Chapter 33

"It's true. It's delicious. There's something Well The smell of Mommy cooking Cold words Mo said with a smile.

"Why? Did your mother make you fried rice with eggs? " She was a little surprised.

"No, my father said that my mother died as soon as I was born. I haven't met my mother." Cold words ink mouth stained with a grain of rice, voice with a little lost, "but I guess, my mom's cooking, should be such a taste."

Shen Qingqing didn't expect that lengyanmo had never met her mother. After hearing this, she was moved and distressed. Before, she cooked for her mother, but her mother looked disgusted. She even thought she was not good at cooking, but this steamed bun praised her so much.

However, it is also possible that he is used to eating meat and fish at home, and rarely eats such light food, so his taste buds didn't adjust for a while.

When she thought so, she calmed down.

"If you like it, there's not enough here." Shen Qingqing wiped the grain of rice from his mouth, and there was a trace of heartache in his clear eyes.

Lengyanmo took a few mouthfuls again, then suddenly saw Abramovich, who was sitting on another chair and wagging his tail at him, pointed to it and said, "aunt, Abramovich hasn't eaten yet!"

"Er..." Shen Qingqing looked at Abramovich, who was sitting next to him and said, "what does he eat?"

She didn't have a cat, although she liked it very much, but in the past her house was full of antiques from her father's baby, so she couldn't keep this kind of playful kitten at all.

Lengyan Mo scratched his head, thought for a while, and said, "boiled chicken breast in white water is good, aunt Xiaolin is also feeding this."

"All right." Shen Qingqing replied happily.

There's nothing else at home, just a piece of chicken I bought last night. After Shen Qingqing cooked, he put the soup and meat into a small porcelain bowl. Abu seemed to smell the chicken and jumped down from the stool with a plop. First he looked at her with his big blue eyes, and then he ate it with a big mouthful.

"It's beautiful!" Shen Qingqing was fascinated by this kind of beauty meow and praised it sincerely.

"That's right. Abramovich is a class match puppet cat. It's very expensive!" Cold words, Mo Yang said with a small face.

Before Shen Qingqing asked what a puppet cat was, he heard the doorbell ring.

She went to open the door and saw a familiar face.

Leng Shaoheng stood at the door with a cold face. His eyes were dark as ink, and his mouth was slightly heavy. He was obviously unhappy.

Shen Qingqing didn't expect that he would come to the door. Her thick and slender eyelashes trembled and looked at him in a daze. For a moment, she didn't know what to say.

"Auntie, who is it?" Inside the room came the tender voice of cold words.

Shen Qingqing recovered and said, "ah, Mo Mo, it's your father who has come to pick you up!"

Leng Shaoheng gives her a cold look. She quickly turns to let him in. Leng Yanmo runs out of the restaurant and hugs Leng Shaoheng's thigh. "Dad!"

Leng Shaoheng's tight face relaxed slightly when he saw lengyanmo. He bent over to hold him up and said in a severe tone, "Mo Mo, why are you running around? Do you know the consequences of doing so?"

When he saw his father, Mo's happy expression disappeared, and he said, "I'm sorry, Dad."

Leng Shaoheng originally wanted to say a few more words. Suddenly he saw Shen Qingqing standing and watching. He put down his cold words and said coldly, "did you bring him here?"

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