After paying the bill, Luo Xiaoqian drove directly back to the lakeside villa, changed out of her clothes, put on ordinary home clothes, put on an apron, and immediately started preparing dinner.
By the time she had almost prepared all the ingredients, the doorbell had already rang.
"coming!"
She trotted over and opened the door. As soon as she opened the door, she saw Leng Zimo standing outside the door, smiling gently at her. Behind him, Xiao Ding stood by the car, nodded politely to her, and then opened the door and got in the car.
leave.
After letting Leng Zimo into the living room, Luo Xiaoqian closed the door behind her back.
"I've prepared all the ingredients. You can rest in the living room for a while. I'll go cook now and I'll come back in a while. Let's..."
Just as she turned around, Leng Zimo had already stretched out his uninjured left arm and wrapped it around her waist.
In her eyes, his handsome face quickly enlarged, and then, there was his gentle touch on her lips.
She didn't dare to move for fear of touching his injured right arm, so she just opened her lips slightly and let him kiss her.
Leng Zimo didn't go too deep into the kiss, he just tasted her lips gently and let her go.
"Now, we can go cook!"
"Your arm is injured..."
"We can cooperate." He insisted.
"Okay!" She agreed with a smile, "I have prepared beef and vegetables. You can stand aside and give me guidance..."
The two entered the kitchen together, and Leng Zimo raised his chin to her, "Give me the apron!"
"But..." She looked at his arm, a little hesitant.
Leng Zimo shook his left hand at her, "I still have my left hand!"
Helpless, she could only help him take off his suit jacket and tie the apron on him. Leng Zimo turned on the fire, put the wok on the fire, and poured oil into the pot.
With just one hand, his movements are still skillful, pouring oil, placing vegetables, weighing pots...
Watching him pick up the wok, Luo Xiaoqian was busy preparing the plates. The two of them worked together to take the dishes out of the pot, put them on plates, and put them on the table.
"Just cook for another ten minutes!" Leng Zimo closed the lid of the soup pot and looked at the watch on his wrist, "It's time to come back Mo Mo, right?!"
"Mom!" As soon as he finished speaking, the door of the living room was already opened, and Luo Jun trotted into the kitchen, "It smells so good!"
"Because it's Uncle Zimo who cooks!" Luo Xiaoqian laughed.
The little guy immediately showed his true nature as a foodie, "Really, it's great. Then I want to have another meal. The Chinese food made by Uncle Zimo is delicious."
"Isn't mom's cooking delicious?" Luo Xiaoqian pretended to be angry.
"Mom's omelette is delicious, what else..." Luo Jun raised his eyebrows and said honestly, "It's about the same level as the ones in kindergarten."
Luo Xiaoqian was despised, but she was not angry. She had no talent in cooking. This was a reality that she had not changed.
"Then Uncle Zimo will cook for you every day, okay?" Leng Zimo asked with a smile.
"Okay!" Luo Jun immediately nodded in agreement, "My father will be back in a few days. When the time comes, can Uncle Zimo also cook it for my father?"
Hearing this, the two adults were startled.
Leng Zimo turned his head and looked at Luo Xiaoqian with questioning eyes, "Is it true?!"
"It's true, what mom said!" Luo Jun didn't understand what the adults were thinking, so he just interrupted with a smile, "Mom also said that on June 1st, our family of three participated in school activities together. I wanted to play the piano with my dad and my mom sang.
