Hong Niu slapped his head, turned around and said with a smile: "Master Lu, let me introduce you. This is my wife, Juanzi; this is my daughter, Bao'er."

"Hi sister-in-law."

Lu Chen nodded with a smile.

"Mr. Lu, this is a homemade dish I made with my own hands. I hope you don't dislike it." The pregnant woman seemed a little reserved.

Although the other party looked young, he was her husband's boss.

"Uncle Lu, my mother's cooking is delicious, try it!" Bao'er began to urge.

That little face was full of expectation.

"Really? Then I really have to try it."

Lu Chen smiled, took a piece of individually packaged food, took a big bite, and praised: "Not bad, it is really delicious!"

"Hehe...I didn't lie to you, did I?"

Baoer held his little head high and was very proud.

"Mr. Lu, I have a heartfelt request, and I hope you can fulfill it." The pregnant woman hesitated.

"Sister-in-law, please speak."

Lu Chen immediately put down his bowls and chopsticks and showed a serious expression on his face.

"Tomorrow is my daughter's birthday. I would like to ask you to give Brother Niu a day off and let him take the child to the playground." The pregnant woman said in a friendly voice.

"I thought it was a big deal, of course it's okay." Lu Chen agreed with a smile.

"Yeah! You can go to the playground tomorrow!"

Upon hearing this, Bao'er immediately cheered, and at the same time did not forget to apologize to Lu Chen: "Thank you, Uncle Lu, I wish you good luck like the East China Sea, and a longer life than Epiphyllum!"

"Epiphyllum?"

Concubine Cao Xuan was stunned at first, then laughed "Puff".

This little guy is so funny.

"What nonsense are you talking about? That's called Shoubinan Mountain!"

Hong Niu glared and quickly corrected it.

"Mr. Lu, I'm really sorry. The child is young and can't speak. Don't take it to heart." The pregnant woman apologized quickly.

It's really offensive to say something like this when someone is sick and in the hospital.

"It's nothing, Tongyan Wuji."

Lu Chen smiled slightly and didn't care.

If you really want to live longer than the epiphyllum, wouldn't you have to burp tomorrow?

"Uncle Lu, my birthday is tomorrow, will you come to celebrate my birthday with me?" Baoer asked, tilting his little head.

"Okay, uncle will definitely go tomorrow." JrNovels.com