Leng Zimo raised his hand to support Luo Xiaoqian's shoulders, pushed her to sit down at the dining table, took a napkin and spread it on her legs, then unscrewed the thermos box and took out the hot wontons inside.
Serve a bowl in front of her.
"I made it myself."
In the bowl, there are beautifully wrapped Yuanbao wontons with a faint aroma, which is the taste of chicken soup.
This is her favorite breakfast, chicken soup.
There is no coriander in it, he doesn't like it, and neither does she.
Later, she tried to make it many times, but she could never get the taste he made.
Reaching over and placing a porcelain spoon in her bowl, Leng Zimo raised his eyebrows and said, "You don't like it?"
"no……"
Luo Xiaoqian picked up the spoon, took a sip of soup, and took a small sip. The familiar taste was still the same as five years ago.
Her nose began to feel sore unconsciously.
After five years together, she could only look at him from a distance. Now, he was right in front of her, but she had to be deliberately polite and distant. Such emotions were tantamount to torture.
Luo Jun rushed into the restaurant at a trot, came to the table, smelled it, and immediately exclaimed, "Wow, it smells so good. Mom, I want to eat it too!"
"Okay!" Luo Xiaoqian immediately filled up a wonton, blew on it, and put it into his mouth.
When the spoon was about to reach Luo Jun's mouth, Leng Zimo suddenly reached out and grabbed Luo Xiaoqian's spoon.
Both mother and son turned their faces at the same time, with doubts in their eyes.
Leng Zimo looked at the little guy with a serious look on his face, "Uncle, I can forgive you once today. If you stay in bed tomorrow, you won't be able to have breakfast in the future!"
The little guy looked at his face and nodded, "I promise I won't stay in bed tomorrow."
Leng Zimo stretched out his palm to him, "Man..."
"Keep your word!" The little guy immediately clapped his little hand towards him, and then looked at the wontons on Luo Xiaoqian's spoon with greedy eyes, "Can I eat it now?"
Leng Zimo opened his mouth and swallowed the wontons from the spoon. Then he pushed the bowl in front of him to the table beside him and said, "Eat it yourself."
"Yeah!" The little guy immediately sat on the chair, grabbed a spoon, and scooped up the wontons.
After all, Luo Xiaoqian felt sorry for her son and was busy reminding her, "Be careful, it's hot..."
"I know." As he said that, he had already puffed up his little mouth and started blowing it. After blowing, he stuck out his little tongue to give it a try. Finally, he put it in his mouth, chewed it, and immediately exclaimed, "It smells so good.
, it’s more delicious than what mom makes.”
At this time, John also walked over, and Leng Zimo pushed the thermos box directly in front of him, "This is yours!"
"Wow, thank you." John sniffed and gave him a thumbs up.
Luo Xiaoqian raised her face to look at Leng Zimo opposite, and asked naturally, "What about you?!"
Sure enough, did you notice that he didn't eat?!
Leng Zimo looked into her eyes from afar, raised his lips slightly, "I don't want to eat."
Luo Xiaoqian frowned immediately, "How can that be okay? Skipping breakfast will hurt your stomach and you will get gallstones. Your stomach is not good, and you can't skip breakfast..."
Leng Zimo's pupils shrank, "You know my stomach is not good?"
"Ah, that's right. Aren't you successful people all eating irregularly?" Luo Xiaoqian was busy covering up, and then pushed over her half-eaten wontons, "I'm full, you can eat the rest."
Drop it."
"But you only ate three in total."
"I have a small appetite."
Leng Zimo turned his face slightly and looked at her playfully, "Do you feel sorry for me?"
