The president has an appointment: the pretty wife is not allowed to escape

What's going on today?Is the sun coming out from the south?Thinking to myself, Ningxia still looked out of the window under the bright sun, no, it was to the east!No matter, let's fill up the stomach first!

Ning Xia was eating happily here, Ning Xue hummed a little song and entered the kitchen in a good mood, seeing Ning Xia was gulping down her porridge, her anger rose suddenly, her voice was high-pitched, so high that she could sing soprano, "Ningxia! What are you doing?! This is the porridge I left for the cat. You ate it. What does it eat?!"

Ningxia watched the porridge pot being snatched away by Ning Xue angrily, she was stunned, the corner of her mouth twitched, she said how could someone leave breakfast for her today, how dare she compete with the cat for food? !

Ning Xia cleared her throat and said sincerely, "I'm sorry, I didn't know it was for cats."

Ning Xue obviously didn't finish the fire, she was holding on to something and couldn't let it go, "I don't know? Why don't I know, it's not for the cat, but for you? Why are you so good at daydreaming!"

Ning Xia clenched the clothes by her side, her face gradually turned blue, obviously, she was also a little angry.Isn't it just a pot of cold porridge? As for speaking so badly?How rare is she? Is her Ningxia's status in the family not as good as a cat?

Immediately Ning Xia calmed down, isn't it, her identity is not as expensive as Ning Xue's cat?The cat at least ate a lot and drank a lot. Ning Xue and her parents took good care of her, while she did.

Ning Xia snorted coldly in her heart, and her heart was getting colder and colder. There was a feeling of unwillingness that was eager to burst, and was suppressed by her again.

The noise in this room also attracted Ning's father and Ning's mother.

Dulan rubbed his washing hands and asked repeatedly, "What's the matter? What's the matter?"

Although the tone was inquiring, the eyes of reproach were obviously directed at Ningxia.

Ning Xia straightened her body, said nothing, and couldn't say anything.

Ning Xue stomped her feet, acting like a big lady, "Mom! Ning Xia ate the breakfast I left for the cat! What does the cat eat now!"

Dulan patted Ning Xue's hand, with a loving face, "It's okay! Mom will make breakfast for the cat right away, so I'll make porridge, okay?" Turning to look at Ningxia with displeasure, "Ningxia! You really want to Get up early after breakfast, how dare you fight the cat?"

Even though Ningxia has experienced many battles, facing the accusation for no reason at this time, his nose could not help but feel a little sore, and his heart throbbed with pain.

While Dulan was muttering about Ningxia's problems, he took the pot to make porridge.The small kitchen became quiet all of a sudden, Ning Xue was like a victorious rooster, her chin was raised high, and a curly hair was coquettishly brushed aside, revealing a victorious smile.Twisting her thin waist, she hummed and walked away.

Ningxia was still standing in the small kitchen, her whole body was stiff, and she suddenly remembered Cao Zhi's "Seven Step Poem"--it was born from the same root, so why bother with each other!Aren't they the closest relatives whose blood is thicker than water?Why is she always being targeted like an enemy.

In the morning, Ningxia's mood in the kitchen was affected, and she didn't take a step out of the room all morning.He took out the old and yellowed notebook and wrote it down word by word.I saw it said,

"Today in the kitchen, I really had an oolong, and I robbed Ning Xue's kitten of porridge. Ning Xue scolded me severely. She thought I should be very sad. In fact, to me, that Just like scratching an itch, I went in one ear and out the other, but I didn’t hear what she scolded! Seeing that I was too strong, Ning Xue brought in a heavyweight rescuer--Mom, this Ning Xue is too shameless! Oh, the enemy Fang is really too powerful, I had to surrender, it doesn't matter, failure is the mother of success, we will see you next time!

The most hateful thing is that Ning Xue still twisted her hips and hummed a song to show off in front of me, bah!What is there to be proud of, I have a much thinner waist than yours, a much higher buttocks than yours, and a much better tune than yours! . . . "

I don’t know when Ningxia started to have the habit of keeping a diary. Was it when her mother slapped her because she was afraid of getting an injection, when her father didn’t want to attend her parent-teacher meeting, or when no one remembered her birthday?I can't remember clearly, in short, keeping a diary is a little girl's complex, not something that a carefree girl like Ningxia would do.