Not long after returning to Xicheng, Nezha was going to the capital to participate in the competition.

The night before he left, Yan Xi pulled Luo Junheng over to help him pack his luggage. Nezha was very happy. Yan Xi helped him fold his clothes, and Nezha put the toiletries in. Luo Junheng sat down with his legs folded.

I picked up a book by Nezha and read it on the sofa.

Yan Xi folded the clothes and said, "We agreed to come over and help Nezha pack his luggage. Are you just going to watch from the side?"

Luo Junheng raised his head from the book and said, "It's just this little thing. How can I help? He is such an old man, not a child."

"This is called a sense of ritual."

Nezha winked at Yan Xi, "My uncle doesn't understand."

Yan Xi said: "He is quite romantic sometimes, from time to time."

"It's quite romantic when I'm with you, but the romantic valve for me is shut shut. It's so tight that I can't even turn it." Nezha shook his head helplessly.

Yan Xi smiled softly.

Luo Junheng listened to the two people talking about him happily, but he was also speechless. He turned a page of the book and said, "You guys are talking about people in person, is that okay?"

"It's better than talking about people behind their backs," Yan Xi said.

Nezha nodded: "That's right."

Luo Junheng raised his head, and Nezha immediately said: "I still have a toothbrush that I forgot to take!"

Yan Xi smiled when he saw Nezha running away with his head in his arms.

Luo Junheng shook his head, "Just spoil him."

Early the next morning, Nezha got up and went upstairs. Just as he was preparing to make breakfast, he saw Luo Junheng busy in the kitchen. He couldn't help but rub his eyes, "Uncle, is there something wrong with my eyes?"

He walked over and said with a smile: "Are you making breakfast for me?"

Luo Junheng put the two boxes of baked rice with the ingredients into the oven and said, "I made them for the kid."

Nezha grinned, "I understand, I am that little devil."

The kid is so difficult to deal with.

Luo Junheng looked at the smile on his face and flicked his forehead with his finger, "Wash your hands and eat."

"okay."

Nezha went over to wash his hands and asked, "Where is my aunt?"

"I'm putting on makeup."

Luo Junheng took out the milk from the refrigerator and heated it up. After practicing his cooking skills for so long, he was still very comfortable making a simple breakfast.

Nezha raised his head and asked, "Auntie, are you going to see me off today too?"

"Yeah." Luo Junheng said: "Last night I was clamoring to go together to deliver it."

Nezha sighed: "Mobilize troops and mobilize the masses!"

"You get a bargain but still behave well."

Luo Junheng lightly kicked Nezha on the butt, and Nezha chuckled.

Yan Xi happened to come out of the room, put on makeup, and changed into a lavender dress. Her whole person was indescribably elegant and gentle. As soon as she appeared, Luo Junheng and Nezha fixed their eyes on her.

When Yan Xi saw their eyes, she spun in unison, and her skirt suddenly stirred up waves, like a beautiful butterfly dancing.

"How's it going? Does it look good?"

Yan Xi flipped up her long ink-like hair very naturally.

Luo Junheng said: "The country and the city will fall."

Nezha said: "The country is beautiful and fragrant."

Luo Junheng: "My fair lady."

Nezha: "As beautiful as a flower."

Luo Junheng: "Qionghua Jade Beauty."

Nezha: "Human face with peach blossoms."

"..."

Luo Junheng's idiom library has bottomed out.

Yan Xi was so confused by these four-character words that she couldn't help but laugh: "Are you competing in idioms? Show off your Chinese proficiency?"

"I don't have to show off." Nezha said, "I am born with my mother tongue."

"I want to show off."

Luo Junheng said: "Anyway, my Chinese must be better than Yan Yuan's."
Chapter completed!