Chapter: 572
Then he suddenly raised his head: "Brother, you still haven't told me why you care about Mo Xiaodie so suddenly!"
Long Qianqing sighed, and the question came back again: "Because we and Zi Zhong, Zi Xun are good friends, and there is an accident with the good friend's mother, of course we should care about it."
Long Bai suddenly thought of something and grinned: "Yes, Zi Zhong and Zi Xun are our good friends, then I can go to their house every day to eat dinner."
Having said that, he looked at the kitchen and lowered his voice: "Brother, Mo Xiaodie’s craftsmanship is much better than Xiao Su. I like eating her cooking the most. However, she is injured. I am afraid it will take a while to wait. It's a real treat."
After speaking, he smashed his mouth with regret.
Long Qian had no choice but to shook his head again. Sometimes it was good to be as heartless as Long Bai.
In the 1601 room, Qu Lingqiang and Lu Chenxu carried Lu Zixun into the master bedroom on the first floor. Mo Xiaodie lay on the bed with Zixun in her arms and pulled the thin quilt over.
Lu Zixun nestled in his mother's arms with a happy face.
Qu Lingqiang didn't bother them anymore, and silently retreated.
President Lu's house is spacious and bright, and the decoration is very tasteful. Zi Xun will have a happier and happier life here.
When he came out, he saw Lu Chenxu and Mo Zizhong and yelled a little strangely, "Mr. Lu?"
Soon, Lu Chenxu and Mo Zizhong walked out of the kitchen in aprons.
"Are you leaving?" Lu Chenxu was still holding a spatula in his hand.
Qu Lingqiang was shocked and swallowed again. He stammered again for a long time and said, "Um, Lu, Mr. Lu, it's getting late, I'll go back first! Zi Xun will ask you."
God, is he dazzled, the president of the dignified Lu Group actually cooks for his wife in an apron at home? If this is posted on the Internet, it will definitely be ranked first in the hot search list.
"Well, I have worked hard for you today, and there is still a tough battle to be fought tomorrow! You go back and have a good rest!" Lu Chenxu did not want to keep him.
After today's events, he has regarded Qu Lingqiang as a friend or even a benefactor in his heart. He has done too much for the Three Treasures, and he and Xiaodie will always remember this kindness.
Qu Lingqiang nodded, then glanced at the door of the master bedroom with some dismay, then turned and left.
After Qu Lingqiang left, Mo Zizhong frowned: "Dad, the food seems to be muddled."
Lu Chenxu was taken aback, turned around and rushed into the kitchen. As expected, the greens in the pot had turned black.
He had no choice but to dump the dishes.
Mo Zizhong looked at him with a distressed expression, he was very unconfident in his father: "Dad, what should I do? How about going to Aunt Xiaosu?"
Lu Chenxu brushed the pot again, got angry, and looked at his son confidently: "Dabao, don't you believe in Dad's craftsmanship?"
Mo Zizhong smiled awkwardly: "Well, Dad, there are pickles in the refrigerator. The rice porridge is already cooked. I think Mommy and Sambo will like the taste of pickles more!"
In his cognition, apart from being able to make egg-filled biscuits, Dad seems to have cooked other dishes. He just looked confident and wanted to surprise Mommy and his third brother, but he fried the vegetables. NS.
Next, will the kitchen be lit?
In the eyes of his son full of doubts, Lu Chenxu suffocated his breath. Following the steps on the food video, he successfully fried a tomato scrambled egg and vinegar potato shreds. JrNovels.com
Long Qianqing sighed, and the question came back again: "Because we and Zi Zhong, Zi Xun are good friends, and there is an accident with the good friend's mother, of course we should care about it."
Long Bai suddenly thought of something and grinned: "Yes, Zi Zhong and Zi Xun are our good friends, then I can go to their house every day to eat dinner."
Having said that, he looked at the kitchen and lowered his voice: "Brother, Mo Xiaodie’s craftsmanship is much better than Xiao Su. I like eating her cooking the most. However, she is injured. I am afraid it will take a while to wait. It's a real treat."
After speaking, he smashed his mouth with regret.
Long Qian had no choice but to shook his head again. Sometimes it was good to be as heartless as Long Bai.
In the 1601 room, Qu Lingqiang and Lu Chenxu carried Lu Zixun into the master bedroom on the first floor. Mo Xiaodie lay on the bed with Zixun in her arms and pulled the thin quilt over.
Lu Zixun nestled in his mother's arms with a happy face.
Qu Lingqiang didn't bother them anymore, and silently retreated.
President Lu's house is spacious and bright, and the decoration is very tasteful. Zi Xun will have a happier and happier life here.
When he came out, he saw Lu Chenxu and Mo Zizhong and yelled a little strangely, "Mr. Lu?"
Soon, Lu Chenxu and Mo Zizhong walked out of the kitchen in aprons.
"Are you leaving?" Lu Chenxu was still holding a spatula in his hand.
Qu Lingqiang was shocked and swallowed again. He stammered again for a long time and said, "Um, Lu, Mr. Lu, it's getting late, I'll go back first! Zi Xun will ask you."
God, is he dazzled, the president of the dignified Lu Group actually cooks for his wife in an apron at home? If this is posted on the Internet, it will definitely be ranked first in the hot search list.
"Well, I have worked hard for you today, and there is still a tough battle to be fought tomorrow! You go back and have a good rest!" Lu Chenxu did not want to keep him.
After today's events, he has regarded Qu Lingqiang as a friend or even a benefactor in his heart. He has done too much for the Three Treasures, and he and Xiaodie will always remember this kindness.
Qu Lingqiang nodded, then glanced at the door of the master bedroom with some dismay, then turned and left.
After Qu Lingqiang left, Mo Zizhong frowned: "Dad, the food seems to be muddled."
Lu Chenxu was taken aback, turned around and rushed into the kitchen. As expected, the greens in the pot had turned black.
He had no choice but to dump the dishes.
Mo Zizhong looked at him with a distressed expression, he was very unconfident in his father: "Dad, what should I do? How about going to Aunt Xiaosu?"
Lu Chenxu brushed the pot again, got angry, and looked at his son confidently: "Dabao, don't you believe in Dad's craftsmanship?"
Mo Zizhong smiled awkwardly: "Well, Dad, there are pickles in the refrigerator. The rice porridge is already cooked. I think Mommy and Sambo will like the taste of pickles more!"
In his cognition, apart from being able to make egg-filled biscuits, Dad seems to have cooked other dishes. He just looked confident and wanted to surprise Mommy and his third brother, but he fried the vegetables. NS.
Next, will the kitchen be lit?
In the eyes of his son full of doubts, Lu Chenxu suffocated his breath. Following the steps on the food video, he successfully fried a tomato scrambled egg and vinegar potato shreds. JrNovels.com
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