Because no one was cooking at night, without Luo Tianlin asking, Xia Bohe went to the big kitchen to pick ingredients and prepare dinner.
But she had cooked him a meal before.
Women can do anything for men, but once the number of times is too high, men tend to take it for granted. Over time, there is no sense of surprise.
Xia Bohe didn't want to do that.
After thinking about it, she only fried a medium-rare eye steak for herself.
Then close the refrigerator door, turn off the gas fire, and open the takeaway app.
When Luo Tianlin smelled the fragrance coming from the first floor in the study, his frowning brows relaxed slightly, and he interrupted the business director who was reporting on the other end of the pad.
"The data is sent to my mailbox."
The business director froze for a moment, but was obviously relieved.
Luo Tianlin tapped the screen, "Incomplete report, don't show up at my meeting next time."
The director's face paled instantly.
"The meeting is over." Luo Tianlin turned off the screen, got up and left the study.
He was still wearing his daytime black shirt, except for his tie and two collar buttons.
Walking to the living room on the first floor, most of his cold expression had relaxed.
When he saw the only red wine steak at the dining table, his brows and eyes became more gentle than during the day. Looking at Xia Minhe who was coming out with a bowl of corn soup, his thin lips curled up.
Although the little girl is noisy, she has become more sensible recently.
"What about your own?" He took off the watch with one hand, "You don't have to prepare it for me alone."
Xia Bohe blinked, lowered her face properly, covering the strange smile that couldn't help but burst out on her face.
Ban Xing raised his head and weakly put the soup bowl on the table.
"Brother Luo, there is no one in private, can I call you that?"
Luo Tianlin frowned, noncommittal, but the watch he took off was in his hand, not on the table.
Xia Bohe is heartbroken.
Is listening to your husband addicted, or listening to your father addicted
"Brother Luo, this is my dinner alone," she tried her best to say this sentence as sweetly as possible, her eyelashes drooping, "I didn't understand it clearly last time, and I heard Mama Lin say that you only eat hers Craftsmanship, and meals from several private restaurants."
Luo Tianlin frowned.
Xia Bohe pursed her lips, "I learned how to cook from the Internet. The last time Big Brother Luo gave me face, I only ate it. It's hard to eat, isn't it?"
Luo Tianlin's thin lips moved, wanting to say no, but the little girl spoke faster than him.
"Today I ordered delivery for you. It's the Qiuye's private kitchen that Mama Lin said you often eat, three dishes and one soup." Xia Bohe's words were impeccable.
After finishing speaking, she sat down by herself, and moved the plate of bull's-eye meat that Luo Tianlin was staring at in front of her, "It's delivered, and I'll send it to Brother Luo's study."
Luo Tianlin's dark eyes flickered, "No delivery next time, I..."
"It's okay, it's not troublesome, now the APP is very convenient." Xia Bohe is very understanding.
There was no expression of joy or anger on Luo Tianlin's face, it was calm and unwavering.
"Okay." But after leaving only one word, he turned and went upstairs.
Ten minutes later, during the entire high-level meeting, the business director who had just escaped was scolded by him for half an hour.
When Xia Bohe received a text message from her new assistant, Lin Qi, she couldn't help laughing.
[Lin Linzi: Ma'am, the boss was in a bad mood just now, you have to be careful.]
Sure enough, if you can't get it, you will always be in commotion.
At eight o'clock in the night, Luo Tianlin, who lost his temper, heard the knock on the door.
When I opened the door, I saw a delivery tray of three dishes and one soup on the floor, and a yogurt and fruit cup with a small stick next to it.
On the urinal, the handwriting is delicate, and it looks like it was written by a little girl.
“Homemade dessert with no added sugar.”
Luo Tianlin looked at it for half the price, then the corners of his mouth twitched.
There is a cool breeze in the study.