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Fortunately, he worked hard for a long time to make a table of delicious food, but before he started eating, he was full of gas.

Yang Yilin is depressed. Why is he here today?

Get angry?

Seeing that his daughter had climbed onto the chair, he did not give up and put a piece of crispy meat in his little bowl for his daughter. "Jasmine, try the crispy meat made by daddy. It tastes great."

As a result, the little girl looked at him with disgust, "Daddy, I'll let uncle clip it."

Yang Yilin was injured again and suffered a heavy blow in his heart.

The Mo Yan Jue who had passed by waved, "you come, you clip her."

Mo yanjue was very happy when he saw Yang Yilin eating shriveled food. He was usually very angry. He didn't expect that he would be a slave in front of his daughter.

"Molly, please. What would you like to eat?" Mo yanjue stood beside the little girl, picked up chopsticks with one hand and supported the back of her chair with the other. His good mood was written on his face.

"I love to eat whatever uncle gives me." Look at this. It's really comfortable to hear it.

Yang Yilin took a deep breath and almost fainted.

This is his own daughter?

Holding a breath, Yang Yilin stood beside the little star's seat, ready to brush a wave of existence, but also let his daughter be jealous, "Mo Yuchen, what kind of uncle do you want to clip for you?"

"No, I can clip it myself."

In the face of Yang Yilin's hospitality, the little guy behaved very coldly. He looked like his father's father, no matter how he looked or how he spoke.

Yang Yilin was sad and sat on the seat beside him. You didn't let me eat it by myself. I made it myself. It was fragrant!

Just about to move chopsticks, a pair of chopsticks flew towards the back of his hand, "pa", the white back of the hand instantly red.

"Ah, it hurts!" Yang Yilin's voice was so loud that he quickly drew back his hand. He was almost crying.

How could his life be so hard? Fortunately, he had worked hard for a long time and had no right to eat?

A face of displeasure raised his head, he went up to Mo yanjue's deep and sharp eyes, and then heard: "your sister-in-law hasn't come yet."

Yang Yilin asked Qu Baba to rub the back of his hand which had been hit red, and muttered unhappily, "then you can't say it."

Mo Yan Jue glanced at him, the corners of his mouth cocked up, heard the sound of footsteps, immediately turned to meet.

"I can do it myself." See Mo Yan Jue come to help her, Mu Qiqi embarrassed smile.

Mo Yan Jue did not make a sound, but helped her to the dining table.

After coming over, I helped her open the chair very kindly. After she sat down, she took a pillow and put it on her back to make her sit more comfortable.

After this series was finished, he did not sit down, but turned to pour a cup of warm water on her hand. Then he sat down beside her, picked up her favorite dishes and put them in the plate in front of her.

Yang Yilin sat in the opposite position and said he was stunned.

He knows that his Baron has many wives, but his patience and carefulness really surprised him. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he couldn't believe it.

In contrast to his daughter-in-law, he suddenly felt a trace of guilt. When sun Zhenzhen had jasmine, he didn't know. It was really hard to imagine how she came over with a big belly.

Think about it. My heart is sour.

For the next meal, he ate a little absent-minded and mixed.