Leng Zimo gently pushed open the kitchen door, the door was separated, and her figure immediately rushed into his sight.

She wore his wide shirt, her waist was tied into a very thin bend by the belt of her apron, and her long hair was casually tied to the top of her head with a chopstick, revealing her slender white neck, and between the snow-white collar, the kiss marks were half exposed.

"Success!"

Luo Xiaoqian neatly shoveled the fried eggs in the pan onto the plate with a spatula, and looked at her work with a satisfied smile on her face.

Although the range hood is turning, you can still smell the rich milky aroma and the smell of fried eggs.

Sunlight filtered in through the window and fell on her, casting a faint golden glow on her side.

Pour the eggs into the plate, put the milk in the cup, carefully wipe off any grease stains that fall on the plate, and carefully place the cleaned chopsticks on the edge of the plate...... She looks like an early riser wife preparing breakfast for her husband.

In Leng Zimo's heart, a little soft emotion rose inexplicably.

"You're here!" Noticing him standing by the door, she raised her lips and smiled, "Just right, eat it while it's hot!" ”

Leng Zimo walked over, sat down at the table, glanced at the milk in the cup, he frowned slightly, "I want coffee!" ”

Milk was still drunk when his mother was there, and now, every morning, his usual drink is coffee.

"After boiling so much, where can I drink it, besides, drinking coffee in the morning is not good for the stomach!" Unbuttoning her apron and sitting down across from him, she smiled and pushed the milk cup towards him, "Waste, it's not a good habit!" ”

After her father's death, the family was in ruins, and in order to help her mother see a doctor, she was able to save money.

For her, it is a very happy thing to have something to eat.

So, when she has something to eat, she is always in a good mood.

Looking at her bright smiling face across the table, Leng Zimo pinched the milk cup, "You seem to be very happy?" ”

He didn't understand, how could her happiness come so easily?!

"Do you have to eat and cry?" Luo Xiaoqian laughed at herself, "For us poor people, it is already a kind of happiness to be able to not worry about food, clothing, housing and transportation!" ”

When she said that, she regretted it again.

Why did she say this to him, with his status and status, how could he understand her feelings?

"Eat it, how do you say that...... Only love and good food can live up to it...... Wrong...... It's a waste and it's a crime! As soon as she opened her mouth, she had already denied herself, aiqing is bullshit, food is the most real, the omelette will never run to the plate of the person using ivory chopsticks because the chopsticks that hold it are the most ordinary bamboo chopsticks, and pick up the omelette on her plate, she took a big bite with hatred, "The omelette made by my Luo Xiaoqian is not something that anyone can have the opportunity to eat!" ”

"What about Lu Hao?" Leng Zimo asked.

"That bastard, he doesn't deserve it!"

Luo Xiaoqian chewed the omelette in her mouth and said angrily.

Leng Zimo lowered his face and looked at the fried egg on the plate, and his mood brightened.

Sure enough, it's really beautifully done!

Both the shape and the color are extremely attractive.

Picking one up, he tentatively took a small bite, not sweet, slightly salty with a hint of spiciness, just like the taste of the fried egg his mother made in his memory.

Before he knew it, he had eaten one and picked up the second.

"Delicious, right?" Luo Xiaoqian looked at him with satisfaction, "This is my mother's original, black pepper omelette, an absolute appetizer for breakfast......"