She gently pushed away Luo Xun'er's little hand, then walked to Xuanyuan Yu, helped him take off the black gauze hat on his head, and stood next to him intimately.
She is not a person who likes to cheat.
"Xun'er, please listen to me. My name is Ling Luo. I come from the Kingdom of Xijiu. I am not your mother A Li. I have a very bad relationship with your father Luo Ge. To a certain extent, I hate him.
Luo Xun'er's eyes widened, and there was deathly silence in her ice-blue eyes. She stared at the two people with extremely complicated eyes.
She has wisdom beyond that of a three-year-old child.
Ling Luo's heart skipped a beat. She couldn't pretend to be her mother, and she had no intention of being someone else's substitute.
She thought the child would be fussy, cry, pester, and hysterical.
But--
"Okay, I understand." Luo Xun'er raised his head, his eyes sparkling with bright and clear light, and a faint smile curled up at the corner of his pink lips, "This is the first time we meet, my name is Luo Xun'er, Luo'er
Hello, can we be friends?"
Ling Luo was stunned.
She couldn't react. She never thought that this child would react like this.
A three-year-old girl extended a friendly hand to her, called her Luo'er, and actively asked to be friends with her.
Seeing that Ling Luo was stunned, Luo Xun'er tilted her head slightly, her movements very cute, and said: "Miss Luo'er, who looks very much like my mother, can't we just be friends?"
"Okay." Ling Luo stretched out her hand and gently squeezed Luo Xun'er's tender little hand.
Luo Xun'er grabbed Ling Luo tightly and showed her an innocent and satisfied smile.
From beginning to end, Xun'er never said a word to Xuanyuan Yu, or in other words, he selectively ignored it.
"Luo'er, let's have dinner."
Luo Xun'er smiled and took Ling Luo's hand, and walked to the dining table, "At this time every day, I will ask the servants to prepare a table full of your favorite dishes."
Ling Luo sat down at the dining table next to Luo Xun'er and frowned involuntarily as she looked at the exquisite dishes covered with red pepper oil.
Luo Xun'er picked up a piece of spicy chicken, put it on the plate in front of Ling Luo, and said, "This was your favorite before."
After saying that, he looked at Ling Luo expectantly.
Ling Luo's brows furrowed even more tightly.
She hates eating dishes with too strong flavors, especially those with a lot of chili peppers, which she can't even dip into.
"And this, spicy beef brisket, spicy Chiba tofu." Luo Xun'er said enthusiastically, while diligently helping Ling Luo pick up the vegetables.
After a while, the plates in front of Ling Luo had piled up into a small mountain.
Ling Luo pursed her lips, smiled apologetically at the child, and said, "I'm sorry, I don't eat spicy food."
"Don't eat spicy food? How could you..." Deep surprise and deep disappointment flashed across Luo Xun'er's face.
The smile on her face disappeared, her ice-blue eyes were filled with sadness, and her voice was filled with frustration: "Well, if Luo'er doesn't like it, I'll have my servant take it over and make it again."
Seeing the expression on a three-year-old girl trying hard to cover up her loss and suppressing her tears to prevent herself from crying, Ling Luo's heart tugged hard.