After washing, Xia Ling went downstairs lazily.

Downstairs, Lanmei is sitting on the sofa knitting.

Seeing her coming down, he smiled at her, "Lingling, I got up a little late today. Aren\'t you used to sleeping with Yunting?"

Xia Ling glanced at her, lazily trimmed her hair and ignored her.

Lanmei\'s smile was faint, and her strangeness escalated again.

"Lingling, do you have any opinion on your mother?"

The daughter has been very hostile to herself since she came back last night.

What did she do so badly that she hated it?

It seems that her daughter has never treated her with such a alienated and indifferent attitude since she woke up to last night.

"No, you think too much."

"Xia Ling" glanced at her, touched her stomach and turned off the topic, "where\'s Yunting? I\'m out? I\'m so hungry. Aunt Li, don\'t you bring me something to eat?"

"Here we are."

Aunt Li, who was busy in the kitchen, heard the cry and hurried out with the porridge cooked in the morning.

"Have breakfast, madam."

Xia Ling glanced at the porridge on the table and looked disgusted. "I\'m a pregnant woman, so you let me eat this nutritious thing?"

"Madam Shao, this porridge is not ordinary porridge. There are many foods suitable for pregnant women." Aunt Li frowned and was annoyed by the vicious woman who deliberately took Joe.

"Yes, Lingling, didn\'t you like this kind of porridge best before? Mom cooked it specially for you."

Lanmei was even more surprised and felt a little hurt in her heart.

There are longan, red dates, black sesame and other ingredients to replenish blood gas in the porridge.

She got up early in the morning and watched the fire boil herself.

But was rejected by his daughter.

"Oh, so it is? But what should I do? I suddenly don\'t want to drink this kind of porridge today. Why don\'t you pour me a glass of milk."

"Xia Ling" looked at the injured expression on LAN Mei\'s face, felt happy, and directed at her again.

"OK, mom will pour you a glass of milk."

Lanmei smiled and got up and went to the kitchen.

Maybe the daughter has all kinds of abnormal behavior because she is going to have a baby?

She can\'t think about it. She\'d better think about how to take good care of her daughter.

Looking at LAN Mei entering the kitchen, \'Xia Ling\' snorted coldly, and a trace of disgust flashed in her apricot eyes.

Aunt Li was thoughtful.

How did she think this woman knew Lanmei before.

And she hates Lanmei.

Who the hell is this woman?

Lanmei warmed the milk, took some dessert and came out of the kitchen.

"Lingling, the milk is too warm. Drink it while it\'s hot."

"Xia Ling" played with her fingernails lazily, glanced at the milk cup in front of her, and couldn\'t help laughing.

She picked up the cup and mocked on her face, "where is this cup? It\'s so ugly. I don\'t have any appetite at all."

This should be a hand-made ceramic cup. The workmanship looks very rough.

Why does Fu Yunting have such inferior things at home?

And bring her milk?

"Lingling, what\'s the matter with you? Didn\'t you and Yunting make this cup by hand in a handicraft workshop specializing in ceramics? Did you... Forget?"

My daughter is really strange.

Why is it like amnesia?

"Of course I remember. I just laugh at myself. I have bad taste. How can I keep this junk?"

So this is a ceramic cup made by Xia Ling and Fu Yunting?

I want to break it.

Women are unhappy and have no desire to eat breakfast.

Put down the milk, looked at Aunt Li and said, "where\'s Yunting? Where did he go early in the morning?"

What\'s the point of being with these two old women?

She wants to be with Fu Yunting.