Leng's mother's eyes were hot for a while, and she couldn't stand it anymore and stood up and brought her bowl. "Don't grab it from Arrow, take it, this bowl is for you to eat."

This stupid kid is stupid and distressing.

Qingting shook his head and smiled cutely.

"I don't want it, Mommy, you've been busy for a long time and it's very hard, you can eat."

Leng's mother has a sour nose, she has a filial daughter-in-law, and she feels so happy.

"I'm kidding you, there's still one bowl in the pot, how can Arrow eat a bowl? Arrow, go to the kitchen and bring all the noodle soup. ”

Qi Rui had a smile on his face, his eyebrows were full of sweetness, he hurriedly ran into the kitchen, and after a while, he came out with a pot, which was full of thin noodles, and the aroma went straight to his nose.

Qingting entered the kitchen and took out an empty bowl, filled a bowl of noodle soup, poured some spicy minced meat on the noodles, and began to eat it in a big gulp.

She was really hungry, she ate very deliciously, her eyebrows and eyes were full of satisfaction, her stomach warmed up a little bit, and she was indescribably comfortable.

Qi Rui looked at her while eating, and his gentle gaze kept sticking to her, never leaving for a moment.

Mother Leng looked at this and that, and was very relieved.

The family was immersed in hard work, only hearing the sound of eating noodles, quiet and peaceful.

Leng Zongkai looked at this scene, and his heart was full of emotion, and a wave of heat swelled.

Is this the liliang of the home?

It makes people feel warm and can't help but indulge in it!

Qingting ate a bowl, finally full, wiped his mouth with a tissue, and his movements were as elegant as flowing water, "Xiexie Mommy, you have worked hard." ”

All of Leng's mother's worries turned into smoke with this sentence, and she was overjoyed. "Is it delicious?"

Being grateful for all your hard work is a great joy in itself.

Qingting smiled and nodded, "It's delicious, Mommy, no wonder Arrow can't forget your face." ”

When she said this, Leng's mother felt sorry, her son grew so big, she didn't take good care of him, and the number of times she cooked noodles for him was only a handful, and it was pitiful.

Qingting's gaze fell on Leng Zongkai, who was eating elegantly, "Daddy, what do you say?" ”

When Leng Mu's heart was mentioned, she became inexplicably nervous.

Leng Zongkai didn't raise his head, and the food was very sweet, "It's delicious." ”

This is already the second bowl, can it not be delicious?

The noodles are very strong, very Q and tough, and the soup is very delicious, salty and light, which is unexpectedly in line with his taste.

The taste of home, but he likes it very much.

Leng Mu's eyes were red, and she lowered her head to hide all her expressions, "It's not easy for you to eat delicacies from the mountains and seas outside, and you can still swallow a bowl of home-cooked noodles." ”

Back then, in order to please him, she studied cooking hard, cooked a table of dishes every day, and silently waited for him to come back to eat.

Warm again and again, waiting stupidly, but unfortunately it was dawn, he still didn't come back, never ate the dishes she made herself, not once.

It's really sad to fall in love with a man who doesn't come home.

When she was disheartened and cold, he actually ate the noodles she made, and this ending made her feel ridiculous.

Is this providential?

Leng Zongkai paused for a moment to eat noodles and looked at her deeply, "I missed a lot before, and now I want to make up for it as much as possible, is it okay?" ”

Qingting tugged at Qi Rui's sleeve, made a look, and the two of them quietly withdrew.

Qi Rui stood on the stairs and looked back uneasily.

Qingting smiled slightly, they should be given a little personal space, sit down and have a good talk, maybe some things will be bright.