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In the next few days, Xiangyang really didn't mention those things again, and Jiang Yuanzhou couldn't help but relax.

But Xiangyang's appetite is getting smaller and smaller. The amount of a meal is only half of that before.

"Mommy, you liked sweet and sour spareribs best before. Aunt Xu bought them specially. Have a try."

Dousha said, slowly sandwiching a piece of spare ribs in front of Xiangyang.

Steamed stuffed bun smelled the speech and wanted to do it, but when he saw the color of sweet and sour ribs, his face suddenly changed and quickly lowered his head.

"You eat, I'm not hungry."

Xiangyang slightly hooked his lips, clamped the ribs back into the bowl of bean paste, then looked around and wondered, "where's your aunt Xu?"

"Aunt Xu left and said she wanted to help us find her aunt's whereabouts."

The bean paste was crispy. Looking at the steamed stuffed bun with its head down, he quickly took a chopstick and put the cabbage into his bowl. He smiled and said, "brother, eat the vegetables quickly."

Steamed stuffed bun smelled the speech, slightly hooked his lips and began to pick up the rice in the bowl.

"It's hard for her this time." Thinking about the renewal of running at both ends these days, Xiangyang slightly hooked his lips, but looking at the table in front of him, he didn't have any appetite.

Jiang Yuanzhou, who washed his hands, looked at Xiangyang's bowl full of rice without any passive trace and frowned slightly.

"Why, the food doesn't suit your appetite?"

After carefully checking the dishes, Jiang Yuanzhou's tone was full of doubts.

Xu Di is worthy of being Xiangyang's best friend before. The dishes sent today are Xiangyang's favorite before.

"No, I ate fruit this morning. I'm not very hungry."

Xiangyang smiled and explained, but his hand holding chopsticks tightened involuntarily.

Seeing this, Jiang Yuanzhou immediately realized that Xiang Yang was lying, and his unhappiness grew stronger and stronger.

"I've been here all morning. Why didn't I see you eat fruit!" Putting chopsticks heavily on the table, Jiang Yuanzhou's eyes were full of anger.

Steamed stuffed bun and bean paste were startled by this action. They put down their chopsticks and looked at the sky in doubt.

Mom just said she wasn't too hungry. Was she lying to them?

"Lose your temper in front of the child!"

Xiangyang immediately refuted and opened his mouth, but his tone was obviously lacking in confidence.

"You two hurry to eat and go back to take a nap after dinner." Jiang Yuanzhou spoke coldly, but he didn't move his chopsticks.

When Jiang Yuanzhou and Xiang Yang didn't eat, they hurriedly picked up half a bowl of rice and were taken back to their room by the bodyguard.

"Brother, is it not good for us to do this?"

Dousha opened his mouth quietly and looked at the steamed stuffed bun that opened the door secretly. His eyes were full of vigilance.

"Shh, don't talk!" The steamed stuffed bun immediately warned the opening, and then looked at the situation in the house through the crack.

Seeing this, Dousha hurriedly took a look.

"In your current situation, do you think you can hold on until Xiang Qing comes back?"

Looking at the silent Xiangyang sitting on one side, Jiang Yuanzhou took a deep breath and his eyes were full of anger.

"I didn't. You thought too much." Xiangyang lowered his head and didn't look at Jiang Yuanzhou's eyes. Although his mouth was still resisting death, he obviously didn't intend to admit anything.

"Do you think others are fools?" Jiang Yuanzhou slapped the table angrily, and the dishes and chopsticks on the table trembled.

The two children outside the door were also frightened, but they all covered their mouths and dared not make any sound.

"I didn't."

Xiangyang's head dropped even lower, and his eyes were full of chagrin.

"I said these things have nothing to do with you. You don't have to feel guilty about these things. Are you deaf?"

Jiang Yuanzhou was obviously angry to a certain extent. He had never said such heavy words to Xiang Yang.

"Sorry, I know. I won't do it again."

Xiangyang naturally understood what Jiang Yuanzhou was talking about. He quietly agreed immediately, but there was still no action on his hand.

"Eat." Cold mouth, Jiang Yuanzhou took a chopstick dish and put it in Xiangyang's bowl. He looked at her motionless, obviously waiting for her to finish.

Xiangyang accepted his fate and picked up the bowl, but after two mouthfuls of food, he still put down his chopsticks and apologized: "I'm sorry, I really can't eat. I'll adjust myself."

Xiangyang's tone was full of guilt. Looking at the rice in front of him, his eyes were full of chagrin.

Although Jiang Yuanzhou was still very angry, he couldn't bear to say any more words of reprimand when looking at Xiangyang, but he was helpless and said, "steamed stuffed buns and bean paste won't look like you."

Sure enough, Xiang Yang changed slightly after hearing the names of steamed stuffed bun and bean paste, but he still didn't want to eat.

"Brother, you said Mommy didn't want to eat. What should I do?"

Dousha sighed as she walked, and her eyes were full of hidden worries.

"I don't know." Steamed stuffed bun frowned and thought about the conversation between the two just now. His fundus worry was no less than that of bean paste.

No wonder mommy has lost a lot of weight these days, and people are very spiritless. The original problem is here.

"But we can't cook. Even if we think of a way, we can't think of a good way."

The tone of Dousha was full of loss. Thinking about Xiangyang, I felt worried.

"I have a way." Steamed stuffed bun smiled cunningly and walked forward with bean paste.

"Brother, what do you think of?"

Dousha's tone was excited, and his eyes were full of hope. For him, the steamed stuffed bun is a hero with special effects in his eyes!

"Young master, please come back with us!"

Before the steamed stuffed bun said anything, the two bodyguards came panting and blocked in front of them like two mountains.

After the bean paste reacted, he wanted to slip away, but he was held by the steamed stuffed bun, and then had to admit his life and follow the two bodyguards back to the room.

"By the way, we're going to eat in the room at night. Tell mommy."

While the two bodyguards closed the door and went out, the steamed stuffed bun opened quickly, and his small face was full of seriousness.

Although the bodyguard was stunned, he realized that the steamed stuffed bun was not joking and immediately went to report to Jiang Yuanzhou.

Looking at the closed door, Dousha quickly pulled the steamed stuffed bun's arm and carefully opened his mouth: "brother, tell me, do you have a good idea!"

Looking at the bright eyes of bean paste, steamed stuffed bun shook his head seriously, pretending to be mysterious and said, "you'll know at night."

Children's curiosity is very strong, and bean paste is naturally no exception. When they see steamed stuffed buns, they refuse to say anything, and immediately harden their face.

"If you don't tell me today, I'll go to Mommy!" Bean paste snorted coldly, and his big eyes were full of threats.

Steamed stuffed bun was used to bean paste and said, "go and see if Mommy will believe you“

Believe two words, steamed stuffed bun specially lengthened the ending, and his eyes were full of laughter.

When the bean paste heard the speech, he immediately gave a cold hum, but he didn't want the steamed stuffed bun, but he slowly approached and whispered in his ear, "I am..."