't take our mother and daughter's words to heart at all. ” He stopped his knife and fork, looked at Sier's crumpled face, the cute appearance made the corners of his lips not rise a little, and said, "I went outside just now, the cake shop is closed, and only this pasta shop is still open." ” "I don't dare to run too far, I'm afraid that your mother and daughter will cry and want to find me, so I'll buy some."
His first sentence was nothing, but the latter sentence annoyed Ciel.
Cill looked at him and said, "Who is crying to find you, shameless." ” "Really," he curled his lips slightly, "who leaned on my shoulder and said I should never leave her, um" "You" Ciel was so angry with him that his face turned a little red, but he did do that kind of bad thing, and he couldn't quibble.
So she had no choice but to eat Huanglian dumbly and swallow this grievance into her stomach.
She snorted at him, then lowered her head and picked up her knife and fork, intending to eat noodles, not wanting to deal with him as a shameless person.
"Mom and Dad helped me" Suddenly, she heard Becca's voice asking for help.
She hurriedly looked in Becca's direction to see what was wrong with Becca.
Becca was found eating a noodle in her small mouth, and she was constantly sucking the noodle into her mouth with her small teeth, but the noodle was so long that she sucked it for a long time and connected to the plate.
At this moment, the little girl was looking at the eyes of the two adults who were asking for help.
Wow wow.
This noodle is a youkai.
She didn't like it.
Cill looked at Becca like this, angry and funny.
This little girl, don't you know that this kind of noodles is sticky into a dish, and you have to use a knife to cut it before you can eat it It's stupid.
Like her father, she's a big one.
He looked at his daughter and smiled and thought, this girl is really just like her mother, stupid.
But it's really cute.
Becca always heard the two of them say that they looked like each other.
Listen, listen, her own little head is also clouded.
Who the hell is she like?
"Let's cut it for my daughter."
He said.
"Hmm."
Cill looked at him and nodded amusedly, then picked up the fork on the table and cut the noodles where Becca's chin landed.
Soon, the noodles that were joined together were cut.
Becca gullifed the rest of the noodles into her small mouth, swearing sullenly as she finished.
She never wants to eat these pesky noodles again But she was a little hungry.
And these noodles seem to taste good.
Hee-hee, so she should keep eating.
That's right, she's just a child who often doesn't talk much.
But she only talks occasionally, and a lot of the time she talks doesn't count.
Hee-hee The three of them were having breakfast when his cell phone rang on the tea table.
He looked at the tea table, put down his knife and fork, got up and walked over there.
Becca was accustomed to her father answering the phone, so she was still clumsily cutting the noodles on her plate with her head down with a knife and fork, intending to cut them until they were the size of ants.
That way she won't choke.
Cill looked at his back as he answered the phone, and his originally ruddy face gradually turned pale.
Because she had a gut feeling that the call had nothing to do with what happened today.
"I'm not going to change my mind about what I've decided, and I'm going to find a reason to send him away.
If you refuse to leave, you will go straight to the judicial process. ”oshow7 t1706231537: