Chapter 90:

"You..." Ye Tianxie looked at Sufifi, and it is hard for him to imagine that this would be what Sufifi did. As the daughter of Asia's richest man, she must grow up in the most superior environment. Everything does not need to worry about her own. Everything that is dirty and tired should be completely insulated from her. All that is needed is a sentence...not even If you need an opening, someone will automatically help her to finish it perfectly. But... all of this, except Sufi, who else.
"Hey!" I remembered that I called in the afternoon to find the stinky face of the company after the cleaning company. Sophie Fei was very dissatisfied and licked her lips: "Relieved! Without your order, the little girl dared to let Others came in, these are all my own cleaning...calling, I have a lot of sweat, and I have stained my favorite clothes." She suddenly smiled and put her body around. : "Look, is this purple dress good for me?"
"Good-looking." Ye Tianxie nodded mechanically.
"Hey! What is your expression?" Faced with the obvious stiff face of Ye Tianxie, Sophie Fei was very unhappy.
"Do you usually do housework?" Ye Tianxie asked. He once again glanced at the home that made him a little afraid to confirm... everything is really not an illusion.
"Of course. Oh! Don't think that my father is Sulu and think that I am the kind of girl who comes to the mouth to open my mouth. When I was very young, my mother taught me to do my own things. I also need to learn to cook and do housework, otherwise I will only be a vase after I get married. So usually my room is cleaned up by myself, no one will let it in, and my favorite dish is also my own. ...ah, I almost forgot!"
When it comes to "cooking", Sufifi suddenly remembered something, stepping on the pink slippers all the way into the kitchen that Ye Tianxie had never used for eight hundred years. At this time, the kitchen has also been cleaned.
As the person who knows the most about this house, how hard it takes for a person to reach such a level in an afternoon, how much difficulty he needs to know is clear. At least, he was sure that he was in the "fate" world all afternoon and half a night, she was cleaning every corner of the room... but when facing him, she did not complain, no complaints, no ocean Proud, the flying thunder eyebrows are filled with satisfaction if there is nothing.
At this moment, Ye Tianxie suddenly discovered that his understanding of this girl who only spent a short time is not enough. This also made him have a lot of changes in the understanding of rich girls.
Is she seriously taking this place as a new... "home"?
He thought quietly... just, it was a house of his own, but since she left, he has not found a home here for a long time.
Sophie flew out of the kitchen with a delicate plate that I didn't know where to take it. A long distance away, a scent that made Ye Tian's evil gland violently swayed slowly.
The plate was placed in front of Ye Tianxie by Sophie, and looked at Ye Tianxie, who was a little sluggish. Sophie smiled a little smugly: "This is your dinner. It is time to call you to eat." But if you look at the fascination you played, you are not called. Look, this is the lean porridge I made, hey, it will be better than all the lean porridge you have ever eaten. This small dish It is my favorite dish that I like to do the most, and I like to eat it. It was taught by my mother. You must have never eaten it. It also has a nice name, called Jiuxing with the moon. Eat and see."
Sophie Fei sat in front of Ye Tianxie, holding the toon with one hand, smiling and looking forward to his reaction.
"You still cook?"
"Of course, I have said it before. Oh, really, you are obviously the bodyguard I and my dad are looking for, and I want to cook for you... you are really happy."
Ye Tianxie: "..."
"Come on. Tell you, except my dad, no one else is qualified to eat my meal."
"Then why do you want to give it to me."
"Because... although you will sometimes be annoying, but more or less is my savior." Sufifi said with a smile. As for the real reason, she is also confused.
Ye Tianxie's home is very chaotic, and the messy things piled up there make it easy for her to know what kind of state his usual diet is. And in Ye Tianxie's home, she couldn't find any rice noodles, vegetables, fruits or ingredients, and the kitchen was obviously untouched for a long time. But fortunately, I know roughly the current situation of Ye Tianxie's family and Su Luo, who knows her daughter, has a lot of things that she can do for her. When Sufifi was late for herself, she also made a copy for Ye Tianxie in the subconscious, vaguely, and she actually felt that it was an inexplicable desire from the depths of her heart.
Just like now, watching him sip her drink of porridge, her heart has an indescribable sense of satisfaction. That is really a strange and wonderful feeling. Just as she does not hesitate to work hard, she must insist on cleaning it cleanly... In the subconscious, she is seriously trying to treat this as another home, one that can make her no longer afraid, can let her Dependent and dependent home.
"It's delicious." Ye Tianxie put down a small bowl and said sincerely. He felt that the meat porridge, which had just the right temperature, flowed into his stomach along his throat, and sneaked into his heart with a warm sense of turmoil, and then dispersed into the internal organs, limbs and veins... At that moment, Suddenly his shadow appeared in front of his eyes, let him squint, and there was a glimpse in front of him.
"Of course, Miss's craftsmanship has been practiced since I was six years old. My dad has almost eaten all the delicious food in the world, but my favorite is my meal..." Sophie smiled happily. The look also began to become smug.
"Oh! Good smell, good smell!"
The fruit that was sleeping late was lured by a smell of smell that she had never heard before, and appeared on the shoulder of Ye Tianxie in a hurry. The small nose sniffed and sniffed, and soon followed the taste. The little bowl side that Ye Tianxie is holding. The root of the food that Ye Tianxie eats in his usual diet is not entangled in the interest of the fruit, and her greatest interest is still on the lollipop. But when the bowl of porridge made by Sufifi appeared, she smelled better than the lollipop. g