Mr. Lu, the World’s Sweetest Man

The child sleeps lightly and wakes up early in the morning. It is cold tomorrow and night to get her to get more sleep.

However, the child wakes up for a while. At this age, it is when sleep is needed. He sleeps for almost 20 hours a day.

Rui Rui pulled at Lin Motong's clothes: "Tongtong, I still want to eat steamed egg custard with meat foam. You made it delicious last night."

Lin Motong's eyebrows curled up: "If you like, eat this morning too."

"Well, I like it. I ate a big bowl last night." When Rui Rui laughed, her expression was brighter than before.

"I'm going to do it now." Lin Motong was anxious that Ruirui's body would become stronger quickly, as long as he was willing to eat, she was not afraid of hard work at all.

Ming Ye Leng frowned slightly: "Let Aunt Qin sit, you have only given birth to a child for a few days."

"It's okay, I can use hot water. Besides, I always wear thick gloves. Aunt Qin also helps me, so I don't need to trouble me to do too much." Lin Motong smiled, "How about we this morning? The whole family will eat this, right?"

"Yes." Mingye nodded coldly, and reached out to carry the child back.

Lin Motong went to the kitchen. Aunt Qin knew she couldn't help her. She wouldn't go out anyway, so she said, "I'll help you. You must never touch cold water or cold things."

"Well," Lin Motong nodded, "Then Aunt Qin, help me defrost the pork foam and beat the eggs. I'll do other things."

Aunt Qin looked at her with a smile: "Young lady, you shouldn't have done these things."

"Aunt Qin, why do you call me like that?" Lin Motong said grotesquely, "In Ming's family, you have always taken care of me the most. You also know that my young lady has a bad name. A better choice, I'm just drenched in the light of a child... Don't call me that."

Aunt Qin smiled and said, "Don't say that, because the young master's heart for you can be seen by everyone."

Lin Motong smiled, but didn't take it seriously.

Soon, the minced meat custard is steamed, the minced meat is delicate and creamy. After being specially fried for seven years, it is steamed in the tuned egg liquid. After finishing, the fragrance of the minced meat is concentrated with that of the custard. Together, the taste is light and fragrant, and it is easy to digest. It is most suitable for Yueyue and Ruirui.

Lin Motong steamed several bowls, and with Aunt Qin's help, made fennel pancakes. When they were served, Yueyue and Rui Rui's saliva was about to flow out.

Especially Rui Rui, in the past few years, he has been suppressed and insulated from all the food.

Now Lin Motong cooked something delicious for him in a different way, and he was even more so greedy that he stretched out his hand to grab the pancake.

Ming Ye Leng said in a low voice: "Wash your hands, then come to eat."

Yueyue and Ruirui had to endure saliva and wash their hands first. Lin Motong smiled and said, "This bowl of custard without onions is yours."

Ming Ye Leng handed the child to the servant, and then brought it over. He smelled a mouth-watering smell. Although he had always been calm, he couldn't help being a little eager to try.

When everyone started together, Rui Rui took a bite, as if the sun was blooming on her face, and then ate all the bowl in a few consecutive bites.

"Eat slowly, there's more." Lin Motong was very gentle.

Compared to her gentleness, Mingye is much more serious: "Chew slowly."