Chapter 983
So, Blame Me?
Chapter 983 So, Blame Me?
His handsome eyebrows were raised slightly, with a smile in his eyes, and he looked very interested, "Oh? What painting?"
"Look, look, this is my mother's drawing, and this is your mother's drawing!" Lu Yanbai held a painting in one hand, and showed it to him as if offering a treasure, "Does it look good?"
"Yeah." Lu Shiyan raised his eyes and glanced at Jiang Lai, the smile on Jun's face deepened a little, "Mum really loves me more, and she painted me more handsome."
"No way, I am better looking!" Lu Yanbai pursed her mouth unconvinced, then turned her head to look at Jiang Lai, soliciting tickets, "Mom, do you think I am better looking?"
Jiang Lai smiled slightly, with a gentle expression on his face, "Well, of course Xiaobai is the most beautiful."
Lu Yanbai was immediately happy, and flaunted the Q version of the little monk in his hand, "I want to put the painting my mother gave me in my room!"
Lu Shiyan's eyes moved, and a smiling voice sounded, "Help Dad keep the painting well."
"En!" Lu Yanbai nodded, stared at the two paintings for a while, and suddenly found something, "Mom, can you draw another picture of yours for me?"
Jiang Lai met her big clear eyes and asked with a smile, "Why does Xiaobai want my portrait?"
Lu Yanbai's big eyes were flickering, and his round face had a solemn expression, "Because a family can't just have me and my father, but also my mother!"
Jiang Lai listened to her immature and soft voice, the smile on her face froze for a moment, then changed the subject and said, "There is a lot of oily smoke in the kitchen, let's go out, don't disturb Dad's cooking."
"it is good."
Half an hour later, Lu Shiyan prepared all the meals.
In the restaurant, Jiang Lai couldn't help feeling emotional when he looked at the delicious dishes on the table.
In fact, when Lu Shiyan was in Jiang's family, he was very good at cooking.
It's just that when he entered the Lu family, he almost never cooked again. He didn't expect that after so many years, his cooking skills have not deteriorated at all.
And on the table, almost every dish is her favorite.
Jiang Lai didn't know what it was like in her heart at the moment, these dishes reminded her involuntarily of the months when she lived in Taoyuan Community during her pregnancy.
At that time, Lu Shiyan bought the small courtyard next to her house, and cooked the dishes himself every day, and either had someone pretend to be a delivery guy and deliver them to her, or asked Feng Yuan to bring them to her.
In short, at that time, he cooked all kinds of dishes for her in different ways, for fear that she would starve himself.
At that time, she was indeed about to be moved by his sincerity.
If it hadn't been for the car accident that followed, maybe...
"Mom, mom, why don't you eat? Dad's cooking is delicious!"
Jiang Lai was thinking wildly, when suddenly a soft and soft milky voice came from his ears.
I saw Lu Yanbai looking up at her with a small face, with questioning and concern in his big eyes.
She smiled at the little guy and replied, "Well, it's delicious."
Lu Yanbai immediately stretched out her small arms, awkwardly picked up a piece of pork ribs from the plate, and clumsily handed it to the plate in front of her, "Mom, try it, I like the pork ribs roasted by Dad the most."
Lu Shiyan looked at his daughter gnawed on the ribs until her greasy little mouth, smiled lightly and raised her eyebrows, "Do you only like ribs?"
Probably because she has never eaten meat since she was a child. She likes all meat dishes, and every meal is full of meat.
Lu Yanbai was exposed by his father face to face, stuck out his little tongue, gnawed on the bone, and replied vaguely, "Who told Dad that your cooking is so delicious!"
Lu Shiyan spread his hands, and said in a helpless tone, "So, blame me?"
(End of this chapter)
His handsome eyebrows were raised slightly, with a smile in his eyes, and he looked very interested, "Oh? What painting?"
"Look, look, this is my mother's drawing, and this is your mother's drawing!" Lu Yanbai held a painting in one hand, and showed it to him as if offering a treasure, "Does it look good?"
"Yeah." Lu Shiyan raised his eyes and glanced at Jiang Lai, the smile on Jun's face deepened a little, "Mum really loves me more, and she painted me more handsome."
"No way, I am better looking!" Lu Yanbai pursed her mouth unconvinced, then turned her head to look at Jiang Lai, soliciting tickets, "Mom, do you think I am better looking?"
Jiang Lai smiled slightly, with a gentle expression on his face, "Well, of course Xiaobai is the most beautiful."
Lu Yanbai was immediately happy, and flaunted the Q version of the little monk in his hand, "I want to put the painting my mother gave me in my room!"
Lu Shiyan's eyes moved, and a smiling voice sounded, "Help Dad keep the painting well."
"En!" Lu Yanbai nodded, stared at the two paintings for a while, and suddenly found something, "Mom, can you draw another picture of yours for me?"
Jiang Lai met her big clear eyes and asked with a smile, "Why does Xiaobai want my portrait?"
Lu Yanbai's big eyes were flickering, and his round face had a solemn expression, "Because a family can't just have me and my father, but also my mother!"
Jiang Lai listened to her immature and soft voice, the smile on her face froze for a moment, then changed the subject and said, "There is a lot of oily smoke in the kitchen, let's go out, don't disturb Dad's cooking."
"it is good."
Half an hour later, Lu Shiyan prepared all the meals.
In the restaurant, Jiang Lai couldn't help feeling emotional when he looked at the delicious dishes on the table.
In fact, when Lu Shiyan was in Jiang's family, he was very good at cooking.
It's just that when he entered the Lu family, he almost never cooked again. He didn't expect that after so many years, his cooking skills have not deteriorated at all.
And on the table, almost every dish is her favorite.
Jiang Lai didn't know what it was like in her heart at the moment, these dishes reminded her involuntarily of the months when she lived in Taoyuan Community during her pregnancy.
At that time, Lu Shiyan bought the small courtyard next to her house, and cooked the dishes himself every day, and either had someone pretend to be a delivery guy and deliver them to her, or asked Feng Yuan to bring them to her.
In short, at that time, he cooked all kinds of dishes for her in different ways, for fear that she would starve himself.
At that time, she was indeed about to be moved by his sincerity.
If it hadn't been for the car accident that followed, maybe...
"Mom, mom, why don't you eat? Dad's cooking is delicious!"
Jiang Lai was thinking wildly, when suddenly a soft and soft milky voice came from his ears.
I saw Lu Yanbai looking up at her with a small face, with questioning and concern in his big eyes.
She smiled at the little guy and replied, "Well, it's delicious."
Lu Yanbai immediately stretched out her small arms, awkwardly picked up a piece of pork ribs from the plate, and clumsily handed it to the plate in front of her, "Mom, try it, I like the pork ribs roasted by Dad the most."
Lu Shiyan looked at his daughter gnawed on the ribs until her greasy little mouth, smiled lightly and raised her eyebrows, "Do you only like ribs?"
Probably because she has never eaten meat since she was a child. She likes all meat dishes, and every meal is full of meat.
Lu Yanbai was exposed by his father face to face, stuck out his little tongue, gnawed on the bone, and replied vaguely, "Who told Dad that your cooking is so delicious!"
Lu Shiyan spread his hands, and said in a helpless tone, "So, blame me?"
(End of this chapter)