Chapter 2721
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After Lu Xingzhi returned to the unit last time, he often talked about how handsome his son was in front of everyone and how much his son resembled him and his wife. Everyone was so curious that they asked him to take out a photo to take a look, but he couldn't do so.
Jiang Yao still remembered that Lu Xingzhi and Shao Fucheng used to be the kind of people who didn't like each other. Back when they were practicing in the mountains, they both looked like they couldn't wait to get rid of each other.
It was a little unexpected, but after that, the two of them had a good relationship in private.
Jiang Yao's first impression of Shao Fucheng was that he was unreasonable, cold, and indifferent. However, after interacting with Shao Fucheng a few more times, Jiang Yao realized that Shao Fucheng was actually a pretty good person. Seeing that Lu Xingzhi was close to him, she knew that he had a good character.
On the way back, the atmosphere in the car wasn't awkward. Although Lu Xingzhi and Shao Fucheng weren't the kind of people who would take the initiative to find a topic to chat about, the three of them still talked a lot on the way back.
The temperature in Luo City was much hotter than in the north. In the south in March this year, it was so hot that people had to take out their summer clothes to wear. The first thing Jiang Yao did when she got home was to take off the ridiculously thick jacket and quickly change the child into a set of light and comfortable clothes.
"Who helped to clean the house? I have to thank them properly. " Jiang Yao looked at the neat and tidy house and was in a particularly good mood. Other than being happy that Lu Xingzhi had arranged everything well, she was also grateful to the people who came to help clean and tidy up the house.
This was the first time the child came to the army after he was born. After Jiang Yao changed the child's clothes, Lu Xingzhi immediately carried the child over and took him around the house.
Lu Xingzhi was really in a good mood. When he passed by a room, he would tell the child that this was the bedroom, this was the study, and so on. The child was so sleepy that his eyelids were fighting to stay open, but because he was attracted by Lu Xingzhi's voice, he slowly opened his eyes and looked around the room for a while.
"The child is still so young. He won't understand no matter how much you tell him." Seeing that the child had fallen asleep, Jiang Yao carried the child back.
"I think he understands." Lu Xingzhi stubbornly defended himself. When he saw that Jiang Yao didn't even fling him away, he said, "I'll cook some supper for you. Mom told me before she came home that you still have to breastfeed, so you have to eat well every day."
After saying that, Lu Xingzhi went straight to the kitchen. There were a lot of fresh vegetables in the kitchen fridge. He had asked the cafeteria staff to help him buy them early in the morning. He knew that he and Jiang Yao would definitely return home very late, so he had planned to cook supper for Jiang Yao.
After putting the sleeping child on the bed in the bedroom, Jiang Yao went to the kitchen. Looking at Lu Xingzhi, who was wearing an apron and cooking noodles, she really had the illusion that she was following him in the army.
"There really is everything at home." Jiang Yao walked over and stood behind Lu Xingzhi, hugging his waist. "Thank you, Xingzhi."
"You're touched by such a small thing?" Lu Xingzhi took the spatula and poured the fried egg back into the pot. "If you really want to thank me, then do something practical."
"The way you ask for kisses is getting more and more tactful." Jiang Yao blinked and said with a smile.
Lu Xingzhi closed the lid of the pot and turned around. He looked down at Jiang Yao, who was smiling brightly. He bent down and whispered in her ear, "Who told you that I'm asking for kisses?"
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