Grapefruit Code: The Devil's Exclusive Baby

Chapter 249 The Breakfast Storm
Han Xiaoyou put a plate of fried eggs that he was satisfied with and put it on the dining table, then looked upstairs, wondering if he was awake.

"Hey Xia Chen, get up and eat." Han Xiaoyou raised her head and yelled twice, but found no one responded to him.

Han Xiaoyou could only walk upstairs while groping for the stairs. Seeing an open door, she pushed it open and walked in.

"Xia Chen, your breakfast is ready." Han Xiaoyou yelled with all her might, Xia Chen, who was lying on the bed sleeping, was suddenly awakened, and glanced at her irritably.

"It's so noisy." After Xia Chen finished speaking, he covered his head with the quilt again.

Seeing that he was sorry, Han Xiaoyou stepped forward and lifted his quilt completely. The next second, his eyes turned into walnut eyes. Xia Chen suddenly turned around and looked at her in disbelief. Han Xiaoyou slipped, It hit him directly.

"Ah!" Xia Chen felt a pain in his chest, looking at the villain lying on his chest, Han Xiaoyou raised his head in pain.

"Hey, what are you doing?" Xia Chen said with an unhappy face.

"Please, it's you. I'm here to ask you to have breakfast. You haven't been able to get up yet. I still have to go to class." Han Xiaoyou rolled her eyes and turned her head, not wanting to leave him.

"Then it's time for you to get up from me." After Xia Chen finished speaking, Han Xiaoyou jumped up from his body like an electric shock, and suddenly her face turned red.

"Cough cough, go down and have breakfast, I can leave after you finish eating." After Han Xiaoyou finished speaking, Xia Chen ignored him, got off the bed, walked out the door and walked towards the first floor.

Han Xiaoyou curled her lips, and followed him downstairs, looking at his room while going downstairs, not to mention the unique decoration.

Xia Chen sat on the chair, kept his hands on his legs and put one hand on the table, raised his eyebrows, and looked at Han Xiaoyou's expectant eyes.

"Try it quickly, how is it?" Han Xiaoyou seemed more anxious than him, looking at him expectantly.

Xia Chen picked up a piece of egg that he didn't know where it was with his chopsticks and dangled it around.

"Can your eggs be fried until black? And tell me whether this is an egg or an egg shell." Xia Chen pointed to a piece of egg shell hanging on it and asked her.

Han Xiaoyou poked her chin with her finger and carefully looked at the piece of egg in him, "It seems that my brother's cooking is different, maybe it's not bad if I do it this way, maybe it's innovative, do you want to try it?" , it might taste good." Han Xiaoyou still hoped that he could taste it.

Xia Chen gave her a blank look, and put down his chopsticks. He didn't want to make things difficult for him. Han Xiaoyou watched him walk into the kitchen, not knowing what he was going to do, so he followed behind him.

Xia Chen put on an apron, took out two eggs from the refrigerator, and took out two slices of bread and bacon.

Han Xiaoyou watched him fry the eggs neatly. This person obviously knows how to do it, so why do he have to do it by himself.

In less than 10 minutes, Xia Chen brought out two plates of breakfast from the kitchen, with fried bacon, eggs and baked bread on them.

Xia Chen put a plate in front of Han Xiaoyou, said "Let's eat it", and made it himself.

Han Xiaoyou sat down reluctantly, picked up a fork and took a bite of the breakfast he made.

"Xia Chen, your cooking skills are quite good." Han Xiaoyou found that his cooking was even more delicious than Gong Moxuan's.

"Yeah." Xia Chen ate his breakfast silently, and didn't answer her words.

Han Xiaoyou suddenly saw a painting hanging on Xia Chen's back, and leaned on his chin to study it.

"Hey, what are you looking at?" Xia Chen watched her staring behind him talking with relish, and asked.

"Is there any meaning to the studio behind you? Why do I think the painting is so sad." After Han Xiaoyou finished speaking, Xia Chen put down the fork and looked at her.

"Which eye of yours is sad to look at it." After Xia Chen asked, Han Xiaoyou thought she had made a mistake, and lowered her head.

"I don't mean anything else, I just think it looks sad." Han Xiaoyou was a little afraid to speak after being asked by Xia Chen, so she could only shut her mouth and lower her head to eat breakfast.

"Have you finished eating? Go and clean up your dirty kitchen!" Xia Chen stood up from the chair and walked towards the second floor. Han Xiaoyou suddenly patted the table and stood up.

"Hey Xia Chen, don't go too far. I'll bring you clothes. You asked me to make breakfast and even let me be a nanny." Han Xiaoyou's lungs were about to explode.

Xia Chen stopped on the second floor, leaning on the handrail and looking at her downstairs, "Didn't you dirty the inside?"

Han Xiaoyou was speechless by what he said, so he could only walk towards the kitchen with the plate.

Just looking at the dark stove, I could only resign myself to picking up the steel wool and started brushing. Han Xiaoyou, who had never done this kind of work, did it for the first time in Xia Chen's home. Han Xiaoyou thought it was incredible. .

Is this called one thing down one thing?

Xia Chen walked to the next room, opened the door and walked up the steps. This room is his studio, which is full of his works. There are a lot of beautiful things in the room, and there is a whole row of cabinets, which are filled with all kinds of his supplies. , there are everything you need for drawing boards, brushes and paints.

Xia Chen looked at the work that was just finished yesterday on the shelf. It was the back of a girl. Looking closely, it looked familiar, and the corners of Xia Chen's mouth turned up.

"Xiachen Xiachen." Han Xiaoyou followed Xia Chen upstairs again, saw that there was no one in the room, and walked out again.

"Where did he go?" When Han Xiaoyou was thinking about where Xia Chen was going, she saw the open door of the next room and walked in carefully.

The room was full of Xia Chen's paintings, all hung side by side, Han Xiaoyou was a little dazzled.

"Why did you come in?" Xia Chen turned his head and looked at him standing at the door with his mouth open.

"I came here to say something." Han Xiaoyou scratched her head stupidly, not knowing what to say, and suddenly felt that she had forgotten the words.

Xia Chen turned his head and continued to take down the painting on the drawing board, and finally hung the painting on the wall.

"When did you learn to draw?" Han Xiaoyou looked at the drawing boards all over the room with her mouth open, feeling a little surprised.

"Five years old." Xia Chen walked to the drawing board again and sat down.

"Have you always lived alone?" Han Xiaoyou suddenly asked.

Xia Chen put away all the paints on the side, and put them in the cabinet beside him.

"Yeah, Zhu alone." Xia Chen's thoughts drifted a little far away.

Han Xiaoyou's eyes suddenly stopped while looking around the room, and there was a portrait of a girl on the opposite wall, which was the only black and white sketch in the whole room.

Han Xiaoyou walked towards the painting curiously, stood below and looked at the painting with her neck raised.

"Who is the girl in this painting?"

(End of this chapter)