C171 Warm breakfast

Mo Tianxing picked up the plate and was about to throw all of them into the trash can, when An Zihao suddenly ran over and grabbed the plate.

"What are you doing? What a pity to throw such a delicious thing away ?"

As he spoke, he put the bun into his mouth.

Mo Tianxing sat on the chair and slowly untied the apron around his body. Putting it aside, he spoke gloomily