Mr. Lu, the World’s Sweetest Man

She had to think of a way to make sure in the fastest way.

Yun Wei poured the other half of the porridge into a bowl.

How do you know what's in it?

She thought for a while, called Aunt Ji, and said, "Aunt Ji, I don't seem to have very good skin these days. I want to eat some porridge to replenish it. I don't know what to eat. Do you think this porridge is good?"

"Miss, your skin is white and red. If your skin is not good, no one's skin is good." Aunt Ji smiled.

"Really?" Yun Wei cupped her face and looked in the mirror. Her lips were red, her teeth were white, her eyes were bright and her teeth were bright, and she did look too good.

This was also inseparable from the nourishment Lu Zhanting gave her.

Aunt Ji smiled and said, "But this skin does depend on long-term maintenance. I will let you stew some blood swallows in the kitchen."

"Good." Yun Wei smiled.

The conversation between her and Aunt Ji was very loud, so that Chen Meixin in the aisle outside could have heard it.

When Chen Meixin heard this, she hurried in and said, "Sister, what good food do you eat for skin care?"

Yun Wei pointed to the porridge in the bowl: "I was talking about trying this. Recently, I feel that my skin is really bad."

Chen Meixin looked at Yun Wei up and down, and saw that she was as white as snow and creamy. Is this too bad for her skin?

She knew that Yunwei's food and clothing were the best, and the porridge used to nourish the skin would certainly not be bad.

She immediately said: "My good sister, your skin is so good, so let me eat this porridge."

After she finished speaking, without waiting for Yun Wei's consent, she picked up the bowl, snorted a few mouthfuls, and poured all of the delicious food into her mouth, and she was finished in three or two.

Yun Wei said: "You have finished eating, I also said to keep it for food."

"Anyway, let the kitchen do it. Sister doesn't even feel bad about this, right?" Chen Meixin took it for granted.

Yun Wei grinned bitterly and said loudly: "You are all eaten up, where is it so easy to do it again? Would you justify it?"

Chen Meixin was not happy anymore: "It's just half a bowl of porridge. Sister, do you want anything. If anyone in the kitchen doesn't listen to you, are you so stingy? Uncle Chen also said that you should take care of me and let me."

The loud quarrel between Chen Meixin and Yun Wei quickly attracted Chen Haiming.

He frowned: "What are you making, Yun Wei?"

"Dad, I want to eat some porridge today to nourish my face, who knows that after half a bowl of it, Maxim's took it all over. Isn't this too domineering?" Yun Wei said.

"What's the matter, half a bowl of porridge. Let the kitchen redo. Yun Wei, you are old, so you have to make some sisters." Chen Haiming looks like a kind father, like many parents, criticizes himself whenever something goes wrong. The daughter appeared generous, but in fact he was biased towards Chen Meixin in everything.

"Yeah, sister, it's a big deal, I'll serve you a bowl again later." Chen Meixin also said generously.

"But this is different. This is grandpa's porridge. I just went to see grandpa and saw that he couldn't eat it, so I brought it to eat by myself. Only half a bowl was eaten, and Maxim's ate the other half. Where is grandpa's porridge in the kitchen? Are they cooked every day?" Yun Wei complained.

She did all this deliberately. As expected, when she finished speaking, Chen Haiming became anxious: "You all ate that bowl of porridge?"

"One person and half a bowl." Yun Wei said, knowing that her method worked, Chen Haiming would definitely be anxious because Chen Meixin had eaten the porridge.