Chapter 35 The Kid Who Dared to Climb into His Daughter's Bed

Qiao Qiao shook her head, picked up a spoon, scooped up a spoonful of steamed egg custard, and put it in her mouth.

Qiao Hai watched her eat by herself, pursed his lips with a hint of regret, and then went to the kitchen.

A moment later, he came out with two bowls, looking indignant, and handed one of them to Fu Yu: "Here, little cripple, eat up."

"Xiao Hai, if you don't want your mouth, I can twist it off for you!"

Grandma Qiao, who was following behind carrying a cutting board and a cleaver, happened to hear this. Her gaze fell seriously on Qiao Hai, and her tone was stern.

Seeing that his grandmother was angry, Qiao Hai awkwardly shut his mouth.

"Brother, his name is Fu Yu," Qiao Qiao said, taking the opportunity to introduce him.

"Fu Yu?" Qiao Hai blinked. "Isn't that a girl's name?"

He is currently in the third grade. The two characters "Fu Yu" are a bit difficult for him, so he automatically changed them to the two characters "Fu Yu," which are easier for him.

However, no one paid any attention to him.

Qiao Hai didn't mind and started eating breakfast with his head down.

Today's breakfast was sweet potato and cabbage soup made from sweet potatoes freshly dug from the field.

He has been eating this kind of breakfast almost every day since the sweet potatoes ripened, but today Grandma Qiao added some diced meat. Although it wasn't much, it still added a touch of meat.

Qiao Hai enjoyed the meal very much.

The slurping sound was like a pig eating.

Compared to him, Fu Yu, who was holding a bowl on the other side, was much more refined.

His leisurely manner was like that of a well-mannered young master from the old society, showing no trace of the seven eggs he used to eat in one go.

While eating her special meal, Qiao Qiao observed him discreetly.

Qiao Qiao felt that her five senses seemed more sensitive than before.

As she observed Fu Yu, she heard hurried footsteps coming from outside the courtyard, getting closer and closer.

She looked in the direction of the sound and, sure enough, saw someone peeking into the yard from outside the waist-high wall of her own yard.