Doting Your Wife to Heaven: The Return of the Rich Family

Leng's mother's eye sockets were hot for a while, she couldn't bear it anymore and stood up, and brought her the bowl she had. "Don't compete with Ah Rui, take it, this bowl is for you to eat."

This silly boy is so stupid that it makes people feel distressed.

Qingting shook her head, smiling cutely.

"I don't want it. Mommy, you've been busy for a long time. You can eat."

Leng's mother's nose is sore, she has a filial daughter-in-law, she feels really happy.

"I'm just kidding, there's still some in the pot, how can a bowl of Ah Rui be enough? Ah Rui, go to the kitchen and bring all the noodle soup."

With a smile on Qi Rui's face, his eyebrows were full of sweetness, he hurried into the kitchen, and after a while, he brought out a pot, which was full of thin noodles, and the aroma went straight to his nose.

Qingting went into the kitchen and took out an empty bowl, filled a bowl of noodle soup, poured some spicy minced meat on the noodle, and began to eat big mouthfuls.

She was really hungry, the food was delicious, her brows and eyes were full of satisfaction, her stomach warmed up a little bit, and she was indescribably comfortable.

While eating, Qi Rui looked at her, his gentle gaze stuck to her body, never leaving her for a moment.

Mother Leng looked at this and then at that, feeling very relieved.

The whole family ate hard, only hearing the sound of eating noodles, quiet and peaceful.

Looking at this scene, Leng Zongkai was filled with emotions and a wave of heat surged in his heart.

Is this the power of home?

It makes people feel warm, and people can't help but indulge in it!

After eating a bowl, Qingting was finally full. She wiped her mouth with a tissue, and her movements were as elegant as flowing water, "Thank you, Mommy, for your hard work."

All of Leng's mother's troubles disappeared with this sentence, and her brows were beaming with joy. "Is it tasty?"

Being grateful for the hard work you put in is a great joy in itself.

Qingting smiled and nodded straight, "It's very delicious, Mommy, no wonder Ah Rui never forgets your face."

When she said this, Leng's mother felt guilty. She didn't take good care of his son when he grew up so big, and the number of times he cooked noodles for him was only a handful, which was pathetic.

Qingting's eyes fell on Leng Zongkai who was eating gracefully, "Daddy, what do you think?"

Mother Leng felt inexplicably nervous.

Leng Zongkai didn't raise his head, he ate very sweet, "It's delicious."

This is already the second bowl, can it be delicious?

The noodles are very strong, very Q and tough, the soup is very delicious, with just the right amount of saltiness, which unexpectedly meets his taste.

The homely taste made him like it very much.

Leng's mother's eyes were flushed, she lowered her head to hide all expressions, "You are used to eating delicacies from mountains and seas outside, but it's not easy to swallow a bowl of home-cooked noodles."

Back then, she learned how to cook hard just to please him. She cooked a table of dishes every day and silently waited for him to come back to eat.

Warm and hot again and again, waiting obsessively, but unfortunately at dawn, he still didn't come back, and he never ate the dishes made by her own hands, not even once.

It's really sad to fall in love with a man who doesn't come home.

When she was discouraged and cold, he actually ate the noodles she made. Such an ending made her feel ridiculous.

Is this God's will?

Leng Zongkai paused while eating noodles, and looked at her deeply, "I missed a lot in the past, and now I want to make up for it as much as possible, is that okay?"

Qingting tugged at Qirui's sleeve, winked, and the two quietly withdrew.

Qi Rui stood on the stairs, looking back worriedly.

Qingting smiled slightly, it is time to give them some private space, sit down and have a good talk, maybe some things will be revealed.