Ruyu stared at the breakfast placed on the dining table with her eyes wide open, and she almost had an illusion that at this moment, she was not at home, but in a five-star hotel, because this breakfast was completely from a five-star hotel

standard.

She almost instinctively took a sandwich, took a bite, and asked vaguely while eating, "Well, are Dongfang Mo and Xi Muru so poor that they can't afford to hire a chef? You are so young that you are actually

They rushed to the kitchen as servants?"

The little witch shook her head after hearing her words, then sighed heavily and said, "The fact is the opposite. It is not that there are no chefs in Yiqinmo City, but because there are too many chefs. You should have heard a monk carry water to drink.

The story of two monks carrying water to drink, but three monks having no water to drink? The truth is the same, so in the end, everyone was lazy, and I had the opportunity to go to the kitchen to learn cooking skills."

"Go, don't gild yourself on your face," Ruyu glared at her, not believing her nonsense. Do the chefs in Yiqinmo City dare to be lazy?

Mu Yao, who is over seven years old, can make such a good breakfast. It is not because she volunteered to go to the kitchen to practice cooking skills. She probably was Xi Muru who was tortured by this little witch so much that she couldn't think of any other way, so she put it in

She rushed to the kitchen to be a coolie.

Anyway, Xi Muru grew up in the kitchen since she was a child, and she likes to cook and has always had a special liking for the kitchen, but she is not by her side. Yun Hengyun has always pursued the "gentleman farewell to the kitchen" among the two playboys.

', So, the only thing she can cultivate is Mu Yao, the little witch.

"Dongfangyu, do you know that you have a bitter melon face, especially when you get fierce, it looks like a bitter melon?" Mu Yao sat opposite her, holding a sandwich in her hand and looking at her, and then spoke kindly.

He said: "I think you shouldn't divorce Kim Jong-nam. If you really get divorced, just with your bitter face, which man in this world is willing to marry you?"

Ruyu almost sprayed out the soy milk that she had drunk in her mouth after hearing this. She was not surprised to tell Mu Yao that she had a bitter melon face, because Mu Yao was a little witch, and she had always heard something ugly.

The purpose is just to make you angry. She has long been immune to her mean mouth.

She was shocked by how Mu Yao knew about her divorce from Kim Jong-nam. She and Kim Jong-nam only started to divorce the night before yesterday, and she didn't even have time to say her daddy, Che Qi-hyun, how did Mu Yao know

Yes? Could it be that she also installed a wiretap machine on her?

"When did you come to Seoul?" Ruyu put down the soy milk in her hand and stared at the little girl opposite her. Her pink face looked like an angel, but no matter how she looked, she looked like a little devil.

"Ahem," Mu Yao cleared her throat, and then said carelessly: "I just touched the so-called charity party the night before yesterday. I originally wanted to come to find you, but unfortunately,

It's two meters away from you, and then I meet you and your husband, hey......"
Chapter completed!