After hearing what he said, Long Qian frowned: "Long Bai, pay attention to your words! We are already primary school students."
"Oh, I'm sorry!" Long Bai stuck out his tongue, made a face, then lowered his head, and ate a few mouthfuls of noodles.
"By the way, brother, you haven't answered my question yet!" He took a while to remember the question just now.
Why did that woman Mo Xiaodie say such things to my brother, besides, my brother is also very strange today, doesn't he hate that woman very much on weekdays, but today he shows concern for her everywhere.
Long Qian looked at his younger brother with a dark face: "Long Bai, tell your brother the truth, you saw that Zixun found his biological parents, have you ever thought about our biological parents?"
After hearing what he said, Long Bai was stunned and didn't speak for a long time.
How could he not think about it! Seeing Zixun talking about his mother, and seeing Lu Chenxu and Mo Xiaodie caring for Zixun so much, in the hospital at that time, he thought, what are their biological parents like?
When you threw them away so cruelly back then, did you regret it, did you ever think about looking for them?
Seeing his heartless younger brother suddenly remain silent, Long Qian lowered his head and fiddled with the noodles in the bowl with his chopsticks: "Long Bai, if one day they come to us, will you forgive them?"
"Ah¡ª¡ª" Long Bai raised his head in astonishment: "Brother, have they come to look for us?"
Long Qian fiddled with the noodles for a moment, then shook his head: "No, they didn't come to look for us! Eat quickly, the noodles are getting cold."
The truth of that year has not been investigated yet, so it is better not to tell my brother yet.
After hearing what his brother said, Long Bai's eyes flashed with disappointment, he lowered his head: "Oh!"
Then, he suddenly raised his head again: "Brother, you haven't told me why you care about Mo Xiaodie so much all of a sudden!"
Long Qian sighed lightly, and the question came back again: "Because we, Zizhong and Zixun are good friends. If something happened to our good friend's mother, of course we should care about it."
Long Bai suddenly thought of something, and grinned: "That's right, Zizhong and Zixun are our good friends, then I can go to their house every day for dinner."
Speaking of this, he looked at the kitchen and lowered his voice: "Brother, Mo Xiaodie's cooking skills are much better than Xiao Su's. I like to eat her cooking the most, but she is injured, so I'm afraid it will take a while before I can cook." It's a real treat."
After finishing speaking, he smacked his mouth regretfully.
Long Qian had no choice but to shake his head again, sometimes it's good to be as heartless as Long Bai.
In room 1601, Qu Lingqiang followed Lu Chenxu and 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 her.
Lu Zixun nestled in his mother's arms with a happy face.
Qu Lingqiang didn't bother them any more, and quietly withdrew.
Mr. Lu's house is spacious and bright, and the decoration is very tasteful. Zixun will live happier and happier here.
When he came out, he didn't see Lu Chenxu and Mo Zizhong, so he called out strangely: "Mr. Lu?"
Soon, Lu Chenxu and Mo Zizhong came out of the kitchen wearing aprons.
"Are you leaving?" Lu Chenxu still had a spatula in his hand.
Qu Ling was so shocked that he swallowed the words so strong, he stammered again after a long time: "Well, Lu, Mr. Lu, it's getting late, I'll go back first! Zixun will leave it to you."
God, is he dazzled, the president of the dignified Lu Group actually cooks for his wife at home wearing an apron? If this is posted on the Internet, it will definitely be ranked first on the hot search list.
"Okay, you've worked hard today, and there's still a tough battle to fight tomorrow! You go back and have a good rest!" Lu Chenxu didn't keep him.
After what happened today, in his heart he already regards Qu Lingqiang as a friend, even a benefactor. He has done too much for Sanbao, and he and Xiaodie will always remember this kindness.
Qu Lingqiang nodded, then glanced at the door of the master bedroom with some reluctance, then turned and left.
After Qu Lingqiang left, Mo Zizhong frowned: "Father, the food seems to be mushy."
Lu Chenxu was startled, and quickly turned around and rushed into the kitchen. Sure enough, the vegetables in the pot had turned black.
He had no choice but to throw the food away.
Mo Zizhong looked at him distressedly, he had no confidence in his father: "Dad, what should I do? Why don't you go and find Aunt Xiao Su?"
Lu Chenxu cleaned 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 still pickles in the refrigerator, and the rice porridge is ready. I think Mommy and Sanbao will like the taste of pickles even more!"
In his cognition, besides making egg-filled pancakes, Dad seems to have never cooked other dishes. Just now he wanted to surprise Mommy and third brother with confidence, but he fried the dishes. .
Next, will the kitchen be set on fire!
Under his son's questioning eyes, Lu Chenxu held his breath, followed the steps in the food video, and successfully fried a tomato scrambled egg and vinegared potato shreds.
He happily put the fried food on the small table and brought it to the master bedroom.
At this time, Mo Zizhong was in the master bedroom telling his mother and younger brother about the thrilling process of his father's cooking. Hearing the knock on the door, he hurried to open it.
"Dad, is the meal ready?" He glanced at the meal in Lu Chenxu's hand and frowned.
The plate of tomato scrambled eggs looked okay, but what the hell was this plate of shredded potatoes, the potatoes were cut as thick as his fingers.
Lu Chenxu glared at him with some displeasure: "Dabao, what kind of eyes are you looking at? Although this dish doesn't look good, the taste is absolutely top-notch."
With that said, he walked to the bed and placed the entire small table on the bed.
Mo Xiaodie gave him an appreciative look: "Husband, it's not bad, it's the first time you're cooking and you look good!"
Lu Chenxu gave the eldest son a smug look: "How about it, Dabao, Mommy praised me."
After finishing speaking, he thoughtfully served Zixun a bowl of porridge. Then he looked at Mo Zizhong: "Dabao, do you want Dad to serve you a bowl too?"
Mo Zizhong waved his hands: "No need, Dad, I'll eat instant noodles later."
Then he blinked at Lu Zixun: "Zixun, you should be mentally prepared, Dad's cooking is terrible! Do you want me to cook some instant noodles for you too?"
Lu Zixun didn't speak, he lowered his head and took a mouthful of porridge, then picked up some vegetables with chopsticks and stuffed them into his mouth.
Lu Chenxu stared at his son nervously, Lu Zixun raised his pale face and smiled sweetly: "Dad, your cooking is delicious!"
After hearing what his son said, Lu Chenxu was so excited that he almost burst into tears, but Zi Xun is so sweet and caring! Unlike Zi Zhong and Long Qian who threatened him and crushed him at every turn!
"Zixun is so good, you can eat more if it tastes good!" He pampered Zixun's little head.
Mo Zizhong curled his lips, he didn't believe his brother's words at all, he picked up a piece of egg and frowned and took a bite: "The taste is barely okay! But it's far worse than what Mommy made."
As he said that, he handed over his bowl and motioned to Lu Chenxu to serve him a bowl of rice, but Lu Chenxu had no choice but to take the bowl: "Dabao, do you have a grudge against Dad, is it so difficult to compliment Dad? "
Lu Chenxu, the president of the dignified Lu Group, looked at his eldest son with an aggrieved expression. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com