Lu Tian Tian had drunk half a bowl of meat soup, she initially wanted to decline more, but seeing Rong Zi Chen's cautious expression, she softened and accepted the bowl, "Thank you."
Her voice was soft and tender, which mesmorized Rong Zi Chen and made his heart flutter.
"We two…" Rong Zi Chen began, but noticing Mother Lu's disapproving expression, he quickly corrected himself: "It's my duty."
"Auntie, let's go out to eat, otherwise the food will get cold."
Seeing Mother Lu still seated, Rong Zi Chen couldn't help but remind her.
"Okay." Mother Lu went to the dining room with Rong Zi Chen.
Xiao Lu was peeling shrimps. Despite being in her forties, she came across as a young woman in her speech and demeanor. Well maintained, she could pass for thirty.
"Sis, Little Rong is a fantastic cook, you should give it a try."
