Luo Xiaoqian smiled and took out the spoon and chopsticks, and then took a wet tissue and wiped his hands carefully, from the palm to the fingertips, every finger was carefully wiped clean, her movements were in line with his care
She is almost identical.
"I'll do it myself!" Leng Zimo instinctively wanted to withdraw his fingers from hers. It was natural for him to take care of her, but he was still a little uncomfortable with being taken care of by her.
Luo Xiaoqian held his finger tightly and said, "Be good, don't move!"
He has done too many things for her, and this time, she will pamper him properly.
After wiping every one of his fingers clean, Luo Xiaoqian released her palms, then took the chopsticks, picked up the lunch box, picked up the fried eggs and brought them to his mouth, "Honey, open your mouth!"
Looking at her big black and white eyes, Leng Zimo could see her emotions. He didn't refuse anymore. He just opened his mouth and bit her fried eggs one by one with her chopsticks.
It was a taste he was very familiar with. There was very little butter, no salt, just chopped dried shrimps, and some pepper. It tasted delicious without feeling greasy.
When he was young, Leng Zimo always didn't like eating eggs, so his mother made him fried eggs with peppers.
Five years ago, she cooked for him for the first time. It was breakfast. It was the most homely meal, the most ordinary but the most unforgettable taste - it was the taste of love and home.
"Is it delicious?" Luo Xiaoqian asked while feeding him.
Leng Zimo raised the corners of his lips, "My wife makes the most delicious fried eggs in the world."
Luo Xiaoqian rolled her eyes at him, "How many people have you eaten?"
Leng Zimo's footprints have traveled almost all over the world. Meals like fried eggs are provided for breakfast or as side dishes in many hotels. Naturally, he has eaten many of them.
"There are many, but there are only two that women cook in their own kitchens." Leng Zimo replied seriously, "The one you made and the one your mother made."
"What I cook is more delicious than mom's?" Luo Xiaoqian asked with a smile.
"I think so, but maybe dad doesn't think so." Leng Zimo said.
Luo Xiaoqian took the porridge bowl and said, "Let's drink porridge!"
Then, she took spoonfuls of it and he ate it.
Leng Zimo didn't stop until he finished eating all the food in the thermos box. In fact, his appetite was not very good, but he didn't want to waste a bite of the food his wife cooked.
Who knows if there will be another chance to eat it in the future?!
Now, to what Leng Zimo said, everything seemed precious.
When breakfast was finished, Leng Zimo's cell phone also rang on the table. The bodyguard Xiaojie hurriedly took the phone and brought it to Leng Zimo. He took the phone, glanced at the number on it, and Leng Zimo pressed call.
key.
The call was from Mina, asking Leng Zimo whether today's regular board meeting would be held in the morning or afternoon.
Every two weeks, Imperial Vision holds a board meeting, and today is Monday, which happens to be the day of the regular board meeting.
"Notify all directors that the regular meeting will be postponed to Wednesday. Don't disturb me before Wednesday. I need to rest." Leng Zimo's tone was very calm. He had always been a workaholic before, and the most important thing in his heart was
Luo Xiaoqian and her family are working.
Now, when he really faced death, he suddenly realized that none of this mattered.
If this is his last time, he hopes that these time belong to him and Luo Xiaoqian, and to his family.
