Chapter 1518 Three People Make a Family

Luo Yibei glanced at her face indifferently, and suddenly felt much better.

In fact, whether it was him, Fang Chixia, or Little Milk Bag, they were quite similar in that they liked to insult others.

The three of them gathered together and insulted each other, and Little Milk Bag, who was less than four years old, was not to be outdone.

When the three of them were together, as long as they were not in a cold war, the atmosphere was actually very harmonious.

Luo Yibei suddenly felt that he, Fang Chixia, and a child like Little Milk Bag formed a family, and life should be wonderful, right?

At least, there was one thing he could be sure of, that is, it would not be boring!

He stared at Fang Chixia calmly, and thinking of this, he couldn't help but curl up the corners of his lips slightly.

Fang Chixia was hit by him, and she spent a lot more time preparing dinner than usual.

It was more than an hour after dinner was ready.

Fang Chixia prepared home-cooked dishes, three meat dishes, two vegetable dishes and one soup, including spicy crab, salt and pepper shrimp, steamed fish, stir-fried vegetables, tofu and seaweed soup.

It was not as fancy as the other dishes, but she felt that the appearance was pretty good.

Little Milk Bag grew up abroad. Although Pei Chengxi and Bao Bao both had oriental ancestry, he had hardly eaten such down-to-earth dishes growing up in a place like the palace.

He didn't even know how to use chopsticks very well.

Climbing onto the dining table, he stared at the dishes on the table very seriously for a while, and tasted a mouthful of tofu with a spoon like a reviewer.

The corners of his lips curled up in satisfaction, and he gave Fang Chixia a thumbs-up, "Delicious!"

He looked like he was particularly satisfied, and Fang Chixia was delighted by his appearance.

She didn't feel embarrassed at all to accept Little Milk Bag's praise, and even echoed, "Good boy, good taste!"

Luo Yibei's eyes twitched, and his eyes swept over her. He looked at her with a strange look.

Fang Chixia pretended not to see him and picked up some food for Little Milk Bag, "Baby, try this, I'll help you peel the crab shell."

"Okay." Little Milk Bag responded obediently.

He usually talks a lot, and it was the same tonight.

During the meal, she started to chatter while eating, "This is the first time Xia Xia made dinner for baby, and the first time I ate the same food as in China. Although the taste is not just a little bit worse than the chef in the palace, I still like it! Eating what Xia Xia made tastes like home."

He just said whatever he thought of. He was obviously praising, but he didn't forget to insult Fang Chixia at any time.

Fang Chixia was used to being insulted by him. She ignored his previous few words and focused on his last sentence.

The taste of home?

What does the taste of home taste like?

Can you feel it even after eating dinner?

She didn't know what kind of emotion Little Milk Bag expressed in his words, so she just laughed at his words and didn't take them too seriously.

After helping the little boy finish the food, Fang Chixia fed him and then turned her head slightly to look at the door. She then turned her eyes to Luo Yibei, who had been eating quietly from beginning to end.

She took the wine that the waiter had brought and poured a glass for each of them. She raised her glass and gently clinked it with Luo Yibei's. "Since it's already been brought here, let's not waste it."