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"Right." Zhong Luozheng's arms tightened around Xia Xiaomin.

It was unknown how much time had passed. Xia Xiaomin was so tired that she almost couldn't stand up. However, she couldn't bear to call Zhong Luochen. She could only stand there.

Zhong Luochen also felt it. She slowly opened her eyes and let go of Xia Xiaomin.

"Continue." With that, he left the kitchen with a faint smile.

Xia Xiaomin was baffled by his actions, but when she thought of her noodles, she gave up on paying any attention to Zhong Luzhang.

After all, food was more amiable and cute!

Zhong Luozhan left the kitchen and lay down on the sofa in the living room.

He suddenly thought of his own childhood when he heard Xia Xiaomin's smooth recitation.

Grandfather really likes Chinese culture, or else he wouldn't hold a Chinese-style wedding in a romantic and fashionable city like France, where there was no telling whether he was joking or not.

All of his memories of the noodles came from his grandfather. Because of his grandmother's relationship, his grandfather liked Chinese food very much, so he had been familiar with Chinese food since he was young and had a soft spot for fried noodles.

When he thought of his grandpa, Zhong Luozheng thought of his bizarre marriage with Xia Xiaomin. At that time, his grandpa showed him Xia Xiaomin's photo and ring and hastily arranged a marriage.

If not for his filial piety, Zhong Luozheng wouldn't have listened to his grandfather in matters of marriage and married a woman he didn't understand. As for Xia Xiaomin's understanding of him, there was only one name. It was an English name, William.

"It's time for dinner."

Xia Xiaomin called out to Zhong Luozhang with a cheerful voice, telling him to hurry over to eat.

When Xia Xiaomin saw Zhong Luozheng sitting at the dining table, her expression softened. She couldn't help but think that it must be her imagination!

Was it because of the light? He actually seemed a lot more amiable.

All the while, Xiao Min couldn't help but ask, "How is it?"

Zhong Luozhuang carefully chewed, a rare smile on his face as he gave a pertinent evaluation, "Delicious."

Xia Xiaomin laughed because he said it was delicious.

Looking at her satisfied smile, the corner of Zhong Luochen's mouth curved up unconsciously.

"Why aren't you eating?" Zhong Luozhan ate a few more mouthfuls, but found nothing in front of Xia Xiaomin, so he couldn't help but ask.

Zhong Luozhan ate the noodles with his head down. His eating style was very elegant. Whether it was the noodles, the noodles or the noodles, they were all like a piece of art. It was really pleasing to the eyes.

If only he could smile more, that would be even more perfect!

Seeing that Xia Xiaomin was just watching him eat, Zhong Luozhuang raised his head to meet her slightly flustered eyes. Seeing him look at her, she hurriedly lowered her head.

"Xia Xiaomin?" Zhong Luochen shouted.

"Eh?" Xia Xiaomin lowered her head and answered.

Zhong Luozhan stretched out his hand and lifted her chin, forcing her to look at him. He asked, "Xia Xiaomin, why did you keep staring at me?" fell in love with me? "

"Pfft, I don't know how to do that!" You think too much! " Xia Xiaomin said disdainfully as she looked away.

He thought Zhong Luozheng would yell angrily, but he just shook off Xia Xiaomin's chin with a little force, "Then eat it quickly." "It's not like I haven't eaten my saliva before."

Xia Xiaomin nearly vomited blood.

Zhong Luozhan continued to eat the noodles, and then said without thinking, "From now on, make me more instant noodles, right?"

His voice sounded sad. Did it remind him of something? Xia Xiaomin pursed her lips and smiled. "Alright. If you like it, I'll make it for you every day."

Zhong Luozheng didn't say anything, but lowered his head to eat his noodles.

This kind of atmosphere was really depressing. Xia Xiaomin realized that she would rather Zhong Luozheng yell at her, or else he would 'bully' her. She couldn't bear to see him like this.

"Do you know? "The choking old granny from last time also likes the soy noodles I made." Xia Xiaomin stole a glance at Zhong Luozhan and saw that although he didn't answer, he was still listening. "I don't know why that old granny was so angry, but she suddenly choked and scared me to death. Afterwards, I even stewed a bird's nest for her …"

Xia Xiaomin rattled off a whole bunch of interesting stories about what happened with the old granny. Seeing that Zhong Luozheng's expression didn't change, she exaggerated them even more.

Zhong Luochen knocked on her bowl with his chopsticks, signaling her to eat as soon as possible and not be hungry. "Let's see if you dare to be angry with this old man again!"

Seeing Zhong Luozheng finally open his mouth and scold her as usual, Xia Xiaomin felt a lot more at ease.

Curling her lips, Xia Xiaomin said, "I know." However, grandma is actually quite a nice person. Before she left, she even bought me a lot of presents. "

"It's against the hotel's rules for you to accept a customer's gift." Zhong Luochen intentionally put on a serious expression, and his tone became a bit colder.

Xia Xiaomin caught the hint of a smile in his eyes. She knew he wasn't angry, so she glared at him. "That Zhong could have fired me."

"Don't want to be a chef anymore?" Zhong Luo was no longer anxious. He knew Xia Xiaomin's dream, so he didn't need to tie her up anymore. She would naturally stay.

Xia Xiaomin clenched her fist. If Zhong Luozheng hadn't been sitting in front of her, she would have punched him.

She had said all this just to make him happy!

The living room, which had quieted down for a while, was a little awkward for the two of them. Zhong Luozhan looked at the time and said to Xia Xiaomin, "Eat quickly, aren't you hungry?"

He reminded Xia Xiaomin, who realized she hadn't eaten yet and that she was hungry, so she started to eat.

"The best form of filial piety is companionship. I've been thinking about how to make our hotel feel at home and make some of the seniors happy. "

Xia Xiaomin didn't know how to respond to this senseless sentence. She was feeling embarrassed when Zhong Luochen continued, "In this society, how many people have patience with their grandparents?"

Just like him, not even his grandmother's simple wish could be fulfilled. Thinking of this, Zhong Luozhan took a glance at Xia Xiaomin, who was eating her noodles with her head down.

Xia Xiaomin's heart skipped a beat when she heard Zhong Luozhuang's words, and she secretly took a glance at him.

She always felt that he was also very filial to his elders. Otherwise, he wouldn't be thinking of these things from the perspective of an old man.

As time passed, Xia Xiaomin finished the noodles. When Wu Bo was about to clean up the dishes and go to the kitchen to wash them, Zhong Luozhuang stopped him and took the plates without any explanation, then walked into the kitchen to wash the dishes.

"Young Master, let me do it." Wu Bo begged.

When had his young master ever done such things? If he broke a plate, it wouldn't be a big deal and his young master would get hurt.

Zhong Luozheng refused to give up, holding onto the plate.

"Uncle Wu, you go rest, I'll go." Xia Xiaomin tried to dissuade Wu Bo, but she knew what Zhong Luozhuang was implying. Uncle Wu was already quite old, so he wanted to let him rest for a while.

"Miss Xia …" Uncle Wu looked at her with a troubled expression.

Xia Xiaomin smiled at him, reassuring him.

After entering the kitchen, Xia Xiaomin walked over to Zhong Luozheng and saw his slender white hands immersed in the water. For a long time, he looked like he was about to wrinkle his brow. He couldn't help but be suspicious. Did he really know how to wash dishes?

"Xia Xiaomin, get out!" Zhong Luozhan didn't even look at her as he said awkwardly.

Only then did Xia Xiaomin ignore him. She reached into the sink with both hands and was about to be pulled out by Zhong Luozhuang. Xia Xiaomin looked at him, puzzled. "What are you doing?" I'll help you wash it, or how long are you going to wash it? "

"Xia Xiaomin, are you looking down on me?" Zhong Luozhan looked proud. "There's nothing I can't do. Hurry up and get out. The more you help, the more busy you'll be. You should go and see your sponge baby."

Xia Xiaomin didn't know whether to laugh or cry. She shook her head and said to Zhong Luozhuang, "But we're not sowing the baby sponge tonight. What should we do?"

"Then not here!"

Zhong Luozhuang was finally angered. He was just washing the dishes, how could so many people not be worried?

Who is he? The dignified Zhong Luochen!

"Even if we smash the plates here, there will be new ones tomorrow. Do you guys still worry about being useless?"

Xia Xiaomin was sweating. No one could understand Master Zhong's mind!

The night was getting darker.

Inside the villa, Zhong Luozhuang finally finished washing the dishes.

As for how many plates remained, it was not a question that could be questioned in depth.

Xia Xiaomin and Wu Bo exchanged a glance, and the banging finally came to an end. Zhong Luozhan made a call to Yun Xiang and ordered more than a dozen sets of bowls.

In another high-end apartment, Lin Xiyao had just finished showering and was sitting in front of her dressing mirror to do her beauty before going to bed.

A thin mask pressed against her face, and she kept her eyes fixed on a business card on the table.

"Entertainment Starry Night" newspaper reporter, Sun Qiang.

Lin Xi Yao's fingers picked up a corner of the name card, glanced at the phone above, and dialed.

"Reporter Sun, I heard you haven't dug up any news in months, right?"