So, what about other things, he said that he was going to marry her, and their romantic relationship...could it also be fake?!
While Luo Xiaoqian was thinking secretly, Leng Zimo had already walked out of the kitchen again, brought a small bowl of hot porridge and placed it in front of her, then raised his hand to make a gesture of invitation.
"Thanks!"
Luo Xiaoqian came back to her senses and smiled gratefully at him.
Leng Zimo said nothing, but raised his hand to signal her to eat.
"Okay." Although he was just a stranger, she was secretly grateful for his thoughtfulness. She had not eaten such delicious food for several days, and she was indeed not full yet, so she immediately picked up the bowl and continued to eat and drink.
After taking a mouthful of porridge, she looked sideways at Leng Zimo who was standing beside her.
"You are Italian, why do you like Chinese food?"
Seeing Luo Xiaoqian's rare good appetite, Locke was in a good mood and took the initiative to help her with the task of translating.
"My mother went to China to study and said the Chinese food was delicious, so I went to China to learn how to cook..." Leng Zimo shrugged, "It's just that I only know how to cook and my language talent is too poor. In China
I haven’t learned Chinese in several years.”
Luo Xiaoqian listened to Locke's translation, but her eyes only fell on Leng Zimo. Seeing him standing and bending over to talk to her, she stood up with an apologetic look, "I'm sorry... You, please sit down too."
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Because she was worried that Leng Zimo wouldn't understand what she meant, Luo Xiaoqian took the initiative to pull out a chair next to her and stretched out her hand to Leng Zimo's arm, wanting to invite him to sit down.
"Sissi!" Locke raised his eyebrows slightly, "He is just a chef, not our guest."
She was so kind to a strange chef, which made him feel a little jealous. He was not willing to let Leng Zimo sit next to her.
Luo Xiaoqian's fingers stretched out towards Leng Zimo froze in mid-air, "I..."
"Go back to your seat." Locke looked sideways at Leng Zimo and said in Italian, "You... go back to the kitchen!"
Leng Zimo nodded, turned around and nodded to Luo Xiaoqian, then turned and walked back to the kitchen.
Staring at Leng Zimo's back, Luo Xiaoqian was lost in thought again.
Watching him leave, some fragmentary lights and shadows suddenly flashed before her eyes...
"Sissi?!" Locke noticed her gaffe, "Can you continue eating?"
Luo Xiaoqian retracted her mind, glanced at Locke's face, and frowned slightly.
She just wanted to chat with the chef for a few more words. What was his attitude?
"I'm stuffed!"
Standing up, Luo Xiaoqian turned and walked towards the stairs.
"Sissi!" Locke stood up and wanted to chase.
"No, no, no, Locke, you can't do it like this!" Leng Zirui reached out to stop him and pulled him back to his chair, "You have no idea what you looked like just now, like an autocratic emperor. Women want to coax him."
Yes, do you understand?"
"That's enough!" Locke threw his arm away, "Get rid of that chef."
"Are you crazy?" Leng Zirui frowned, "He is the only chef who can make Sissi eat right now!"
"The worst thing is, find a new chef." Locke said coldly.
He hated seeing Luo Xiaoqian talking to Leng Zimo. How could she smile at a strange man?!
"Ha..." Leng Zirui laughed out loud, "Oh, Locke, you are jealous, you are actually jealous of a chef, ha..."
