Tell Daddy, Mommy is not a bad person

Shen Yali turned her head, smiled and glared at Xia Wan, and said angrily as she passed by: "I hate it, do you tear people down like this?"

Xia Wan pursed her lips into a smile, and also lowered her voice: "You, an expert in dark cooking, you should stop as soon as possible, and don't shoot yourself in the foot."

Shen Yali walked to the sofa, and saw Xiaoshu sitting on the sofa holding a bear bag, looking sullen.

She chuckled lightly and pinched the little girl's face: "Xia Xiaoshu, why don't you look happy? Tell your godmother quickly..."

Xia Xiaoshu glanced at her, then looked in the direction of the kitchen, suddenly serious, like a little adult: "Godmother, if you really like Uncle Lu Er, you have to show some sincerity and learn a few special dishes from my mommy... ..."

The little girl is really nothing but a blockbuster.

Shen Yali suddenly realized, opened her almond eyes, and nodded again and again: "Xiaoshu is right, right..."

Xia Xiaoshu's spiritual eyes moved, and she pulled Shen Yali's ear to her mouth, her voice lowered: "Second Uncle Lu said last time that he likes to eat sweet-scented osmanthus chicken made by my mommy, because you are my godmother. Come on, I told you..."

The little girl blinked her eyes twice.

Shen Yali kissed her on the small face: "It seems that the godmother didn't love you for nothing."

"Then what are you still doing here?"

Xia Xiaoshu raised his eyebrows, with a look of resentment: "Go and help in the kitchen."

Shen Yali said a few times, winked and smirked at her, and walked towards the kitchen.

Xia Xiaoshu also quickly dialed Lu Siting while no one took out his phone.

The phone went through, but no one answered for a long time.

And Shen Yali was kicked out of the kitchen by Xia Wan at this time, the little girl had no choice but to put away her phone resentfully, pretending that nothing happened.

In the kitchen, Xia Wan was busy with her hands and feet, and joked: "Lu Zhen, I didn't expect your knife skills to be really good. This chrysanthemum fish fillet is good enough!"

From the time she entered the kitchen until now, Lu Zhen has cooperated very tacitly.

However, the man's face was icy and cold, and he didn't say a word to her for a long time.

It feels weird.

Sure enough, her jokes were told like chickens and ducks, and Lu Zhen didn't get any response.

Oil was put in the pot and it was boiling hot, and Xia Wan started to fry the chrysanthemum fish fillets.

She lost her hand while setting down the chopsticks, and the oil splashed everywhere, burning her hand.

"what--"

Xia Wan let out a cry of pain, and took two steps back.

Lu Zhen's deep voice suddenly came from behind: "Is it hot? How is it?"

Xia Wan wiped some camellia oil on her hand, smiled slightly, and said lightly: "Oil splashed, it's not a problem, it's common for cooking."

Lu Zhen still had a sullen face, and his eagle eyes kept staring at her hand: "Why are your hands bruised?"

Feeling guilty, Xia Wan quickly turned her back and continued to fry the fish, pretending to be calm and chuckling: "I accidentally hit it, it doesn't hurt anymore."

Although she didn't look back, she could clearly feel the hot gaze from behind.

Lu Zhen's calm voice came in a low voice: "The bruises on your hands don't look like you were bumped, but more like you were pinched."

The chopsticks in Xia Wan's hand sank and almost fell into the pot.

It seems that you really can't tell such a lie in front of a doctor, it's too easy to be exposed.

Xia Wan could only smile and turn around: "Sous Chef Lu, your task in the kitchen has been completed, now you can sit and rest in the living room, just sit and wait for dinner with Yali Xiaoshu and the others."

Lu Zhen took a deep look at her back, and quietly exited the kitchen without saying a word.