Su Changqin is well-maintained, her demeanor is thousands, after so many years of tempering, Mrs. Fu's temperament has improved a lot, but her appearance can only be regarded as average, and Leng Bingxin's father is also extremely ordinary, how she gave birth to such a beautiful woman who captivates the country and the city, it is indeed incomprehensible.

On the extra-long dining table, a European-style embroidered white lace tablecloth hangs down, on which are placed with bright flowers, and the European-style retro candlesticks emit a soft light, which is intertwined with colorful crystal lights, exuding an aristocratic atmosphere everywhere.

The servants were busy bringing all kinds of delicacies to the table, the silver lid in front of Leng Bingxin was lifted, and the delicate plate was filled with Leng Bingxin's favorite egg fried rice. Indeed, even a small plate is made through embossing, strangulation, hollowing, embossing and other processes, which is extremely precious.

"What? Dislike? Su Changqin asked Leng Bingxin uncertainly, she didn't know if Leng Bingxin still liked to eat the egg fried rice she made. For this unfathomable daughter, even she doesn't know much about herself.

Leng Bingxin shook her head, the next delicacies in front of her were her favorites, and it was rare for Su Changqin to remember. Shen Mofei was also in front of him with different food, which should be his favorite, and in front of the other empty main seat, there was a different breakfast. Leng Bingxin sneered, it was really embarrassing for her, for everyone's preferences, she didn't do it the same way, this should also be a kind of capital for her to hold on to Mrs. Shen's throne! Isn't there a saying that if you want to capture a man's heart, you have to grab a man's stomach. 】

Leng Bingxin's cooking is also delicious, she shouldn't be talented, she is completely trained. Think about what it is like for a child to stand on a stool every day from the third grade and cook for himself. In the beginning, my little hands would be cut, and I would be burned by the spilled oil, and I would go to the supermarket to buy something, and because it was too heavy to take home, I had to divide it into several trips to buy. In the dead of night, I dare not turn off the lights and sleep alone in the small room, for fear that ghosts or thieves will come. Crying, at that time, I hid in the quilt and heard the sound of thunder, and I would cry when I heard the sound of mice crawling around, and the tears should have dried up at that time. As he grew older, Leng Bingxin became more and more comfortable in cooking, and he was no longer afraid of thunder, so he went down with a stick, knocked the mouse half to death, and then carried its tail and calmly threw it into the trash can, never crying again, just closed the door deep in his heart, and added a big lock. She won't be open to people, and she won't let people walk in.

Leng Bingxin picked up the silver spoon, ate a bite of egg fried rice, and chewed slowly in his mouth. Su Changqin had a smile on his lips, observing Leng Bingxin's every expression.

"How? Is it tasty? ”

Leng Bingxin nodded, it was indeed delicious, and it coincided with the taste in his memory. I don't know if I'm hungry, or if I think that I might never be able to eat again in the future, Leng Bingxin sped up and put it in my mouth one bite after another.

Shen Mofei seemed to lean on the back of the chair leisurely, his deep eyes looked at Leng Bingxin, his thick eyebrows raised slightly, with a trace of doubt, he always felt that Leng Bingxin was a little abnormal, as for where? He couldn't say it.