She didn’t mind his closeness, which was good; it was already a significant step forward. He couldn’t ask too much of her; after all, her situation at that time was quite different from his. She had not only forgotten him, but everything else as well.
He didn’t know if Luo Xiaoqian would be able to remember everything again, but he wasn’t worried about it.
So what if she forgot? At most, he’d just pursue her again.
Her not rejecting him was a good start. Leng Zimo was confident he could win her over again.
Watching Leng Zimo pour the egg liquid into the sink, Luo Xiaoqian curiously asked, "Is this... unusable?"
There was a hint of apology in her tone.
Her childhood of frugality had ingrained in Luo Xiaoqian the habit of thriftiness, especially never wasting food. Even though she now had a considerable fortune, she was still her same self.
Pouring it out like this felt like a bit of a pity.
Leng Zimo glanced at her sideways, smiled indulgently, then retrieved the tilted bowl, sifted in flour, carefully mixed it, poured it into the Cake mold, and placed it in the oven.
Seeing him reuse what was initially going to be discarded warmed Luo Xiaoqian’s heart.
This man seemed to understand her thoughts without her needing to say much.
The feeling was truly subtle.
By this time, Leng Zimo had already gotten new eggs, cracked them, removed impurities, added powdered sugar, and handed her the beater once again.
He didn’t say anything, just smiled at her. His smile contained indulgent spoiling and encouragement, as if saying that it was okay to try again, that she could do it.
She understood his gaze, smiled, and took the beater, mimicking his actions. She dipped it into the egg liquid and turned on the switch.
The beater whirred, quickly breaking the eggs into frothy liquid, gradually changing color.


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