"Come, Xiao Chengcheng eat more!"

Xia Zhi put a big bowl of rice in front of Leng Yicheng, and took chopsticks to clip a lot of dishes for him.

"Thank you, Auntie!" Leng Yicheng hugged the bowl and squinted his eyes with a happy smile.

"That's good!" Xia Zhi touched his little head with relief, and then sat down and ate it himself.

The man on the throne glanced coldly at the woman who treated her son with a smile on her face, and then glanced at the bowl in front of him, which was empty, not even a grain of rice.

Suddenly, Leng Shao's face was extremely dark.

"Where's my food?"

The cold voice carried Wei Ya to oppress the past.

Xia Zhi paused, then gulped down his own food, and muttered, "Isn't the rice in the pot?" You can't hold it yourself, huh? ”

I want her to serve him food, I think it's beautiful!

Make you arrogant!

Leng Tianyu's eyebrows frowned, his eyes were like cold knives, and he flew over, glaring at the woman who was against him, and gritted his teeth secretly.

The air in the restaurant froze a little, but it didn't affect Xia Zhi's mood to eat, the more unhappy he was, the happier she was.

However, the little guy couldn't stand it anymore, and looked at his dark-faced father, and then at the summer solstice, which was eating happily.

The little hand reached over and hugged the rice cooker.

Xia Zhi saw it and quickly took it, "Be careful of scalding." ”

"Daddy, the meal is here! Serve it yourself, otherwise it won't taste good if it's cold. ”

The little guy still loves Daddy very much.

Leng Tian glanced at his son, and was a little moved in his heart, but he didn't think that he was moved enough, so the little guy said.

"Daddy, adults are self-sufficient, only children can let people serve rice!"

Xia Zhi chuckled, feeling the cold knife flying over, she quickly pursed the corners of her mouth and put the rice pot on the man's left hand.

"Do you want me to serve you food?"

The watery eyes are shining, sparkling, and joyful.

Leng Tian's face was a little colder, and his voice was cold, "No! ”

Seeing that Leng Shao finally cooked the meal by himself, Xia Zhi was also surprised.

Leng Tian swept the silly expression on her face, wrinkled her brows, and sneered: "Afraid that I will finish your rice?" ”

"Hehe, how is it possible, Mr. Leng can eat as much as he wants, if it's not enough, I'll cook it again to ensure that you are full."

Xia Zhi hurriedly smiled, not daring to pick out the tiger whiskers again, she thought he would leave.

At least people are kind enough to decorate her new home, and you still have to be grateful.

Leng Tian snorted softly, took the rice bowl, and took a bite of the chopsticks.

His eyebrows jumped, and it tasted pretty good.

"Daddy, isn't it delicious?" Leng Yicheng looked at him excitedly, the little guy who has always paid attention to his appearance, but there is a grain of rice on the corner of his mouth.

When Xia Zhi saw it, he stretched out his hand and was about to help him wipe it off, but the man's hand also reached over and immediately touched each other.

She shuddered, retracted her hand in embarrassment, and pinched it.

The back of the hand was crispy and numb.

Leng Tianren's eyes flashed, and he continued to wipe the rice grains from the corners of his son's mouth, and reprimanded his son with a handsome face, "Pay attention to eating, how old are you." ”

"Daddy, I'm still a kid! That's okay! Leng Yicheng replied with a smile.

Leng Tian glanced at the happy little guy, picked up the dishes and chopsticks again, and ate.

Xia Zhishui's eyes glanced at it, the man was handsome, his posture was elegant, and his bone china-like fingers stretched out and clamped, showing dignity.

Thin crimson lips, slightly open, take the rice in your mouth, and chew it slowly.

It's like eating at a top-notch western restaurant, rather than eating a few ordinary home-cooked dishes.

It's so good-looking, even when eating.