After rejecting my celebrity husband

Chapter 841: Chapter 845: Feeling sorry for me?

Leng Zimo raised his hand to support Luo Xiaoqian’s shoulder, pushed her to sit by the dining table, took a napkin and placed it on her lap, then opened the thermos box, taking out the steaming hot wonton soup, and served a bowl to her.

”I made it myself.”

In the bowl, the beautifully wrapped wontons had a faint fresh aroma, the taste of chicken broth.

This was her favorite breakfast, chicken broth wonton soup.

There was no cilantro inside, neither he nor she liked it.

Later, she tried to make it many times, but she could never replicate the taste he made.

Reaching over, he placed a porcelain spoon in her bowl, raised an eyebrow, ”You don’t like it?”

”No...”

Luo Xiaoqian picked up the spoon, scooped up a spoonful of soup, and gently drank a small mouthful. The familiar taste was just like five years ago.

Her nose, involuntarily, started to feel sour.

Five years of being together, she could only watch him from afar. Now that he was right in front of her, she had to pretend to be polite and distant. Such emotions were nothing short of torture.

Luo Jun ran into the dining room, rushed to the table, sniffed, and immediately exclaimed, ”Wow, it smells so good, Mom, I want to eat too!”

”Okay!” Luo Xiaoqian quickly scooped a wonton, blew on it, and brought it to his mouth.

Just as the spoon was about to reach Luo Jun’s mouth, Leng Zimo suddenly reached over and grabbed Luo Xiaoqian’s spoon.

Mother and son turned their faces at the same time, both with confused looks in their eyes.

Leng Zimo looked at the little guy, his face stern, ”Today, Uncle can forgive you once, but if you keep sleeping in Tomorrow, you won’t get breakfast anymore!”

The little guy stared at his face, nodded, ”I promise, Tomorrow I won’t sleep in.”

Leng Zimo extended his hand to him, ”Be a man...”

”Keep your word!” The little guy immediately slapped his small hand into his, then looked greedily at the wonton in Luo Xiaoqian’s spoon, ”Can I eat now?”

Leng Zimo opened his mouth and swallowed the wonton from the spoon, then pushed the bowl in front of him to the table beside him, ”Eat it yourself.”

”Okay!” The little guy immediately sat in the chair, picked up the spoon, and scooped up a wonton.

Luo Xiaoqian, after all, still cared for her son, and quickly reminded him, ”Be careful, it’s hot...”

”I know.” Saying this, he puffed up his small mouth to blow on it, and even stuck out his little tongue to test it, finally putting it in his mouth, chewing, and immediately exclaiming, ”It’s delicious, even better than what Mom makes.”

Just then, John also walked over, and Leng Zimo directly pushed the thermos box in front of him, ”This is yours!”

”Wow, thanks.” John sniffed, gave him a thumbs up.

Luo Xiaoqian looked up at Leng Zimo across from her and naturally asked, ”What about you?!”

Sure enough, he noticed she hadn’t eaten?

Leng Zimo looked into her eyes from a distance and slightly curved his lips, ”I don’t want to eat.”

Luo Xiaoqian immediately frowned, ”How could that be, skipping breakfast hurts your stomach and can cause gallstones. Your stomach isn’t good, you especially can’t skip breakfast...”

Leng Zimo’s pupils slightly contracted, ”You know my stomach isn’t good?”

”Ah, yes, don’t all you successful people have irregular eating habits?” Luo Xiaoqian hurriedly covered up, then pushed the half-eaten wonton soup over to him, ”I’m full, you finish the rest.”

”But you only had three.”

”I have a small appetite.”

Leng Zimo slightly turned his face, looking at her with amusement, ”Do you feel sorry for me?”