Reborn in the Eighties as a Housewife with a Space

Chapter 317: 310: Breakfast Turmoil

At first, Chu Molin wasn’t scared by the collision with Qin Xue, but rather by her sudden movement.

Chu Molin reached out and pulled Qin Xue into his embrace.

“Xue’er, be careful, why are you so reckless? What if you fell?” Chu Molin chided the person in his arms.

“It’s all because you scared me! Don’t you know scaring people can kill them?” Qin Xue angrily pinched his waist hard.

This guy was playing the victim while being the perpetrator.

If it weren’t for his sudden appearance, would she have been scared?

But she was being scolded before he even spoke.

How could Qin Xue not be annoyed? Chu Molin’s muscles were too hard, she couldn’t even make a dent with her pinch, and instead hurt her own hand.

Qin Xue glared at him resentfully. She couldn’t pinch him, huh?

Then she’d step on his foot. That should hurt.

With a determined movement, she stepped on his foot, gave a smug grin, broke free from his arms, and went to eat her breakfast.

Chu Molin looked at his little wife sitting in the living room, preparing for breakfast, rubbed his pinched waist, and glanced down at his stepped-on foot.

He couldn’t help but feel both irritated and amused, shaking his head as he went in to wash up.

Nangong Shulan handed Qin Xue a bowl of porridge. Qin Xue put it in another spot, took the third bowl and drank a mouthful. The rice porridge was thick and tasted sweet and soft.

Qin Xue finished the bowl of warm porridge in just a few bites.

As she was about to get up and refill her bowl, Chu Molin took it instead.

Qin Xue looked at him and simply sat down, waiting.

Qin Xue picked up a piece of fried dough, tore off a small piece, and put it in her mouth to slowly eat.

Chu Molin placed the porridge in front of Qin Xue and returned to his seat to eat breakfast.

“Mom, how did you make this fried dough? It tastes different from the ones sold outside.” Qin Xue thought not only was it different from the ones sold elsewhere, but even the texture was different from the ones she made.

“It might be because I let the dough rise one more time.” Nangong Shulan would always let the dough rise an extra time when making fried dough, thinking it made them fluffier and more delicious.

However, when they were in the Qins’ village, times were tough, so she rarely made fried dough.

Here, she made fried dough and rice porridge for breakfast since she heard Chu Molin liked them.

Knowing that men have bigger appetites, she also steamed some buns.

“Huh, you can let the dough rise one more time?” Qin Xue asked her mother doubtfully.

“Yes, when I was little, my mother taught me to make fried dough this way.

If you like it, I can teach you how to make it this way next time.” Nangong Shulan learned how to make fried dough from her own mother.

“Okay, I want to learn, so I can make delicious fried dough in the future.” Qin Xue took a satisfied bite of the fried dough, smiling sweetly.

“Xue’er, eat slowly, no one’s fighting you for it.” Chu Molin looked at Qin Xue’s eating speed and worried that she might choke.

“I’m afraid you’ll steal it from me.” Qin Xue arrogantly raised her chin and gave him a sidelong glance.

“You little brat, don’t listen to her, Molin. Have some fried dough.” Nangong Shulan scolded Qin Xue and placed a piece of fried dough on Chu Molin’s plate.

“Mom, you’re being partial.” Qin Xue felt jealous.

“Hehe, so this is what you call partiality?” Nangong Shulan looked at Qin Xue unhappily.

“Well, I think so.” Qin Xue pretended to look heartbroken.

Under the table, she secretly kicked Chu Molin’s leg.

Chu Molin raised an eyebrow at her, not knowing what she was up to, and asked with his eyes, “Why are you kicking me?”

“Hmph, who told you to compete with me for Mom’s attention.” Qin Xue returned an annoyed glance..