Chapter 8

"Father, if it's all right, I'll go back first." She held back her smile and said calmly.

Sure enough, seeing that she was going back, Lu Hetian rubbed his palms and said depressedly, "I heard that you made ravioli for your brother this morning?"

Lu Liangwei didn't wonder how he knew, seeing his unnatural expression, he knew what was going on, but he deliberately pretended not to see it, just blinked and looked at him innocently, "Yeah, what's wrong? "

Lu Hetian wanted to say, why didn't he?

Lu Hetian would not admit that he was jealous of his son.

He put one hand behind him, straightened his chest, and his face was a little stinky, "It's nothing."

A hint of slyness flashed in Lu Liang's beautiful eyes, he sighed deliberately, and said dejectedly, "I originally made one for daddy, but thinking that daddy's breakfast is handled by Concubine Zheng, I didn't dare to send the wontons. In the past. After all, my daughter's cooking skills are poor, and I dare not compare with Aunt Zheng's cooking skills. My father is used to eating meals made by Aunt Zheng, and I'm afraid he won't be used to what I make."

Lu Hetian's expression became a little uncomfortable.

To be honest, Concubine Zheng's cooking skills are really good. It's hard for her to get up early every day to make breakfast for herself every day for more than ten years. For this purpose, even if he doesn't have her in his heart, he can't hate her.

He changed the subject and said, "What about the wontons?"

Lu Liang saw his unnatural look in his eyes.

I sneered in my heart.

Ling's status in Lu Hetian's heart is so detached, after all, it has been many years since she passed away, and with other beauties by her side, how much time does Lu Hetian have to think of her?

It is true that Mrs. Zheng would get up early every day to give Lu Hetian breakfast, but Mrs. Zheng's cooking skills were actually average. She was just pretending, and the cook for Lu Hetian was a chef she hired heavily.

Zheng Shi knew very well that if you want to capture a man's heart, you must first capture his stomach.

It's a pity that the Zheng family is used to being pampered and has no talent in cooking. After learning it a few times, it didn't work, so he gave up.

The cook made it every day, and then she lied that she made it by herself and sent it to Lu Hetian.

Because of Zheng's intentions, Lu Hetian has always been very kind to her.

Although she didn't get upright, Concubine Zheng's status was not low in the Duke's Mansion, and Lu Hetian also let her take charge of everything in the Duke's Mansion.

"It's a reward to Zhuyu." Thinking of this, the smile on Lu Liangwei's face faded. Seeing that Lu Hetian's face was dark, he added calmly, "What a pity to throw it away, Zhuyu just thinks the wontons I made are delicious. , and gave her something to eat."

Lu Hetian looked at Zhuyu behind her with a heavy gaze.

Zhuyu immediately felt a chill in her neck, but she didn't understand why. Hearing what the lady said, she subconsciously agreed, "The wontons made by the lady are delicious."

The voice just fell, and Zhuyu felt that not only the neck was cold, but the whole person couldn't help shivering.

The prince's eyes are so scary.

Lu Liang glanced at the upright girl and almost couldn't help laughing.

"Father, I have to go back to read the medical book, so I won't accompany you anymore, you're good to go!" After she finished speaking, she waved at him, took Zhuyu and ran away.

Lu Hetian was a little annoyed and a little lost at the same time.

The daughter could think of that stinky boy Lu Tingchen, but left him as an old man in the cold.

He heard someone say that in the morning, Wei Wei not only made Lu Tingchen a bowl of wontons, but the two brothers and sisters also had breakfast together.

Thinking of such a warm picture, Lu Hetian was very heartbroken.