Master Xi Wants To Make Official Announcements Every Day

Ruan Xiaoqi, who was exposed for eavesdropping, glanced around with her beautiful peach eyes, and pointed her fingers guilty.

Qin Qingdi, who was sitting opposite the dining table, was dazzled by the cuteness.

She grabbed Bai Yuchen's sleeve and cried, "So cute and soft, why did Brother Jiu take it away..."

There are three black lines under the corner of Bai Yuchen's forehead.

He shook his head speechlessly, and glanced at Gu Feiyang indiscriminately.

Gu Feiyang leaned on the chair with his legs crossed, flipping through the news on the forum casually.

Just as Bai Yuchen wanted to breathe a sigh of relief, his gaze inadvertently swept across the headlines of the news——

"What are the subsidy policies/policies for pig farming"

Bai Yuchen: "..."

Brother, when you are pretending, can you choose a news that matches your status?

...

After lunch, Gu Feiyang and the others left.

Ruan Munan went to the company, and Yan Jiuyuan left after finishing the injection.

In the villa, there were only Ruan Qi, Xijiu, Baby Damai, and two dogs, Anise and Xiaofen.

After Xi Jiu finished washing the fruit, Ruan Qi moved to his side with a pillow in her arms, and looked at him quietly from the corner of her eye.

The man pretended not to see the little girl's sneak peek, lowered his head, picked up a pear and began to peel it.

The little girl stared at him for two seconds, then frowned in confusion.

The corners of Xi Jiu's lips curled up indistinctly.

The little girl began to struggle to pick the pillow.

She picked for a while, then coughed pretendingly.

"Jiujiu..."

A smile flickered across Xi Jiu's drooping black eyes.

He put the pear down, raised his eyes and looked at her intently, "Huh?"

Ruan Qi was "Huh? ’ Little face flushed.

She stretched out her small paws to grab the corner of the man's clothes, and said softly and coquettishly, "Jiujiu, the soup made by my aunt is delicious."

Xi Jiujun twitched his eyebrows and let out a soft 'hmm'.

The little girl blinked her beautiful peach eyes, pretending to be a little greedy cat.

"Jiujiu, I still want to drink such delicious soup." She licked her mouth greedily, then frowned pretending to be tangled, "But my aunt is busy taking care of my uncle, so I'm sorry to bother her."

After finishing speaking, she sighed listlessly, "Hey, it would be great if someone could learn from my aunt's skills!~"

Xi Jiu looked at the little girl who was a playwright, and the smile in her eyes grew stronger.

He wiped his hands with a tissue, then pinched her chin and lifted her little face up.

The little girl immediately showed an expression of 'I can't even have a bowel movement if I can't drink soup'.

Xi Jiu couldn't bear it any longer, and laughed softly.

"Baby wants soup so much?"

The little girl nodded quickly.

Xi Jiu: "Then I'll ask the chef at home to make it for you?"

"No!" The little girl immediately shook her head like a rattle, "Auntie's cooking is the best!"

After finishing speaking, she was still afraid that he would not believe it, so she repeated with puffy cheeks, "It's super delicious!"

Xi Jiu looked at the little girl's peach blossom eyes full of tension and expectation, and her cold heart softened a little.

He chuckled, reaching out and pulling her into his arms.

"I'll ask her to teach me how to make soup." The man tenderly placed a kiss on the little girl's head, "Thank you, baby."

...

In the evening, Xi's family courtyard.

Xi Jiu stood outside the door, silently looking at the door that separated him for twenty-six years.

Footsteps suddenly sounded inside the door, followed by a 'click' of the door lock, and the door slowly opened.

Duan Wei who came out couldn't help but froze when she saw Xi Jiu.

Her face was conditioned to be cold, and her thin lips tightly pursed looked a little unreasonable.

Xi Jiu's gaze swept over Duan Wei's cold face, and then landed on her pale hand, her eyes flickered slightly.

He stared at her hand for two seconds.

"Do you have time?" Xi Jiu asked in a deep voice.

Duan Wei's hand holding the doorknob shook lightly, and gave a stiff 'hmm'.

Xi Jiu lifted the thermos pot in his hand and said blankly: "Xiao Qi likes your soup, can you teach me?"

Xi Jiu: A talking machine without emotion.

Duan Wei: Soup making machine without emotion.

Ruan Qi: ...I have paid too much for this family. 【cry】

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