Leng Zimo raised his palm to support Luo Xiaoqian's shoulder, pushed her to the dining table and sat down, took the napkin and spread it on her lap, and then unscrewed the thermos box, took out the hot wontons inside, and served her with a bowl.

"I made it myself."

In the bowl, the beautifully wrapped ingots wontons, with a faint fresh fragrance, that is the taste of chicken soup.

It's her favorite breakfast, Chicken Soup Chaos.

There was no coriander in it, he didn't like it, and neither did she.

Later, she tried to make it many times, but she couldn't get the taste he made.

Reaching over and placing a porcelain spoon in her bowl, Leng Zimo raised his eyebrows, "You don't like it?" ”

"Not ......"

Luo Xiaoqian picked up the spoon, took a sip of the soup, and took a small sip gently, the familiar taste was the same as five years ago.

Her nose began to sour unconsciously.

After five years together, she could only look at him from a distance, and now, he was in front of her, but she wanted to be deliberately polite and distant, and that kind of emotion was tantamount to torture.

Luo Jun trotted into the restaurant, leaned over to the table, sniffed, and immediately sighed, "Wow, it's so fragrant, Mom, I want to eat it too!" ”

"Good!" Luo Xiaoqian immediately filled a wonton, blew it, and sent it to his mouth.

When the spoon was about to reach Luo Jun's mouth, Leng Zimo suddenly reached over and grabbed Luo Xiaoqian's spoon.

Mother and son turned their faces at the same time, both with doubts in their eyes.

Leng Zimo looked at the little guy with a serious face, "Today, uncle can forgive you once, if you still lie in bed tomorrow, you won't have a share of breakfast in the future!" ”

The little guy looked at his face and nodded, "I promise, I won't be in bed tomorrow." ”

Leng Zimo stretched out his palm to him, "Manly ......"

"Words count!" The little guy immediately slapped his little hand at him, and then looked at the wonton in Luo Xiaoqian's spoon greedily, "Can I eat it now?" ”

Leng Zimo opened his mouth and swallowed the wontons in the spoon into his mouth, and then pushed the bowl in front of him to the table next to him, "Eat it yourself." ”

"Yes!" The little one immediately sat down in his chair, grabbed the spoon, and served the ravioli.

Luo Xiaoqian felt sorry for her son in the end, and was busy reminding, "Be careful, burn ......"

"I know." As he spoke, he had already puffed up his little mouth and blew it himself, and after blowing it, he stretched out his little tongue to try it, and Zuihou put it in his mouth, chewed it, and immediately sighed, "It's so fragrant, it's better than my mother's cooking." ”

This is, John also walked over, and Leng Zimo directly pushed the thermos box in front of him, "This is yours!" ”

"Wow, Xiexie." John sniffed and gave him a thumbs up.

Luo Xiaoqian raised her face to look at Leng Zimo opposite, and naturally asked, "What about you?!" ”

Sure enough, notice that he didn't eat?!

Leng Zimo looked into her eyes through the air and raised her lips slightly, "I don't want to eat." ”

Luo Xiaoqian immediately frowned, "How can I do it, skipping breakfast hurts my stomach, and I 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, yes, don't you successful people eat irregularly?" Luo Xiaoqian was busy covering up, and then pushed over the half-eaten wontons, "I'm full, you can eat the rest." ”

"But you've only eaten three."

"I have a small amount of food."

Leng Zimo turned his face slightly, looking at her playfully, "Feel sorry for me?" ”