"Miss Xiao, do you want me to send it there for you?"

"No, I'll deliver it myself."

"Okay, slow down."

Xiao Zi took the thermal box and went out to take a taxi.

It was raining a little crazy today, and it was still pouring down. But just when she got into the car, her coat was wet and her umbrella couldn't hold up.

She has been to Joe's before and recognizes the group building.

However, when she stood in front of Meng Chen, Meng Chen was still stunned for a moment.

"Why are you here?" Meng Chen thought she wouldn't come, so he almost asked his assistant to order a meal for him.

There was a mountain of documents on the table, and all the fatigue on Meng Chen's face was wiped away when he saw her.

"I'm afraid you'll starve to death."

Xiao Zi opened the thermos box and placed the dishes on the table in the compartment.

Meng Chen walked over and took a look. They were all his favorite dishes.

His taste had not changed much since childhood, but he didn't expect that she would still remember it after so many years.

"Which one did you make with your own hands?" Meng Chen smoothed up the sleeves of his sweater.

"you guess."

"No need to guess, whichever one tastes the worst is definitely the one you made."

Xiao Zi immediately became furious and pushed him away: "Then don't eat it, don't eat anything. I'm telling you, I made them all, so they all taste terrible."

Meng Chen suppressed her hand, clasped her wrist, brought her into his arms, and did not let her move.

"Have you eaten?" His deep voice sounded in her ears, magnetic and warm.

"Didn't you see that I brought two portions of rice?"

"Oh, let's eat together."

Meng Chen couldn't remember how long it had been since he had dinner alone with Xiao Zi. It seemed like it was last year in London.

That period of time was probably the most satisfying period for him.

The time we spend together may become less and less.

"Let go." Xiao Zi glanced at him indifferently, and his hand was still around her waist.

"Sit next to me? Can you?"

"Can you say no?"

"Whatever you want is fine." Meng Chen's tone was a little helpless, but in the helplessness was deep doting.

He really let go of his hand obediently.

Xiao Zi didn't resist him, lowered her head and brought him rice and chopsticks, and sat side by side on the sofa with him.

It was raining outside, but it was rare and quiet and warm indoors.

Meng Chen took a bite of the food she cooked and found that it tasted pretty good. Compared with the previous Xiao Zi who didn't know anything, she had improved a lot.

Xiao Zi just lowered her head and ate silently without speaking to him.

She looked particularly serious when eating, with her hair hanging down and her eyes calm.

Sometimes, Meng Chen would turn his head, just in time to see her delicate profile, rosy with a hint of indifferent tranquility.

He knew that she had always had no desires or ambitions, and even if she went to romantic places, she could not hide the simplicity of her heart.

Meng Chen didn't know how many more times he would be together at such a close distance.

He reached out his hand and pushed her hanging hair behind her ears.

This way, you can see her appearance more clearly.

Xiao Zi tilted her head and met his gaze.

Her hands holding bamboo shoots paused: "Look what I'm doing, not eating? Or do you think I taste better than rice?"

"I don't know if you have good food." Meng Chen caught her ambiguous words with a deep light in his eyes and his throat moved slightly.

"Senior Brother Meng, women are all about the same. They are definitely not as delicious as rice. Don't you know..."

Xiao Zi lowered her head calmly and continued to eat.
Chapter completed!