Chapter 1767: Ripples in my heart

"When my aunt was here, every time we celebrated our birthday, she would cook for us personally... Now, I really miss her." Jian Si said softly.
"Don't be sad... when your birthday comes, come to the store, and I will cook for you myself, OK?" Lin Motong said with a smile.
Janes suddenly laughed: "Really?"
"Of course it is true. You know that my cooking skills are also very good." Lin Motong said, "Then say it, you will come over at that time."
"Yeah." Jian Si agreed. If Lin Motong hadn't gone back now, she would never set foot in "Lin Ruixuan" again in her life.
Lin Motong didn't go to work in the afternoon and bought desserts to go home, because Yueyue and Ruirui did not have classes this afternoon, and they were free to play.
When she goes home, she can accompany them or Lang Lang.
When Leng came back from the Ministry of Foreign Affairs tomorrow night, watching Lin Motong sitting on the carpet and assembling toys for a few children, Lang Lang was already able to sit, sitting aside and was amused by Yueyue Ruirui.
Lin Motong focused on assembling various toys for them, with gentleness between his eyebrows and eyes.
When she was there, the Ming family was like a real home. It was no longer cold and strict, with a touch of fireworks and a taste of home.
"Papa!" Seeing the cold door tomorrow night, Yueyue and Ruirui jumped up and ran to his side.
"How did you learn in the etiquette class today?" Mingye asked casually.
Lin Motong got up and poured tea for him, watching the interaction between their father and son with a smile.
Ming Ye Leng is now more and more a normal father, instead of the serious and cold elders as before. Yueyue and Ruirui are willing to tell him if they have something. The two people surrounded him and talked. Non-stop.
"Master, dinner is ready." The butler stepped forward and said.
"Wash your hands and eat." Mingye patted Yueyue Ruirui's head coldly.
He washed his hands, took Lang Lang from Lin Motong's arms, put it in the baby seat, and then took the seat.
Aunt Qin brought someone to serve the food.
Yueyue and Ruirui's eyes glowed immediately, and the food tonight smelled so good that they were a little eager to try.
Tomorrow night, he took a cold bite and turned his head and said to Lin Motong: "If you work hard, you don't have to cook yourself when you go home."
Lin Motong was surprised: "How do you know that I made these meals? Since you came back, no one has said that I made the meals."
"After eating the food you cooked for so long, can you still taste it?" Ming Ye Leng smiled softly, "What's more, you know what these two little cats look like."
Lin Motong couldn't help but smile: "Well, you're smart. Eat more..."
She served cold dishes for tomorrow night, and then said with a smile: "Actually, I am at the Lin family, and I don’t have many things every day. I naturally want to come back and accompany them when I have time. Also, cooking is my favorite As long as you love to eat, I am willing to do it forever."
She was talking while picking up dishes. It was precisely because of these words unconsciously that she was particularly moving.
Ming Ye Leng heard her last words and stretched out his hand to hold her left hand, ripples in his heart.
Lin Motong tilted her head and smiled and said, "Why don't you eat it? Hurry up and eat it while it is hot, it won't taste good when it's cold."