These are the dishes Luo Xiaoqian loves to eat on weekdays, but now that she has lost her memory, will the taste be the same as before?
Hearing the servant come in, Leng Zimo immediately stood up and asked, "How is it?"
"Madam likes your food very much. I heard Mr. Roy said that you are Italian. Madam is very curious. Please go to the restaurant."
Leng Zimo felt ecstatic in his heart.
Finally, he can see his Xiaoqian again!
Trying to suppress the emotions in his heart, he walked to the sink, washed his hands carefully, looked at himself in the glasses, straightened his slightly messy collar, and then followed the servants out of the kitchen and into the dining room outside.
ROY's position was facing the direction of the kitchen. Hearing the sound of the door opening, he raised his face and looked at Leng Zimo, carefully paying attention to the latter's expression.
Leng Zirui hopes to create an opportunity for the two of them to meet, but he is also worried that Leng Zimo will reveal his flaws when he sees Luo Xiaoqian.
Of course, there was no clue on Leng Zirui's face. He just raised his chin towards Luo Xiaoqian who was drinking porridge.
"he came."
Luo Xiaoqian put down her spoon, turned her face naturally and looked at Leng Zimo who was walking over.
The person who walked into her sight was a tall man with a very tall body and a beautiful and well-proportioned figure under the white chef uniform.
His hair is somewhat gray, with a hint of hoarfrost in it, and his beard covers most of his face, but it does not make people look sloppy, but has a strange charm.
His eyes were gray, blurry and deep, but his pupils were as black as the night, looking extraordinarily bright.
The way he walked was full of momentum, as if the entire island was his territory.
That gesture... was inexplicably familiar.
Leng Zimo's eyes swept over Luo Xiaoqian's face and landed on the porridge bowl in front of her. The porridge in the bowl had been eaten, and she looked like she had a good appetite.
Sure enough, her taste has not changed.
"Hello, ma'am."
Leng Zimo lowered his face slightly and greeted her in a neither humble nor arrogant tone. He used Italian.
"He is saying hello to you." Locke took the initiative to help translate.
"Do you... speak English?" Luo Xiaoqian asked in English.
Leng Zimo looked confused, "I'm sorry, I don't quite understand what you are talking about?"
"He only speaks Italian." Leng Zirui explained.
"That's it..." Luo Xiaoqian was slightly disappointed, and after a moment she smiled at Leng Zimo, "Thank you, thank you for the dinner, I really like the Chinese food you cooked."
He must understand such a simple word as "thank you".
Afraid that Leng Zimo wouldn't understand the second half, Luo Xiaoqian specially picked up the empty bowl and made an eating gesture to show that she liked eating it very much.
Leng Zimo laughed in his heart, then he walked over and took the empty bowl from her hand.
Luo Xiaoqian was startled, as if she didn't expect him to make such a move.
"Wait a moment!"
Nodding to her politely like a gentleman, Leng Zimo turned and walked towards the kitchen.
Is this eldest brother of his family trying to replenish the nutrients that his sister-in-law has been lacking in the past few days?!
Leng Zirui chuckled softly from the other side of the table, "I guess he thought you wanted another bowl."
Luo Xiaoqian stuck out her tongue, "It's such a pity that I don't know Italian..."
When she said this, she suddenly thought of something.
Previously, Locke said that she went to school in Milan. If that was the case, how could she not speak Italian?
