Meng Qiluo couldn't see what grandpa was thinking, so he quickly opened his voice and shouted.

Meng Xingtian's attention was indeed attracted by success.

It is rare for a granddaughter to show off her skills today. No matter what taste it makes, he must support her.

At this time, Meng Qiluo had already walked to the table and carefully placed the flat plate down.

The moment she lifted the lid, the seductive fragrance rushed out and swept across the living room.

As for the barbecue beef slices placed inside, it makes people's index fingers tremble.

Meng Xingtian widened his eyes and asked in disbelief: "Qi Luo, did you do this?"

Meng Qiluo nodded and said with a smile: "Of course, and I did it all by myself from beginning to end."

While speaking, Butler Zhong had already come over, plated the food one by one, and then handed it to everyone.

After the beef slices were in the mouth, Meng Xingtian immediately looked at each other and shouted in praise: "It tastes great! It's definitely not worse than the chef!"

He really underestimated this girl and had inadvertently developed such a good cooking skill.

But what puzzled him was that when did she learn this skill?

Just when Meng Xingtian was secretly confused, Meng Qiluo had already sat next to Rong Jun, approached him slightly, and asked in a voice that could only be heard from each other: "Sir Rong, are you still satisfied?"

Rong Jun put down his chopsticks and looked at Meng Qiluo, with his lips slightly raised: "How come I'm not satisfied with what you made by yourself?"

Meng Qiluo glanced at him. Although the guy's tone sounded a bit strange, she didn't care if he had already agreed.

Just as she wanted to ask about Wen Ran, Rong Jun suddenly spread his hands at her and said softly: "By the way, give me your phone."

Meng Qiluo didn't understand what he wanted to do, but she took out her cell phone and handed it over.

Then Rong Jun pressed his phone a few times quickly, and then returned it to her.

Meng Qiluo took the phone and saw that the screen was still stuck in the address book interface. Then she saw Rong Jun's name on it.

Meng Qiluo raised her eyebrows: "Is this your mobile phone number?"

Rong Jun nodded: "That's right, it's easy to contact us if you have something to do in the future."

Meng Qiluo's heart moved: "Are you talking about Wen Ran?"

Rong Jun looked at her, then suddenly turned sideways, pressed her ear and said softly: "Is there nothing else to say between us except her?"

The warm breaths brushed across Meng Qiluo's cheek without warning, and her body trembled slightly involuntarily, and then her face darkened.

Who allowed him to get so close!

If it weren't for Meng Xingtian's presence, she would have swung her punch.

"Pay attention to the occasion! Mr. Rong." Meng Qiluo lowered her voice and gave the other party a warning look.

Rong Jun smiled, sat upright, looked around, then turned sideways again, and said in a confident tone: "Don't worry, no one pays attention to us."

Meng Qiluo also swept around his sight.

But seeing grandpa bowing his head to drink tea across the table, Butler Zhong had already retreated to the side.

Both of them were indeed very calm, as if they had seen nothing.

However, Meng Qiluo would not believe this.

She had clearly seen the corner of her grandfather's mouth that couldn't help but rise.

Well, now she suddenly regretted taking this guy home.
Chapter completed!