Dinner has been served, and there is no expensive vegetable market. There are very ordinary home-cooked dishes on the table, but they are all made by Leng Zimo, and they are delicious in color, flavor and taste.
"It smells so good!" Luo Xiaoqian took a deep breath, "It's better at home. Food fried in butter always tastes wrong."
"Of course, there's no place like home!" Leng Lin took over the conversation with a smile, holding up his bowl, "Xiaochen, you're welcome, it's just like at home."
"Okay, thank you grandpa!"
Chu Xiaochen picked up his rice bowl, but did not extend his chopsticks.
Luo Xiaoqian across from me hadn't even moved her chopsticks yet, so it was a bit rude for a junior like her to start eating.
Luo Xiaoqian sat on the chair, playing with the handle of the spoon in her hand, and had no intention of moving the chopsticks.
Chu Xiaochen was just puzzled. She heard Luo Xiaoqian shouting that she was hungry before she even got to the dinner table. Now that the food was on the table, she didn't move her chopsticks. Why?
While Chu Xiaochen was still confused, Leng Zimo had already put the peeled shrimp on Luo Xiaoqian's plate.
Luo Xiaoqian, who had never held chopsticks, picked up her chopsticks and started eating.
In the following time, Luo Xiaoqian's chopsticks kept going back and forth between her small plate and her mouth, never stretching out her chopsticks once.
Leng Zimo brought all kinds of dishes to her plate in a steady stream.
Peel the shrimps, remove the spines from the fish, and remove the bones from the meat... Moreover, every time he puts in different dishes, it is a complete combination of meat and vegetables.
Occasionally, Luo Xiaoqian seemed to dislike the piece of green vegetables on the plate, and was stunned for a moment when she picked it up.
Leng Zimo turned around and smiled softly at her.
Luo Xiaoqian obediently picked up the dish, stuffed it into her mouth, chewed it, and swallowed it hard.
Then, a sweet and sour meatball was delivered, not on a plate, but directly to her mouth.
That gesture is like an adult rewarding an obedient child by eating vegetables.
There was no look of surprise on Luo Xiaoqian's face. She opened her mouth and swallowed the ball, then laughed childishly.
And, something even weirder.
No one, whether it was Luo Jun at the table or Leng Lin sitting at the main seat, showed the slightest surprise.
Chu Xiaochen was slightly absent-minded.
It wasn't until this moment that she understood the true meaning of Luo Jun's words, "That's just the way they are, you just get used to it."
When Luo Xiaoqian was around, in Leng Zimo's eyes, there was no one else.
A peeled shrimp fell silently into her bowl.
Chu Xiaochen turned his head to look at Luo Jun, only to see him calmly wiping his fingers with a tissue.
She lowered her face and looked at her bowl, and then noticed that she had been looking at Luo Xiaoqian for a long time, and she had never picked up any food - all the dishes she had just eaten were given to her by Luo Jun.
Chu Xiaochen's gaze unconsciously fixed on Luo Jun's profile.
If you marry him, will you be able to enjoy such pampering like Luo Xiaoqian?!
Luo Jun turned his face, met her gaze, looked at the fish with bones on his plate, smiled, took it over and put it in her bowl.
"I...that's not what I meant!" Chu Xiaochen whispered.
Luo Jun raised his eyebrows slightly, "You don't like fish?"
Chu Xiaochen shook his head hurriedly, "No... no, I'm full!"
She unknowingly ate a lot of vegetables and half a bowl of rice. Her stomach was not very good and her appetite was limited. She really couldn't eat the fish.
"Have some more soup!"
Luo Jun brought the cool soup to her, then picked up the fish from her rice and brought it to his mouth.
Across the table, Luo Xiaoqian noticed her son's movements and raised the corners of her lips.
