The next day, when it was dawn, Xiao Yang got up.

But Mei Jie got up earlier than he did. By the time Xiao Yang finished washing, she had brought her breakfast.

Milk, fried eggs and bread are simple but warm.

Sister Mei stood in front of Xiaoyang, wearing a close-fitting home clothes and a tight apron. Her face was flushed by the heat of the kitchen, which made her look like an attractive beauty.

"Mei Jie, Doodle?" Xiao Yang looked at Mei Jie, carefully dirty a little unbearable, can not help but move his eyes, pick up milk, drink a mouthful, asked.

"That lazy little bug is still sleeping."...