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    After Tang Jia Chong went out in the evening, Mu Xiao looked around, the home was actually emptier than she had ever seen it.

    There were only a few bottles of spices on the kitchen counter and many of the cabinets were empty.

    Anyway how does this home feel like a hotel guest house.

    It’s so smokeless.

    Mako decided to make a trip to the grocery store to fill up the kitchen first, and wait for the rest to come later.

    You’ll have to talk to Tong Ka Chong about the big stuff.

    After all, it was his house and they weren’t really a family yet.

    While shopping at the supermarket, Mu Xiao tweets Tang Jia Chong.

    Ask him what he likes to snack on and drink.

    When he didn’t reply, he put away his cell phone and continued to stroll.

    I saw a sale on electric fans and thought I didn’t see any in the house.

    You can’t keep the air conditioning on, so you took out your cell phone again and tweeted Tang Jia Chong to ask him.

    Tang Jia Chong didn’t even reply.

    After a while, and WeChat sent over to ask: “What do you want to eat for breakfast tomorrow, what kind of drink, milk soy milk juice or porridge?”

    Tang Jia Chong delayed to give her back to WeChat, Mu Xiao thought he might be busy, and it is not good to call over rashly.

    It wasn’t until Mu Xiao went home to finish catching up on the few remaining lines of the drama during her stay at the hotel and was all ready to go to bed that Tang Jia Chong came back with a WeChat that had only two words, “Juice.”

    The issues mentioned earlier were all ignored by him.

    But it doesn’t matter.

    Mako yawned lazily and put her phone on flight mode.

    She bought too much stuff at the supermarket today and she was afraid she wouldn’t be able to lift it, so she didn’t buy any juice.

    Fruit was available, but no juicer.

    After all, he was the golden father, and she wanted to be nice to him before she tweeted him and asked him, but he was only now tweeting back.

    Then she wouldn’t spoil him, so she’d prepare breakfast in the morning, depending on her mood.

    The next morning, Mako opened her eyes and looked around at everything unfamiliar, reacting for a moment before realizing where she was.

    With that, he grabbed his underwear and thin jacket from the bed and suddenly smiled again.

    Liu Hongying would not allow her to go anywhere away from her bedroom without underwear, or wear clothes that were too revealing.

    Exposure also includes low-necked, sleeveless clothing, so whenever it’s not bedtime, Mako wraps herself up tightly.

    Having come back last night and showered that is, she naturally grabbed a full set of clothes to change into.

    Sitting in the living room, he remembered that this was his home now, and that he would never be reprimanded by Liu Hongying again.

    Mako stood up from the bed, moodily tossing her jacket along with her underwear up in the air, but in the end, she honestly changed her clothes.

    Because there’s another man in the house that I can’t be honest with for a while.

    I went downstairs and bought a cage of Xiao Long Bao, a couple of doughnuts, came back and fried two more poached eggs and warmed up two glasses of milk.

    She heard a rattle in the master bedroom and went to knock on the door, “Breakfast.”

    There was an “uh-huh” from inside.

    Mako then twisted around and sat down at the dining table to drink milk while looking at her cell phone.

    Living here without a housemaid to wait on him, Tang Jia Chong is not quite used to the idea of coming home at night with no one to put him in the bath or to bring him hot milk.

    Early risers, too, and many things the housemaids do first thing.

    There is absolutely no chance that the dirty clothes you changed out of last night are still in the bathroom or in any corner of the bedroom.

    Not to mention the fact that there is a maid in the house, and that Auntie Yang is a very virtuous and attentive person who gets everything done before he does.

    When Tang Jia Chong came back last night, he was rummaging through the box by himself and found vacuum-packed pure milk, opened it and drank it.

    For breakfast he is not going to drink any more milk and usually has fruit juice mostly.

    So when he saw the hot milk in front of his seat he couldn’t help but frown.

    “I think I told you yesterday I drink juice for breakfast.” Tang Jia Chong said with a stern face.

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