"This porridge isn't thick enough, the flavor is still lacking a bit."
"This meat bun has scallions in it, not good, not good, pay attention next time."
"And this soy milk, seems like it's cooled down."
At the dining table, An Momo held an oily breadstick in her left hand and a large cup of soy milk in her right, speaking in a somewhat patronizing tone, as if she were a food critic.
"Uh huh, I'll pay attention next time." Jiang Qingrou's pretty face blushed, she nodded and earnestly replied.
Zhang Xinran looked at An Momo helplessly, "Momo, you have so many requirements every day, how about you make breakfast yourself tomorrow?"
"No... no way, I can't get up." An Momo's eyes flashed with confusion, shaking her head as she refused.
"Whack~~~"
Ye Tian reached out and flicked An Momo on the forehead, then looked at her sternly, "Why do you always have something to say during breakfast??"
"Ye Tian, how dare you hit me, you got a lot of nerve, hey, you hit me again! Boohoo~~~"
