Lingling wiped her hands on her apron, turned and walked out of the kitchen. When she came to the kitchen door, she saw a shadow hidden by the door. She opened her mouth, but he stopped her.
Following Ling Han's eyes, Lingling subconsciously looks back at the figure in the kitchen, who is concentrating on stewing soup. Her heart is a little clear. She lowers her head and smiles, and goes straight to the restaurant.
Ling Han came out of the shadow of the door and stepped into the kitchen.
After covering the casserole, ye Huanyan uncovers the other casserole. She is stewing taro and gathering the juice. She is tasting the salty water with a spoon. She feels a figure approaching behind her. She doesn't even look back, so she orders,
"Help me with the salt. Half a spoon is enough."
The figure behind him frowned and turned around, looking for "salt" on the console.
"Which is salt?"
A cold voice sounded in the kitchen.
This familiar voice makes ye Huanyan stunned for a moment, and her heart is in a panic. The spoon slips from her hand and falls into the bubbling pot, splashing hot soup.
"Ah..." she took her wrist and took a step back. She screamed and fell into a generous arms.
Ling Han also held a transparent spoon in her hand, which contained half a scoop of white granular seasoning. When she was hit by her back in her arms, her arms shook and she scattered half of the spoon. The marble console was full of white powder.
Ye Huanyan suddenly felt the temperature coming from her back. She was stiff and pale.
The scene was in a moment of embarrassment,
"Clumsy, just like when I was a kid." There was a faint voice overhead.
Although it was ironic, but the tone was mild, he said a little bit to resolve the embarrassment.
Ye Huanyan blushed and stood up stiff. He stepped back two steps to one side. As he went to get the spoon in the pot, he looked for a rag to wipe the soup beside the stove,
"How... How are you in the kitchen?"
But Ling Han didn't answer her. He just handed the spoon in his hand to her, "the salt you want."
Ye Huanyan was stunned. Without thinking about it, she took it over and poured it into the pot. After pouring, she felt that there was something wrong with the salt particles. She frowned and said, "where did you get it from?"
Ling Han pointed to the side console, "there."
"That's sugar..."
"..." Ling Han's face was slightly stiff, "Oh..."
The atmosphere was awkward for a few seconds,
"Well, you'd better go out. I'll be fine in a minute."
Ye Huanyan hesitated. His pestle in the kitchen always interfered with her flexibility. I'm afraid that if he stayed like this again, she would have to stew all her taros.
Ling Han went out so quietly. When he left, he looked a little annoyed.
Three dishes and one soup for dinner,
It can be seen that it's all ye Huanyan's craftsmanship.
She hasn't been cooking for a long time. The last time she was cooking, when nothing happened in the Ling family, she liked to stir up some new dishes at home. The whole family took turns to make experiments for her as a mouse.
"Lingling's hand is not very comfortable today. I came back early again, so I did it."
Ling Han takes a look at Lingling, who is busy packing in the kitchen. She doesn't feel any discomfort in her wrist.
Ye Huanyan coughed, "I'll go to Shengtang."
Looking at a table of dishes, there are meat and vegetables, he tasted it, which was the familiar taste before.
After a while, ye Huanyan comes back with a casserole and sees her face in a dilemma. Ling Han sees the heat insulation pad on the table in her eyes and pulls it to the middle of the table.
The hot casserole was on the table.
"Drink the soup while it's hot." Ye Huanyan rubbed her hands, picked up a small bowl and handed over half of the soup to Ling Hansheng.
"How does it taste?" She looked a little cautious,
"Very good."
Smell speech, ye Huan Yan's eyebrows overflow a little smile, happily sat to eat.
During the meal, Ling Han hardly talks, even when Ling Dongming and Jiang Meilan were still there. This is very similar to Ling Dongming, so every time he eats, he only hears her chattering with Jiang Meilan.
It was two years ago.
Now she's used to keeping quiet when she's eating. She doesn't talk nonsense any more.
She always thought that it was Ling Han's rule to eat without talking, so when she heard Ling Han's question, she was a little stunned.
"When did you learn to cook?"
She almost choked on a piece of celery that had just been put into her mouth.
"Primary school... Third grade."
"Why?"
Ling Han drinks a mouthful of soup and looks up at her.
"Because... Hungry..."
This answer solidified the air for a few seconds, and she finally realized that she had answered something stupid. She coughed, "my father just died at that time, and the company was taken care of by... My mother. She couldn't take care of me, so she found a nanny to take care of me. Later, when the school was on holiday, the aunt who took care of me didn't come... About two days, I can't remember how many days it was, and my mom didn't come back, but
I'm hungry. " When ye Huanyan's biological father died, she was still young and had just entered primary school. Since then, she has been taken care of by different nannies. The first time she cooked food was because the nannies didn't go to work for two days and didn't ask for leave. She was so hungry that she turned out the rice, cooked a pot of rice and ate it with soy sauce. When it comes to taking care of children, Jiang Meilan is not a careful person. After ye Huanyan's own father died, if it wasn't for the nanny, ye Huanyan often couldn't eat. Later, she learned to cook without a teacher, which was also forced by the environment. When speaking, ye Huanyan carefully looks at Ling Han's look. She vaguely felt that if she mentioned Jiang Meilan, she would make him unhappy, but after watching for a long time, it seemed that there was no change, so she was slowly relieved. Ling Han was not comfortable in his heart. He was so bored that he drank two mouthfuls of soup in a hurry. Then he put down his chopsticks and went upstairs. Ye Huanyan looked at the food that only moved a little in front of her, and was disappointed. When Lingling cleaned up the table, she looked at a table of dishes with a look of pity on her face“ The young master may have a bad appetite today. " She comforted, "Miss ye, your craft is still very good." This kind of consolation is not comfort to ye Huanyan. Instead, it makes her feel more and more uncomfortable. Linghan doesn't have a bad appetite. It's just because he sees her and what she does that he has a bad appetite“ Lingling, you don't need to buy the materials that I told you before. You'd better cook in the future. " Ye Huanyan gave a bitter smile and went upstairs. Just before entering the bathroom, the mobile phone rang. It was su Nianhua. After the annual meeting two years ago, in addition to the Spring Festival when the mass message blessing, did not contact. On the other end of the phone, Su Nianhua's voice is still warm, like a glass of water, asking her to have dinner together tomorrow“ Let's have dinner tomorrow. I have something for you“ I'm following the endorsement of Sheng Enron and noble these two days. I'm afraid I don't have time. I'll make an appointment later. "“ My mother made cookies and asked me to bring them to you. They can't last long. "“ Your mother? " Ye Huanyan was stunned. This novel has been translated by www.novelhall.com and if you are reading this somewhere, they have stolen our translation.