Jiang Hao, who was worried, heard Rong Ning\'s voice, subconsciously sighed, stood up and opened the door.

"Why are you here at this time?" Jiang Hao said and checked the time. It was too late for lunch and too early for dinner. She was really not hungry.

Jiang Hao blinked, carefully holding her lunch box and squeezed it in through the gap beside Jiang Hao, and walked towards the sofa in the living room with ease.

"I made this myself," Little Steamed Bun\'s voice was not too loud, but Jiang Li, who had just closed the door and was about to turn around, could hear it clearly.

Jiang Hao\'s hand paused on the handle, and there was a throbbing in her heart. Since her mother died, no one has bothered to cook for her anymore.

"Do you still cook?" Jiang Hao took away the bitterness in her heart, showed a slight smile, walked to Rong Ning\'s side, reached out and rubbed his hair.

Rong Ning was immersed in his own achievements, unable to extricate himself, and Jiang Hao concealed it so well that this little boy didn\'t notice Jiang Hao\'s emotions for a while.

"Mummy," Rong Ning opened the lunch box and gently pulled Jiang Li\'s hand. The latter lowered his eyes and looked at the lunch box. There were more than a dozen dumplings of various types lying in them, although they didn\'t look good. How good, but at a glance you can see how serious the dumpling maker is.

"What\'s wrong with you? Mommy," Rong Ning looked at Jiang Hao and just stared at the lunch box without saying a word, thinking that she didn\'t like the dumplings she made, so she couldn\'t help being a little nervous.

"It\'s all right," Jiang Hao recovered, sat on the sofa, and hugged Rong Ning to her.

A seemingly unintentional action made Rong Ning burst into flowers one after another with excitement. He suppressed his exclamation, but couldn\'t help but escape from his eyes with joy.

"For the sake of your hard work, I\'ll eat two." Jiang Hao\'s temperament is like this, even if he likes the person in front of him, he won\'t give him enough sweetness.

She was afraid that she would depend on this kind of good.

Little Steamed Bun nodded like a rattle, staring at Jiang Lu\'s hand that was reaching for the lunch box.

Just then, there was an untimely knock on the door.

"Jiang Hao," followed by a cold voice from outside the door, it was Rong Jing.

Hearing Rong Jing\'s voice, Xiao Baozi\'s expression became obviously tense. Seeing Jiang Hao\'s expression changed, but he was about to stand up to open the door, Xiao Baozi immediately ran towards the door, "I\'ll open the door."

"Jing," Xiao Baozi first opened the door a small crack, and poked his little head out a little, looking very upset, "What are you doing here?"

"Hmph," the man outside the door snorted coldly, slapped Xiao Baozi\'s head with a slap, pushed him aside with a slight force on his arm, and walked in with his long legs, "You made the kitchen like that, I Don\'t you know what you\'re doing?"

Jiang Hao stood there watching the interaction between father and son, and couldn\'t help but jump a few times in his temples.

Rong Jing walked to Jiang Li in two or three steps, sat down with a familiar butt, glanced at the lunch box on the table, and his eyes were calm.

"Jing, you\'re here to grab Mommy from me again," Xiao Baozi stood across from Rong Jing angrily after closing the door, looked at him, and spoke almost out of his teeth, "I told you clearly What am I doing in the kitchen?"

"So what," Rong Jing spread his hands, looking at the little guy in front of him, his angular face was full of jokes.