Leng Zimo gently pushed open the kitchen door, opened the door, and her figure immediately jumped into his sight.
She was wearing his loose shirt, her waist was tied into a very thin curve by the belt of her apron, her long hair was tied casually on her head with a chopstick, revealing her slender white neck, and the kiss mark was half exposed between the snow-white collar.
"success!"
Luo Xiaoqian neatly shoveled the fried eggs in the pot onto the plate with a shovel, looking at her work with a satisfied smile on her face.
Even though the range hood is running, you can still smell the rich aroma of milk and fried eggs.
The sunlight filtered in through the window, casting a faint golden light on her body.
Pour the eggs into the plate, put the milk into the cup, carefully wipe off a little oil stain on the plate, carefully put the cleaned chopsticks on the edge of the plate... She looked like a wife who got up early preparing breakfast for her husband.
Some soft emotions arose inexplicably in Leng Zimo's heart.
"You're here!" She noticed him standing by the door and raised her lips with a smile, "Just in time, eat it while it's hot!"
Leng Zimo came over, sat at the table, glanced at the milk in the cup, frowned slightly, "I want coffee!"
He drank milk when his mother was still alive. Now, every morning, his habitual drink is coffee.
"I've cooked so much, how can I drink it? Besides, drinking coffee in the morning is bad for my stomach!" She took off her apron and sat down opposite him. She smiled and pushed the milk cup towards him, "It's not a waste.
Good habit!"
After her father passed away, her family fell into ruin. In order to help her mother with medical treatment, she saved whatever she could.
For her, having something to eat is a very happy thing.
Therefore, she is always in a good mood when she has something to eat.
Looking at her bright smiling face across the table, Leng Zimo pinched the milk glass and asked, "You seem very happy?"
He didn't understand how her happiness could come so easily?!
"Do you want to be so right that you cry?" Luo Xiaoqian laughed at herself, "For poor people like us, it is already a blessing to not have to worry about food, clothing, housing and transportation!"
After saying that, she regretted it again.
Why would she say this to him? With his status and adequate food and clothing, how could he understand her feelings?
"Eat quickly, how can that sentence be true... Only love and food can't be let down... No... It's a waste and a crime!" As soon as she opened her mouth, she had already denied herself that love is bullshit and food is the best.
In fact, an omelette will never be picked up by someone using ivory chopsticks just because the chopsticks are ordinary bamboo chopsticks. She picked up the omelette on her plate and took a big bite of it, as if she was resentful.
"The omelette made by me, Luo Xiaoqian, is not something just anyone can eat!"
"Where is Lu Hao?" Leng Zimo asked.
"That bastard, he doesn't deserve it!"
Luo Xiaoqian chewed the fried egg in her mouth and said angrily.
Leng Zimo lowered his head and looked at the fried eggs on the plate, and his mood became brighter.
Sure enough, it is really beautifully done!
Both the shape and color are extremely attractive.
Picking one up, he took a tentative bite. It was not sweet, but slightly salty with a hint of spiciness, just like the taste of omelette made by his mother in his memory.
Before he knew it, he had finished one and picked up the second one.
"Is it delicious?" Luo Xiaoqian looked at him chewing with satisfaction, "This is my mother's original creation, black pepper omelette, an absolutely appetizing breakfast..."
