Ruan Tang was busy until three in the morning.
The light in the villa was on. Ruan Tang took a bath after entering the door. Then he went outside the Xuanhe house. The light in the house was off, but when she walked in, she heard different breathing sounds.
Ruan Tang went to the bed. Xuanhe was still pretending to sleep. She didn't intend to ask him to get up and do anything. She just tucked in the quilt and whispered good night.
As soon as she closed the door, Xuanhe opened his eyes.
He stared at the direction of the door for a while. His eyes were a little hot. More importantly, his heart beat so fast that he even doubted whether he was ill again.
After "good night" for a long time, Xuanhe said so.
The next day, Ruan Tang got up very late. When he went downstairs, he found that there was a smell of rice in the restaurant and something moving in the kitchen.
"What are you doing?"
When she came to the door, Xuanhe sat in a chair and commanded. Wu Yueming, who was hard pressed and loveless, was still complaining.
"Crane God, you'd better make sure. Ask me to cook for the eldest lady. It's not gentle and considerate. It's murder for money!"
Wu Yueming always knows what he is not good at. He doesn't want to do it anyway.
He has money anyway.
Hearing his positioning, Ruan Tang couldn't help laughing. Then he saw that Xuanhe also smiled, but soon the corners of his mouth closed again and his eyebrows frowned, probably reflecting.
"Crane God, otherwise we'll prepare more fruits and other high-energy ones. As long as we stick to the end of the operation, the eldest lady can make food by herself. If you love the eldest lady, you shouldn't wronged her to eat what I made!" Wu Yueming, who failed for the third time, has put cooking on his blacklist.
Xuanhe didn't speak. Maybe he was really thinking about it.
He looked into the pot several times and didn't know if he wanted to try it himself, but now he can't do it because he can't use his hands.
"Well, don't do it. I'll just get a soup," said Ruan Tang.
As soon as she made a sound, Xuanhe looked a little annoyed, but Wu Yueming had a sense of happiness that was finally liberated. "Miss, it's not that I don't care about you, nor that I don't listen to the crane God. It's really something made by my craft that can't be called cooking. I'm afraid I'll spoil your stomach."
Surgery is so important. If there is something wrong with the first hand, the crane God will be dangerous.
Ruan Tang didn't bother to pay attention to him, but let Xuanhe be concerned, "go out and wait first. It'll be fine soon."
Xuanhe didn't move. "I want to see you do it."
Ruan Downton understood, "Oh, want to learn to cook for me?"
Xuanhe did not hesitate and nodded slightly.
No one else has that chance.
Wu Yueming: "
He shouldn't be here!
Slip!
"OK, I'll wait," said Ruan Tang.
She only made a soup. Xuanhe had to have an operation and couldn't eat, so he sat and watched her eat.
Wu Yueming said he was very armed. "Miss, I'm also helping. Why doesn't the soup have my share?"
Ruan Tang raised his eyelids and motioned him to look at the trash can. "It's shameful to waste food. This is your punishment for wasting food."
Wu Yueming: "... Miss, it's not fair to me."
It's not what he wants to waste!
The crane God ordered him to do it. If you want to punish him, you should also punish the crane God, shouldn't you?
"Why should I give you justice?" said Ruan Tang. Wu Yueming shut his mouth.
ok
He knows, he doesn't deserve it!