After listening to his words, Long Qian frowned: "Long Bai, pay attention to your wording! We are already primary school students."
"Oh, I'm sorry!" Long Bai stuck out his tongue, made a face, then lowered his head and took a few more bites of noodles.
"By the way, brother, you haven't answered my question yet!" He slowly remembered the question he just asked.
Why did that woman Mo Xiaodie say that to her brother? Moreover, my brother was very strange today. He usually hated that woman, but today he showed concern for her everywhere.
Long Qian looked at his younger brother with a dark look on his face: "Long Bai, tell me the truth. When you saw that Zixun found his biological parents, have you ever thought about our biological parents?"
After hearing his words, Long Bai was stunned and didn't speak for a long time.
How could he not have thought about it! When he saw that Zixun had a mother, and when he saw Lu Chenxu and Mo Xiaodie caring so much for Zixun, in the hospital at that time, he wondered, what were their biological parents like?
Have you ever regretted throwing them away so cruelly? Have you ever thought about looking for them?
Seeing that his usually heartless brother suddenly fell silent, Long Qian lowered his head and fiddled with the noodles in the bowl with chopsticks: "Long Bai, if one day they come to us, will you forgive them?"
"Ah -" Long Bai looked up in shock: "Brother, are they coming to find us?"
Long Qian paused while fiddling with the noodles and shook his head: "No, they didn't come to us! Eat quickly, the noodles are getting cold."
The truth of that year has not yet been discovered, so it is better not to tell my brother yet.
After hearing his brother's words, Long Bai's eyes flashed with disappointment, and he lowered his head: "Oh!"
Then, he suddenly raised his head: "Brother, you haven't told me yet why you suddenly care so much about Mo Xiaodie!"
Long Qian sighed lightly, and the question came back: "Because we are good friends with Zizhong and Zixun. If something happens to our good friend's mother, of course we should be concerned."
Long Bai suddenly thought of something and grinned: "Yes, Zizhong and Zixun are both our good friends, so I can go to their house every day to eat."
Having said this, he looked at the kitchen and lowered his voice: "Brother, Mo Xiaodie's cooking skills are much better than Xiao Su's. I like to eat her cooking the most. However, she is injured. I'm afraid it will take a while.
It’s a real treat.”
After he finished speaking, he smacked his mouth with regret.
Long Qian had no choice but to shake his head again. Sometimes it was good to be as heartless as Long Bai.
In room 1601, Qu Lingqiang and Lu Chenxu carried Lu Zixun into the master bedroom on the first floor. Mo Xiaodie hugged Zixun and lay on the bed, pulling the thin quilt over her.
Lu Zixun was nestled in his mother's arms with a happy face.
Qu Lingqiang did not disturb them again and quietly retreated.
Mr. Lu's house is large, bright and tastefully decorated. Zixun will live a happier life here.
When he came out, he didn't see Lu Chenxu and Mo Zizhong, and he called out strangely: "Mr. Lu?"
Soon, Lu Chenxu and Mo Zizhong walked out of the kitchen wearing aprons.
"Are you leaving?" Lu Chenxu still held the spatula in his hand.
Qu Ling was so shocked that he swallowed the words that came to his lips, and after a long time he stammered again: "Um, Lu, Mr. Lu, it's getting late, I'll go back first! Zixun will leave it to you."
God, is he dazzled? The dignified CEO of the Lu Group is actually cooking for his wife at home wearing an apron? If this is posted on the Internet, it will definitely top the hot search list.
"Okay, thank you for your hard work today. There is still a tough battle to fight tomorrow! You go back and have a good rest!" Lu Chenxu did not persuade him to stay.
After what happened today, he has regarded Qu Lingqiang as a friend and even a benefactor in his heart. He has done so much for Sanbao, and he and Xiaodie will always remember this kindness.
Qu Lingqiang nodded, glanced at the door of the master bedroom with some reluctance, and then turned and left.
After Qu Lingqiang left, Mo Zizhong frowned: "Dad, the food seems to be burnt."
Lu Chenxu was startled and quickly turned around and rushed into the kitchen. Sure enough, the vegetables in the pot had become completely burnt.
He had no choice but to throw away the food.
Mo Zizhong looked at him with a troubled expression, not confident in his father: "Dad, what should I do? Why don't you go find Aunt Xiao Su?"
Lu Chenxu washed the pot again, cooked it up, and looked at his son with a confident expression: "Dabao, don't you believe in dad's craftsmanship?"
Mo Zizhong smiled awkwardly: "Well, Dad, there are pickles in the refrigerator, and the rice porridge has been cooked. I think Mommy and Sanbao will like the taste of pickles more!"
In his opinion, apart from making egg-filled pancakes, his father seemed to have never cooked any other dishes. Just now, he looked confident and wanted to surprise his mother and third brother, but the dishes were cooked.
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Next, will the kitchen be set on fire?
Under his son's questioning eyes, Lu Chenxu held back his breath and followed the steps in the food video, smoothly and successfully frying a tomato scrambled egg and vinegar-glazed potato shreds.
He happily placed the fried food on the small table and carried it to the master bedroom.
Mo Zizhong was in the master bedroom telling his mother and brother about his father's thrilling cooking process. When he heard a knock on the door, he hurried over to open the door.
"Dad, is the food ready?" He glanced at the food in Lu Chenxu's hand and frowned.
The plate of scrambled eggs with tomatoes looked okay, but what the hell was this plate of shredded potatoes? The potatoes were cut as thick as his fingers.
Lu Chenxu glared at him with some displeasure: "Dabao, what are you looking at? This dish may not look good, but it tastes absolutely first-class."
With that said, he walked to the bed and placed the entire small table on the bed.
Mo Xiaodie gave him an appreciative look: "Husband, that's not bad. It's the first time you cook!"
Lu Chenxu gave his eldest son a proud look: "How's it going, Dabao? Mommy even praised me."
After finishing speaking, he thoughtfully served a bowl of porridge to Zixun. Then he looked at Mo Zizhong: "Dabao, do you want dad to serve you a bowl too?"
Mo Zizhong waved his hand: "No, dad, I'll go eat instant noodles later."
Then he blinked at Lu Zixun: "Zixun, be mentally prepared. The food dad cooks is terrible! Do you want me to cook some instant noodles for you?"
Lu Zixun didn't speak. He lowered his head and took a mouthful of porridge, then picked up some vegetables with chopsticks and stuffed them into his mouth.
Lu Chenxu stared at his son nervously. Lu Zixun raised his pale face and smiled sweetly: "Dad, the food you cook is delicious!"
After hearing his son's words, Lu Chenxu was so excited that he almost burst into tears. Zixun was so sweet and considerate! Unlike Zizhong and Long Qian, who threatened him and crushed him at every turn!
"Zixun is so good. If it's delicious, please eat more!" He rubbed Zixun's little head lovingly.
Mo Zizhong curled his lips and didn't believe his brother's words at all. He picked up a piece of egg and took a bite with a frown: "The taste is just okay! But it's far worse than what Mommy made."
As he said that, he handed over his bowl and motioned for Lu Chenxu to help him fill a bowl of rice. Lu Chenxu had no choice but to take the bowl: "Dabao, do you have a grudge against your father? Is it so difficult to praise your father?"
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Lu Chenxu, the president of the dignified Lu Group, looked at his eldest son with aggrieved expression.