After my rebirth, my paranoid husband was so excited that I trembled.

Chapter 419 What I like is the same

The kitchen door was closed.

Lu Jingxi slumped on the sofa weakly, watching Zhizhi make the cake seriously.

She grabbed a pillow and stuffed it in her arms, glancing at the figure inside the frosted door from time to time.

Suddenly I felt like I was in a dream.

The yearning for these five years has never stopped, but she has never thought that one day, she will be able to eat food cooked by him, or with Zhizhi...

Her heart now felt like it was standing at the junction of ice and fire.

Reason kept telling her that this kind of cross-border contact would bring great risks.

But the sensibility is sparing no effort to persuade, isn't this a scene you can't even dream of, enjoy it.

"Mom, how did you and uncle meet?"

Her daughter's voice interrupted her thoughts.

Lu Jingxi didn't know what to say and deliberately ignored the topic, "Zhizhi, listen to mom, you can't bring strangers into your house in the future, you know?"

Zhizhi nodded, "I know, uncle is not a stranger. He helped us catch bad guys and gave me gifts. He is also an old friend of my mother. How can he be a stranger."

Got it!

It's back again.

Lu Jingxi took a deep breath, "You are still young, and you have some friends you haven't seen for several years. No one knows whether they have changed or not. If he pretends to be a good guy and approaches us, wouldn't we be in danger?"

Zhizhi blinked his big eyes, "Was uncle a very good person in the past?"

Lu Jingxi, "..."

How could this child's attention be so amazing...

She sat up straight and looked at her daughter's childish and serious expression righteously, "It doesn't matter whether he was good or bad in the past. What matters is what kind of person he is now. Mom doesn't know."

Zhizhi looked at her tired expression and immediately nodded obediently, "I understand, mom, I won't do this again."

She lowered her head and spread chocolate sauce on the cake obediently.

Lu Jingxi's heart and eyes felt sour when he saw her concealing her loss, and there was a layer of mist that obscured her vision.

The sliding door of the kitchen opened and closed, and Lian Chengyu went to the refrigerator to get some ingredients.

Not long after, the aroma of food came from the house.

Zhizhi put the finished cake on the dining table, ran into the kitchen, and stood on her feet looking at the dishes being prepared on the countertop.

Bright spots of light flashed in her big eyes, and her little nose twitched, "It's full of color, fragrance, and beauty!"

Lian Chengyu poured the last dish out of the pot, "You're giving such a high evaluation before you even eat it in your mouth?"

"What I like must be right!" Zhizhi gave a thumbs up, making a pun.

Lu Jingxi walked slowly over and saw such a beautiful scene that she didn't dare to miss it.

At first glance, to an outsider, this scene looks like a happy family of three. The father is cooking, and the cute and well-behaved daughter is next to him acting coquettishly and praising him.

She suppressed the strange look in her eyes, and when she saw Zhizhi about to grab the shrimp, she shouted disapprovingly, "Zhizhi."

Zhizhi quickly raised his other hand, held the plate of food in both hands and walked out, "I helped uncle serve the food, I didn't want to eat it secretly..."

No matter how precocious a child is, he is always a little naughty kid who can act like a spoiled brat in front of his mother.

A doting smile surged in Lian Chengyu's eyes. He held a plate in his slender hands and followed Zhizhi out.

Lu Jingxi turned sideways, stepped out of the way, and walked into the kitchen.

I wanted to put the dishes in the cupboard, but my eyes were fixed on the three noodle bowls on the countertop, and my body remained motionless.

He cooked four dishes and three bowls of noodles.

Next to the three bowls of noodles, there was a plate of fennel and egg sauce.

"What are you stunned for?" A familiar voice came from beside her, bringing her thoughts back to this moment.

She didn't say anything more, picked up two bowls of noodles and walked out.

Lian Chengyu looked at her stiff back and raised his eyes lightly.

Zhizhi has been carried to her exclusive chair. After seeing the food on the table, surprise appeared on her little face, "Uncle, how do you know that my godmother likes to eat this noodles, she likes to eat this shrimp, and she also likes to eat this meat." .”

Lu Jingxi held the chopsticks, raised his eyelids, and deliberately ignored the powerful gaze from the other side, "Don't you like to eat?"

Zhizhi pursed her lips and said, "I like to eat..."

"Let's eat." The man said calmly, as comfortably as if he were at home.

Lu Jingxi only looked at the dishes and noodles in front of him, but didn't know how to use his chopsticks.

In the past five years, she spent countless sleepless nights getting into the kitchen to waste time cooking.

But whether it was fennel egg noodles or other dishes she loved, they couldn't taste the way he did back then.

Suddenly, two pairs of chopsticks appeared in the bowl.

The man picked up a chopstick of coriander beef.

Zhizhi caught a shrimp.

Lu Jingxi said in a low voice, "Thank you, I'll do it myself."

After saying this, she was stunned.

This is her home, right?

Why did she look like a foreign guest?

When I put the beef in my mouth, the meat was very tender with the smell of coriander.

She couldn't control her thoughts and thought about people when she saw things. But now that the person was right in front of her, she was still frantically looking for his shadow in her memories.

She knew very well that Lian Chengyu had no obvious preference for food, which Zhizhi was very similar to him, but she could also infer his subtle differences from daily interactions.

For example, he is not too proud of cilantro and onions, but she likes them. She likes food with strong flavor, which stimulates her taste buds and is full of flavor.

Among the four dishes today, there are coriander and onions.

She silently picked up the noodles and ate them.

No one at the table spoke.

Zhizhi looked back and forth, and when the two of them were silent, he took a piece of fried chicken leg and put it into the bowl.

Then, two pairs of equally disapproving eyes met.

"It's cold."

"It's cold."

Zhizhi, "..."

She could only endure the double pressure, stretched out her little paws, and silently put the chicken legs back into the takeout box.