"Okay." Du Lin made a saluting gesture to Lin Qingrou, pulled out his legs and ran into the living room.

Lin Qingrou saw the little guy pounce on Du Zeming's body and said a few words to him, so Du Zeming picked him up and the two walked to the dining table together. Seeing him getting closer and closer to her, Lin Qingrou was afraid that his burning gaze would fall on her again, so she silently turned her face away from them, and picked up the soup spoon on the table and scooped the soup.

Seeing that they were all seated, Lin Qingrou stood up and put the porcelain bowl that scooped the soup in front of the two of them, with a natural look, "Okay, the dish is almost cold, let's eat first." After speaking, she sat down, stirred a few times with a spoon with a porcelain bowl, and drank the soup in small sips, completely practicing what the ancients said about food without sleep.

Originally, it would have been a quiet dinner, but it was obviously impossible to have Du Lin's child present. He sandwiched a few pieces of fried juicy and fragrant chicken and ate it contentedly, and from time to time expressed his opinion on this meal as a "gourmet", "Mom, your cooking skills are getting better and better, and tonight's chicken is better cooked than before." ”

Hearing her son's praise, Lin Qingrou raised a big smile on her face, sandwiched the piece of chicken with the most meat on the plate to Linlin, and said happily: "Linlin thinks it's delicious, then mom will cook it for you according to this method another day." ”

Lin Qingrou also felt that her cooking skills tonight had made great progress, it was estimated that she was extra attentive tonight, her mind was felt by the ingredients, and they were also trying their best to cooperate with her.

"I also think tonight's food is delicious, not only tonight's dishes, but also the previous dishes, my appetite has been nourished in the past few days." Seeing that his son broke the silence at the table, Du Zeming hooked the corners of his mouth and smiled, and did not let go of this great opportunity, and spared no effort to praise Lin Qingrou.

Lin Qingrou was eating a piece of stewed beef in red wine, and when she heard Du Zeming's words, she was coldly stuck, in order not to let Du Zeming find out that she naturally walked to the shelf next to her and poured a glass of boiled water, and swallowed the beef in her throat with the water, she sat back on the chair and glanced at Du Zeming, and said, "If it's delicious, you can eat more." ”

"Okay." Du Zeming reacted to her very quickly, but he suddenly found that he had replied too hastily, Lin Qingrou's reply to him was actually the advertising slogan of a cookie advertisement, he glanced at her helplessly, lowered his head and ate quietly without participating in the conversation between the mother and son in front of him.

After dinner, Du Zeming stopped his chopsticks and leaned on the back of the chair and quietly looked at the warm picture in front of him, the woman's gentle face was like a person in a painting, just a simple meal could make him feel the feeling of heartbeat, no matter how you look at their current scene, it looks like the years are quiet.

He swallowed a mouthful of saliva unconsciously, his sexy Adam's apple slid up and down, and he found that he had completely indulged in Lin Qingrou's world and could not come out of it again.

Du Zeming originally wanted to take the initiative to ask Ying to help with the dishes, but Lin Qingrou rejected his request on the grounds of the last dishwashing and bloodshed.

Du Zeming glanced at the cartoons that were too boring on the TV screen, and then at the son next to him who was fascinated by watching TV, touched his fluffy hair, stood up and walked in the direction of the kitchen.

(End of chapter)

A good husband is a late bloomer