Seeing this posture, Lu Ziyao naturally held his nephew and stood a little aside, and made the "stage" look clear, so that it would not affect their performance.

Only then did Wen Ruoxin turn her eyes from her daughter to Lu Jingcheng.

Wen Ruoxin looked at Lu Jingcheng, curled her lips, and said softly: "Can't even the range hood take away your greasy?"

"puff."

Lu Ziyao couldn't help laughing. Seeing her father looking at her with a sad look, she quickly restrained herself and pretended not to see her, lowering her head and teasing her little nephew who was holding her in her arms.

"Is it greasy? You used to be very fond of this, but I know, you have changed." Lu Jingcheng said to his wife with grievance.

"My daughter is watching from the side, she doesn't want any old face?" Wen Ruoxin was amused by his aggrieved look and softened his heart.

"What's wrong with being by the side? My parents are so loving, are she unhappy?"

After Lu Jingcheng finished speaking, he couldn't help but look at Lu Ziyao.

Lu Ziyao has tried his best to reduce his presence, but he will still be cueed all the time. At this time, she can only nod her head like pounding garlic. Yes, right, you always say nothing wrong.

"Look, my daughter is just a caring little cotton-padded jacket, very sensible." Lu Jingcheng raised his eyebrows, was very happy, continued the wall-bumping movement just now, lowered his head and kissed his wife on the cheek, then he stepped back with satisfaction and showed off to his daughter: "Dad was handsome just now?"

"Well, if Dad, you will be handsome if you don't hold the spatula in your other hand. What a pity, that's a pity."

Lu Ziyao also seriously evaluated her father's behavior just now, with a look of regret, and even made a gesture with his hands: "A little bit, that's a little bit short."

Lu Jingcheng realized that he was still holding a spatula in his hand. No wonder his wife thought he was greasy, and the problem occurred to this prop!

Lu Jingcheng subconsciously looked at Wen Ruoxin, as if he had the intention to do it again.

"Baby, I'll wait for you outside."

Wen Ruoxin pretended not to look at Aolu Jingcheng's eyes, said to Lu Ziyao, and went to the living room first, without giving him any face.

Lu Jingcheng couldn't help but feel dejected, looking pitiful and abandoned.

"Dad, cook well!" Lu Ziyao still comforted her father: "I have been looking forward to my father's skills for a long time, I'm hungry~"

"Okay, don't worry, Dad is ready right away, you can wait outside!"

When Lu Jingcheng heard his daughter say that he was hungry, he immediately ignited his fierce fighting power and prepared to finish the remaining vegetables in one breath.

"Come on~"

Lu Ziyao made a cheerful gesture to Lu Jingcheng. The little nephew in her arms also followed suit, and tried to say this sentence in a slight voice: "Add it, cheerful, oh~"

There was a clattering sound in the kitchen. Lu Ziyao did not affect her father's performance, so she went to the living room. When she saw her mother shook her head helplessly at her: "Your father is like this, he is an old husband and wife, and he likes to make these fancy ones."

"It's not that my mother likes it, otherwise my father won't do that either." Lu Ziyao put Lu Heze on the sofa, let him play by himself, and said to her mother with a smile.

Wen Ruoxin smiled, not denying Lu Ziyao's words, and his face was sweet.
Chapter completed!