Watching through the door gap as she ate, Leng Zimo simply smiled fondly, turned around to walk back into the dining room, and served the remaining wontons from the pot, bringing them to her table.
Luo Xiaoqian was enjoying her meal and waved her hand when she saw him walk out carrying the tray.
"No need, this is enough. You eat the rest..." she said in Chinese, pointing to the empty seat beside her, "Sit down, let’s eat together."
Leng Zimo followed her lead, sat beside her, and they ate breakfast together, but his mind was occupied with what Luo Ke had said earlier.
Luo Ke would not return until noon, perhaps today was his opportunity.
But, how should he speak to persuade Luo Xiaoqian to leave with him?
"What was the name of your restaurant?" Luo Xiaoqian asked curiously, "I don’t know why, but I feel so familiar with this taste, as if I’ve had it many times before."
"Sorry madam, I don’t understand what you are saying." Leng Zimo said apologetically in Italian, looking at her sideways.
With two maids present and guards outside the door, he couldn’t communicate with her yet.
"You... don’t understand what I’m saying?" Luo Xiaoqian asked confusedly.
Yesterday he clearly said he could understand Chinese, how come he couldn’t understand today?
Perhaps it’s too complicated and he can only understand simple things.
"Madam, he says he doesn’t understand." The maid quickly explained in English to Luo Xiaoqian, then she conveyed Luo Xiaoqian’s question to Leng Zimo, "Madam asked about the name of the restaurant where you previously worked."
Leng Zimo smiled and then used the spoon to scoop a little soup, slowly writing a few letters on the napkin—L&L!



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