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 still 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 the thrilling process of his father's cooking. Hearing a knock on the door, he hurriedly ran 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, not believing his brother's words at all. He picked up a piece of egg and took a bite with a frown on his face: "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 dad? Is it so difficult to praise dad?
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Lu Chenxu, the president of the dignified Lu Group, looked at his eldest son with aggrieved expression.