After paying the bill, Luo Xiaoqian drove directly back to the lakeside villa, changed her clothes, put on ordinary home clothes, put on an apron, and immediately began to prepare dinner.

By the time she had almost prepared all the ingredients, the doorbell had already rang.

"It's coming!"

She trotted over and opened the door, and as soon as she opened the door, she saw Leng Zimo standing outside the door, showing a gentle smile at her, behind him, Xiao Ding stood by the car, nodded politely to her, and then opened the door and got into the car to leave.

Let Leng Zimo into the living room, Luo Xiaoqian closed the door with her backhand.

"I'm ready for the ingredients, you rest in the living room for a while, I'm going to cook now, I'll come back silently for a while, we'll ......"

As soon as she turned around, Leng Zimo had already stretched out her uninjured left arm and wrapped it around her waist.

In his eyes, his handsome face quickly enlarged, and then, on his lips, he touched gently.

She didn't dare to move, for fear of touching his injured right arm, but opened her lips slightly and let him kiss.

Leng Zimo didn't go too deep into the kiss, just tasted her lips gently, and let go of her.

"Now, we can go cook!"

"You have a wound in the arm......"

"We can work together." His tone insisted.

"Good!" She smiled and agreed, "I have prepared beef and vegetables, you can stand aside and guide me......"

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 a left hand!" ”

Helpless, she could only help him take off the suit jacket and tie the apron to him, Leng Zimo turned on the fire, put the wok on the fire, and poured oil into the pan.

It's just a palm, but his movements are still skillful, pouring oil, putting vegetables, and turning pots......

Seeing him pick up the wok, Luo Xiaoqian was busy preparing the plates, and the two worked together, and a plate of local dishes was put out of the pot and served to the table.

"Cook for another ten minutes!" Leng Zimo covered the lid of the soup pot and glanced at the watch on his wrist, "It's time for Momo to come back, right?!" ”

"Mom!" As soon as he finished speaking, the door of the living room had opened, and Luo Jun trotted into the kitchen, "It's so fragrant!" ”

"Because it's Uncle Zimo who cooks!" Luo Xiaoqian said with a smile.

The little guy immediately showed his true foodie nature, "Really, great, then I have to eat again, the Chinese food made by Uncle Zimo is delicious." ”

"Isn't Mom's cooking delicious?" Luo Xiaoqian faked anger.

"Mom's omelette is delicious, is it anything else......" Luo Jun raised his eyebrows and said honestly, "It's almost the same level as the kindergarten one." ”

Luo Xiaoqian, who was despised, was not angry, she had no talent in cooking, this was a reality that she had not changed.

"After that, Uncle Zimo cooks for you every day, okay?" Leng Zimo asked with a smile.

"Good!" Luo Jun immediately nodded and agreed, "In a few days, my father will come back, and when the time comes, Uncle Zimo will also make it for his father, okay?" ”

Hearing this, the two adults were stunned.

Leng Zimo turned his face sideways, and looked at Luo Xiaoqian with an inquiring gaze, "Is it true?!" ”

"It's true, Mom!" Where did Luo Jun understand the adult's thoughts, he just interjected with a smile, "Mom also said that on June 1st, our family of three participated in school activities together, and I wanted to play the piano with my father and sing with my mother." ”