"Do you have a headache?" A breath of air blew gently behind Xia Tian's ear, and she almost hit Chengze's face when she turned around.

Chengze's healing smile reflected in Xia Tian's panicked pupils.

"Do you have a headache?" Chengze asked again, and stretched out his hand to touch her forehead, like a player trying to catch a basketball.

"It doesn't hurt." Seeing that the slender and beautiful hand was about to cover her, Xia Tian swallowed her saliva and slowly moved back. Suddenly, a faint aroma of wine mixed with the rich aroma of meat floated over, and the two of them

Together they turned to look at the kitchen.

Da Zhuang opened the lid of the pot, and the steam was pouring out.

"It should be red wine mutton, you're in for a treat." Chengze put down his hand and looked at Da Zhuang's busy back with a smile.

This red wine lamb chop is specially made by Da Zhuang for summer. The lamb chop has been cooked in a pressure cooker by the hotel chef in advance. Now you only need to add red wine and other ingredients and cook it simply.

"Try it. The lamb chops have been stewed in a pressure cooker. The taste may be worse. Lamb is hot in nature. If it doesn't taste good, eat more today. I'll cook it for you with fresh lamb chops next time. You're welcome."

Da Zhuang personally brought the red wine lamb chops to Xia Tian, ​​then wiped his hands with his apron and sat next to Zhao Fei.

Zhao Fei patted him on the shoulder and said, "Are you tired after driving for a long time?"

The two big eyes blinked hard at the same time.

"Thank you, brother." Chengze said gratefully.

Da Zhuang opened the wine and smiled at Chengze. The smile in his eyes seemed to say: "It's a small matter."

The heat in the bowl moistened Xia Tian's eyes. It had been a long time since anyone had cooked for her. All these years, she had cooked for her mother. If Li Lijuan didn't go downstairs, she would personally bring it to her on the second floor. At first,

Boiled noodles in white water, then scrambled eggs with tomatoes, shredded potatoes, tofu soup...

No matter how unpalatable the rice was, Li Lijuan never complained, and always stuffed it into her mouth like a controlled robot.

The last time I ate food cooked by Li Lijuan was in the summer during the college entrance examination. She got up early to prepare meals, but saw that the kitchen table was filled with nutritious breakfasts.

"Today's college entrance examination, eat more." Li Lijuan's head was not a mushroom that day, and she temporarily returned to normal. She took off her apron, put it on the stool, then silently picked up the bowls and chopsticks, and ate expressionlessly.

This is the first time mother and daughter have sat down to eat together after moving here.

If you don't ask me how I am studying, where do I plan to take the exam?

Although she couldn't see the color, in Xia Tian's eyes, the woman in front of her could be described as skinny. Of course, she couldn't see the white hair on Li Lijuan's temples, nor could she see the bloodshot eyes covering her eyes.

Such a rickety figure reminded Xia Tian of her elderly grandmother. In just a few years, her mother had become like this. She couldn't ask what she wanted to ask, and words like "Thank you for making breakfast for me" were also stuck in her throat.
Chapter completed!