Su Qing quickly helped Qiao Muer change her clothes, washed up, and went out.
Her mind was in a mess and she didn't know whether the assistant who called was Xiaomi or Cai Cai.
But no matter who it was, she bet.
Given that these two little girls' heads are filled with gossip, they must have imagined a melodramatic and entangled romance novel of at least a million words after they found out that the person who answered the phone was Yi Nanfeng.
"Alas, we are running out of time. Mu'er, let's drink some milk and eat some bread first, okay? When we get to the set, I'll ask Xiaomi to buy you breakfast."
Su Qing looked at the watch while holding Xiao Mu'er's hand out of the bedroom.
Today's play cannot be delayed no matter what. She is not the kind of director who will let personal matters affect work.
But there have been too many troubles recently, and even if I don’t want to, I have to admit it.
Her personal affairs have affected her work.
The filming of this drama will take three months. It is a 30-episode TV series, and they will be working in shifts, so it should be finished in more than three months.
Su Qing was anxious, so she held Xiao Muer's hand and went to the dining room. But before she stepped into the dining room, she was attracted by a fragrance.
“Hmm… It smells so good…” Little Mu’er twitched her little nose and ran forward quickly.
Su Qing followed behind and stepped into the dining room. She was almost scared by the table full of sumptuous breakfast.
White porridge with a strong aroma of grain, yellow and fragrant egg pancakes, and a variety of side dishes.
On the other side, there are fried eggs, bacon, toast, milk...
Su Qing blinked her watery eyes slightly. She never knew that breakfast at home could come up with so many variations.
"This... this is you..." She pointed at the breakfast on the table in disbelief.
Yi Nanfeng nodded gently: "Eat quickly, and then let's go to the set together. I don't know whether you like Chinese or Western breakfast, so I just used the ingredients in your refrigerator to make these."
Just... did these
Cough, cough, cough.
Su Qing felt her face was a little hot.
She thought she was a good cook, but when she saw Yi Nanfeng could make these delicious breakfasts in a short time, she still felt inferior.
“Delicious, um… so delicious…” Little Mu’er had already sat down and started eating, with an omelet in her mouth, and she didn’t forget to praise it.
Compared to the old house of the Qiao family, there is a cold dining table every morning and a variety of exquisite but lacking Western-style breakfasts.
Qiao Muer only felt that the noodles made by Su Qing's mother and the white porridge and egg pancakes made by the actor uncle were the real delicacies.
No matter how smart children are, they are powerless against delicious food.
At this time, Qiao Muer completely forgot that Yi Nanfeng was her father's "rival in love". She drank a mouthful of porridge, ate a bite of egg pancake, and scooped a spoonful of peanuts from the small dish.
The food warms my stomach, which makes me feel very happy in this winter.
After finishing the meal, Su Qing cleaned up quickly and Yi Nanfeng also came to help.
Because she was the one who had taken advantage of her, Su Qing felt embarrassed to chase him away again, so she could only let Yi Nanfeng's tall figure stay in the kitchen with her, and the two of them were busy dividing the work.
To be honest, Su Qing was surprised that Yi Nanfeng could cook.
She also thought that all talented actors and young movie stars should be like Yue Ze.
Very talented at work, but... well... a little weak at doing things around the house.
But Yi Nanfeng is obviously not like that. He is very dedicated in his work, and in his life... he is also a person who enjoys life. (To be continued)