private marriage

On the table.

The father and son sat facing each other, and there was a sound of ding ding dong dong in the kitchen.

Ling Shaocheng put one hand on the table and raised his chin lightly, "I want to ask you, is your mother's cooking delicious?"

"My mother is the most powerful person in the world. She is good at craftsmanship, even better than a chef."

Ling Shaocheng was a little stunned. When she was by his side, she really didn't touch the spring water with her ten fingers, and she didn't know anything. Even the next wonton and dumpling had a servant to help.

However, it took five years to hone such a craft.

Ling Nuanqing was very busy inside, cooking a delicious meal for Lingling was suggested by herself, Ling Shaocheng simply dismissed the servant.

The man took out his mobile phone to check the time, it was almost twelve o'clock.

"Are you ready?" He urged impatiently.

Ling Nuanqing heard the voice coming from inside, poked her head out, "What's wrong?"

"What time is it? I have to go to the company after dinner."

"I didn't prepare your quantity, I made it for Lingling."

Ling Shaocheng's eyebrows turned cold, "Then you get out for me."

Ling Nuanqing fried several dishes, stewed a soup, and made a large plate of spaghetti for Ling Ling.

She took out the bowls and chopsticks, and excitedly took a bite of vegetables and put them in her mouth.

"Where's my meal?" Ling Shaocheng asked.

"I didn't cook." Ling Nuanqing handed him a set of bowls and chopsticks, "Lingling has pasta, I'm not very hungry, just order something."

Seeing that Ling Shaocheng's face changed again, just like the weather in June, Ling Ling pushed the plate of vegetables to Ling Shaocheng's hand. "Eat more food, it can also fill your stomach."

Ling Shaocheng thought to himself, as expected of his own birth, although they are not considered close, but it is natural for father and son to love each other.

"Lingling, you can't just eat meat, you have to eat more vegetables." Ling Nuanqing pushed another plate of broccoli past.

"Okay, thank you mom."

The little boy is very well-behaved, and Ling Shaocheng likes it more and more. He put some green vegetables in his mouth, this... probably no salt, right?Or is the salt thrown into the other half of the plate and not mixed well?
Ling Shaocheng frowned, and Lingting pushed the broccoli towards his hand.

"You eat it yourself, why push it to me?"

Lingling blinked her innocent and clean eyes, and put the broccoli into Ling Shaocheng's bowl with the pair of small chopsticks specially prepared for him.

Taking advantage of Ling Nuanqing's return to the kitchen, he leaned over to Ling Shaocheng, "Have you ever eaten my mother's food?"

In a word, Ling Shaocheng was knocked out.

"If you like to eat, maybe my mother will often come to help us cook in the future."

Ling Shaocheng stared at the several vegetables in the bowl that were getting more and more full, and was still immersed in some kind of emotion that he couldn't extricate himself from. "She made it for you."

"She must have said that, just listen to it."

Lingling was almost leaning against Ling Shaocheng, looking at this small face, a softness in his heart was touched. "Do you want Dad and Mom to spend more time together?"

"Girls like to be coaxed..." After listening to the words, she saw Ling Nuanqing coming out of it.

He pushed Ling Shaocheng's wrist, and quickly sat upright in his seat, "Mom, I ate a lot of vegetables, can I eat meat now?"

"can."

and many more……

Ling Shaocheng felt that something was wrong, and Lingling had been talking to him just now, and even took the initiative to make friends with him, when did you eat vegetables?

Ling Nuanqing brought him a small bowl of soup, which was filled with spare ribs, and Ling Ling wanted to move her face closer.

"Mom, he said that the dishes you made are so delicious that he wants to eat them all."

Ling Shaocheng was stuffing a mouthful of broccoli into his mouth, but even if he swallowed it, he couldn't taste it.

Pooh.

What is comparable to a chef's craftsmanship, that is, boil it in clean water without salt?
That was really not tasty.

He sort of understood that the kid was a ghost, and suddenly he was nice to him for another purpose.

Ling Shaocheng put down his chopsticks, "I'll ask Mingyue to contact the hotel and ask someone to deliver some food."

"Do you think my mother's cooking is not delicious?" Ling Ling looked at Ling Shaocheng innocently with her standard big eyes and fair skin.

"Mom, I'm different. I like whatever you do." As she spoke, Ling Ling stuffed a large piece of ribs into her mouth. "The meat is delicious, the soup is delicious, and the pasta is even more delicious."

It doesn't matter if the soup is a bit bland, not to mention the pasta, there is a good sauce in it, so it will not be unpalatable.

He let him finish all the good things, but the worst dish went into Ling Shaocheng's bowl.

He doesn't eat!
Ling Shaocheng dropped his chopsticks and was about to go out, he opened the door, and Ming Yue was coming in from outside.

"Mr. Ling."

Ming Yue glanced behind Ling Shaocheng, and hurriedly lowered his voice, "Madam is here."

But Ni Lei couldn't enter this place, so she was stopped outside.

Ling Shaocheng turned sideways, glanced at the pair of mother and child out of the corner of his eye, he could have just walked outside and chased Ni Lei away, but Ling Shaocheng's brows were a little quiet.

"Let her come in in ten minutes."

"But Miss is here." If the two meet, the situation will be difficult to deal with.

Ling Shaocheng closed the door, went back to the dining table in a few steps, and ate half a plate of pasta there, he seemed to be full.

The man stretched out his palm, and avoided it by listening, "Don't touch me."

"I'm your father, what's wrong with touching your face?"

"Meaty."

Ling Shaocheng pulled him up, "You go upstairs to play, I will have a few words with your mother."

Ling Nuanqing's eyes fell on Ling Nuanqing's face, as if asking for her opinion, Ling Nuanqing nodded with him. "Go, close the door tightly, children are not allowed to eavesdrop on what adults say."

"it is good."

Ling Ling obediently went upstairs, Ling Nuanqing sat in the old seat she used to sit in, "Have you found a school for him yet?"

"You don't need to worry about this kind of thing."

Ling Nuanqing clenched the chopsticks in her hand, "My son, I also have a share..."

While the two were talking, there was a sound at the door, Ming Yue pushed the door open for Ni Lei, and a tall woman stepped on a pair of hats to walk in.

"Ling—"

When she saw Ling Shaocheng, she also saw Ling Nuanqing.

For so many years, this is the first time Ling Shaocheng has let her into the Four Seasons Genting.

Ni Lei's footsteps were stuck in place, the two actually had dinner together, and with that little bastard, the family of three was reunited.

"It's so lively, I didn't expect there to be guests at home."

Ling Nuan swallowed hard in her throat, this used to be her home, now that Four Seasons Genting has its owner, she is a shameful guest.

Ling Nuanqing pushed away the bowl in hand, and wanted to get up hastily, "I'm going first."

"What are you doing?" Ling Shaocheng said displeasedly, and stepped on Ling Nuanqing's instep under the table, "Did I let you go?"

It's just Ni Lei, so let her face it with shame?
Did she forget that she sold herself for 5000 yuan?

The more embarrassed she felt, the more Ling Shaocheng wanted to recall memories for her.