Jian Qing suggested, "Why go to the zoo? You just go to have a meal after seeing the little animals."

She glanced at the time, at 4:30 p.m., and asked casually: "What did you eat for lunch? Are you hungry now?"

Mianmian thought about it and turned her fingers to her inflexible fingers, "I ate the rice made by Aunt Qin, including braised pork ribs, pumpkin cakes, and green vegetables and tofu soup."

The man leaning on the sofa made no sound.

Until Jian Qing heard that he had not replied for a long time, she felt strange and looked up at him and asked with her eyes.

Lu Huaiyu said lightly: "Forgot."

He was too busy with work, so after seeing the patient in the morning, he went home to pick up Mianmian and then sent Shen Juan's child. He really forgot whether he had eaten halfway through.

Jian Qing frowned, "You can still forget the meal you just ate. Have you not eaten well?"

I remembered that Lu Huaiyu woke up from stomach pain in the middle of the night because he didn't eat at night. He couldn't help but talk a few more words, "You always don't eat like this, so your stomach will be bad."

The little girl's voice was soft and glutinous, carrying a little coquettishness.

It seemed a little unhappy, and he was angry that he didn't care about his body.

“…”

The first time I was scolded like this, Lu Huaiyu raised his eyebrows, but he did not reject it, but had a little enjoyment.

He honestly replied, "Maybe."

"I was wrong." Before Jian Qing looked at him dissatisfiedly, the man immediately admitted his mistake.

Seeing that he had a good attitude, Jian Qing stopped talking. He rubbed Mimian's little head and asked softly: "Dad didn't eat at noon. We don't go to the zoo, so we just went to the restaurant to have dinner with him?"

Mianmian rolled up the booklet in her hand. Although she looked reluctant in her eyes, she nodded and responded glutinously.

After the little guy made the decision, he became happy again and giggled and laughed at Lu Huaiyu, "Dad is not good, Mianmian is good."

Lu Huaiyu smiled, didn't bother with her, and added lightly, "Sister is also good."

I know he cares.

The Japanese restaurant is a tatami-style dining environment, with a short dark wooden table, and three people sitting cross-legged.

Mianmian had an extra cushion under her seat so that her hands could reach the table.

The dishes in the restaurant are fixed, with beautiful brush writing in Chinese and Japanese.

The taste of Japanese dishes is light, and basically retains the taste of the ingredients themselves, and there is no other flavor.

Even southerners who have a light taste like Jian Qing don’t think it tastes good.

Mianmian is usually not very picky about food, and she also curled her lips and stopped eating for two bites.

However, Lu Huaiyu was not picky about the food at all, and ate every dish slowly.

After eating, I still have to look at Jian Qing, as if I was showing that he was very obedient and was having a meal.

Fortunately, the freshly squeezed juice in the restaurant was delicious, so the little guy drank several glasses.

When she finished the last dish, she couldn't sit still, pulled Jian Qing's clothes and whispered: "Sister, I want to go to the bathroom."

Jian Qing put down her chopsticks and led the child to the bathroom.

The environment in the restaurant was very quiet, and basically no one spoke. When I arrived at the bathroom, Mianmian had been holding it in for a long time and couldn't help but say it, "The food in this restaurant is not delicious at all, it's not as delicious as the food you cooked by sister."

Jian Qing smiled and said, "Then my sister will cook for you next time."

After sleeping in the toilet, I stood on tiptoe and washed my hands carefully in the children's sink.

Her eyes lit up, and then she seemed to think of something, and finally shook her head, "No."

"Dad said that my sister's hands are for drawing and she cannot cook."

Mianmian rubbed the soap in her little hand, sighed, and complained dissatisfiedly, "Although my father is learning to cook with Aunt Qin, everything except cooking noodles is fine, it's hard to eat!"

“…”

Jian Qing blinked her bright and ignorant eyes, and was stunned to receive messages from one sentence at a time, suddenly stunned, not knowing how to react.
Chapter completed!