Chapter 176
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Lingling wiped her hands on her apron, turned around and walked out of the kitchen. When she walked to the kitchen door, she saw a figure hidden by the door. She opened her mouth, but he stopped her with a look in her eyes.
Following Ling Han's eyes, Lingling subconsciously looked back at the figure who was concentrating on stewing soup in the kitchen. She was a little clear in her heart, bowed her head and smiled, and went straight to the restaurant.
Ling Han came out of the shadow of the door and stepped lightly into the kitchen.
Ye Huanyan closed the lid of the casserole and opened another pot. She was stewing taro and gulping the juice. She was tasting the salt with a spoon. She felt a figure approaching behind her and didn't even return her head, so she ordered,
"Help me with the salt. Half a spoonful is enough."
The figure behind him paused slightly, frowned and turned around, looking for 'salt' on the console.
"Which is salt?"
A cold voice sounded in the kitchen.
This familiar sound stunned ye Huanyan, and his heart panicked. The spoon slipped from his hand and fell into the bubbling pot, splashing hot soup.
"Ah..." she grabbed her wrist and suddenly stepped back, screaming and falling into a generous embrace.
Ling Han also held a transparent spoon in his hand, containing half a spoon of white granular seasoning. Being hit by her back to her arms, her arm shook and sprinkled more than half a spoon. The marble console was full of white powder.
Ye Huanyan suddenly felt the temperature from her back. She was stiff and her face turned white.
The scene instantly fell into embarrassment,
"Clumsy, just like when I was a child." A faint sound came from overhead.
Although it was ironic, the tone was mild, and he said something and slightly resolved a bit of embarrassment.
Ye Huanyan blushed, stood stiff and straightened up, took two steps to one side, went to get the spoon in the pot, and looked for a rag to wipe the soup next to the stove. He asked carefully,
"How... How are you in the kitchen?"
Ling Han did not answer her, but handed the spoon in his hand to her, "the salt you want."
Ye Huanyan was stunned. Without thinking about it, he took it over and poured it into the pot. After pouring it out, he felt that there was something wrong with the particles of 'salt', frowning, "where did you get it?"
Ling Han pointed at the console on his side, "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 moment."
Ye Huanyan hesitated. His pestle in the kitchen always interfered with her flexibility. I'm afraid if he stayed like this, her pot of taro would be stewed.
Ling Han went out quietly. When he left, his face showed a look of annoyance.
Three dishes and one soup for dinner,
It can be seen that it's all ye Huanyan's craft.
She didn't cook for a long time. The last time she cooked was when there was no accident at Ling's house. She liked to stir up some novel dishes at home. The whole family took turns to experiment with her as a mouse.
"Lingling's hand is not very comfortable today. I came back early again, so I did it."
Ling Han glanced at Lingling, who was busy packing things in the kitchen, and didn't feel anything uncomfortable about her wrist.
Ye Huanyan coughed, "I'm going to serve soup."
Looking at a table of dishes, there are meat and vegetables, he tasted a mouthful, still the familiar taste before.
Not long after, ye Huanyan came back with a casserole and was embarrassed to see her face. Ling Han followed her eyes to see the heat insulation pad on the table and easily pulled it to the middle of the table.
The hot casserole was put on the table.
"Drink this soup while it's hot." Ye Huanyan rubbed his hands, picked up a small bowl and gave Ling Han more than half of the bowl of soup.
"How does it taste?" She looked a little cautious,
"Very good."
Hearing the words, ye Huanyan's eyebrows and eyes overflowed with a little smile, and he sat down to eat happily.
When eating, Ling Han hardly spoke, even when Ling Dongming and Jiang Meilan were still there before. 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 is used to keeping quiet when eating and no longer talking nonsense.
She always thought that it was Ling Han's rule not to talk at dinner, so when she heard Ling Han's question, she was a little stunned.
"When did you learn to cook?"
She almost choked on a celery just put into her mouth.
"Primary school... From the third grade."
"Why?"
Ling Han drank a mouthful of soup and looked up at her.
"Because... Hungry..."
The answer made the air freeze for a few seconds, and she finally realized what stupid words she had answered and coughed,
"My father just died at that time, and the company was handed over to... My mother took care of it. She ignored me and found a nanny to take care of me. Later, there was a school holiday, and the aunt who took care of me didn't come... About two days, I can't remember how many days it was, and my mother didn't come back, but I'm hungry."
The child has no concept of birth, old age and death. When ye Huanyan's biological father died, she was still young and just went to primary school. After that, she has been taken care of by different nannies. The first time she cooked was because the nanny didn't go to work for two days and didn't ask for leave. She was so hungry that she turned out rice by herself, cooked a pot of rice, and ate it with soy sauce.
Jiang Meilan is really not a careful person in taking care of children. After ye Huanyan's biological father died, ye Huanyan often couldn't eat without a nanny. Later, she learned to cook without a teacher, which was also forced by the environment.
When talking, ye Huanyan carefully looked at Ling Han's expression.
She vaguely felt that if she mentioned Jiang Meilan, she would make him unhappy, but after watching it for a long time, it seemed that there was no change, and then she slowly breathed a sigh of relief.
Ling Han was not comfortable in his heart, inexplicably stuffy. After listening, he drank two mouthfuls of soup in a hurry, put down his chopsticks and went upstairs.
Ye Huanyan looked at the dishes that had only moved a little in front of her, and was a little disappointed.
Lingling looked at a table of vegetables as she cleared the table, with a 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 comfort is not comfort for ye Huanyan, but makes her more uncomfortable. Ling Han doesn't have a bad appetite, just because she sees what she and she do.
"Lingling, you don't need to buy the materials you were told before. You'd better cook in the future."
Ye Huanyan smiled bitterly and went upstairs.
Just before entering the bathroom, the mobile phone rang. It was su Nianhua.
After the annual meeting before and after the Spring Festival, I didn't contact again except for the SMS blessings sent during the Spring Festival.
At the other end of the phone, Su Nianhua's voice is still warm like a glass of water, and he asked her to have dinner tomorrow.
"Let's have dinner tomorrow. I happen to have something for you."
"I'm following the endorsements of Sheng Enron and Lai Baoli 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. This can't last long."
"Your mother?" Ye Huanyan was stunned.
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Lingling wiped her hands on her apron, turned around and walked out of the kitchen. When she walked to the kitchen door, she saw a figure hidden by the door. She opened her mouth, but he stopped her with a look in her eyes.
Following Ling Han's eyes, Lingling subconsciously looked back at the figure who was concentrating on stewing soup in the kitchen. She was a little clear in her heart, bowed her head and smiled, and went straight to the restaurant.
Ling Han came out of the shadow of the door and stepped lightly into the kitchen.
Ye Huanyan closed the lid of the casserole and opened another pot. She was stewing taro and gulping the juice. She was tasting the salt with a spoon. She felt a figure approaching behind her and didn't even return her head, so she ordered,
"Help me with the salt. Half a spoonful is enough."
The figure behind him paused slightly, frowned and turned around, looking for 'salt' on the console.
"Which is salt?"
A cold voice sounded in the kitchen.
This familiar sound stunned ye Huanyan, and his heart panicked. The spoon slipped from his hand and fell into the bubbling pot, splashing hot soup.
"Ah..." she grabbed her wrist and suddenly stepped back, screaming and falling into a generous embrace.
Ling Han also held a transparent spoon in his hand, containing half a spoon of white granular seasoning. Being hit by her back to her arms, her arm shook and sprinkled more than half a spoon. The marble console was full of white powder.
Ye Huanyan suddenly felt the temperature from her back. She was stiff and her face turned white.
The scene instantly fell into embarrassment,
"Clumsy, just like when I was a child." A faint sound came from overhead.
Although it was ironic, the tone was mild, and he said something and slightly resolved a bit of embarrassment.
Ye Huanyan blushed, stood stiff and straightened up, took two steps to one side, went to get the spoon in the pot, and looked for a rag to wipe the soup next to the stove. He asked carefully,
"How... How are you in the kitchen?"
Ling Han did not answer her, but handed the spoon in his hand to her, "the salt you want."
Ye Huanyan was stunned. Without thinking about it, he took it over and poured it into the pot. After pouring it out, he felt that there was something wrong with the particles of 'salt', frowning, "where did you get it?"
Ling Han pointed at the console on his side, "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 moment."
Ye Huanyan hesitated. His pestle in the kitchen always interfered with her flexibility. I'm afraid if he stayed like this, her pot of taro would be stewed.
Ling Han went out quietly. When he left, his face showed a look of annoyance.
Three dishes and one soup for dinner,
It can be seen that it's all ye Huanyan's craft.
She didn't cook for a long time. The last time she cooked was when there was no accident at Ling's house. She liked to stir up some novel dishes at home. The whole family took turns to experiment with her as a mouse.
"Lingling's hand is not very comfortable today. I came back early again, so I did it."
Ling Han glanced at Lingling, who was busy packing things in the kitchen, and didn't feel anything uncomfortable about her wrist.
Ye Huanyan coughed, "I'm going to serve soup."
Looking at a table of dishes, there are meat and vegetables, he tasted a mouthful, still the familiar taste before.
Not long after, ye Huanyan came back with a casserole and was embarrassed to see her face. Ling Han followed her eyes to see the heat insulation pad on the table and easily pulled it to the middle of the table.
The hot casserole was put on the table.
"Drink this soup while it's hot." Ye Huanyan rubbed his hands, picked up a small bowl and gave Ling Han more than half of the bowl of soup.
"How does it taste?" She looked a little cautious,
"Very good."
Hearing the words, ye Huanyan's eyebrows and eyes overflowed with a little smile, and he sat down to eat happily.
When eating, Ling Han hardly spoke, even when Ling Dongming and Jiang Meilan were still there before. 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 is used to keeping quiet when eating and no longer talking nonsense.
She always thought that it was Ling Han's rule not to talk at dinner, so when she heard Ling Han's question, she was a little stunned.
"When did you learn to cook?"
She almost choked on a celery just put into her mouth.
"Primary school... From the third grade."
"Why?"
Ling Han drank a mouthful of soup and looked up at her.
"Because... Hungry..."
The answer made the air freeze for a few seconds, and she finally realized what stupid words she had answered and coughed,
"My father just died at that time, and the company was handed over to... My mother took care of it. She ignored me and found a nanny to take care of me. Later, there was a school holiday, and the aunt who took care of me didn't come... About two days, I can't remember how many days it was, and my mother didn't come back, but I'm hungry."
The child has no concept of birth, old age and death. When ye Huanyan's biological father died, she was still young and just went to primary school. After that, she has been taken care of by different nannies. The first time she cooked was because the nanny didn't go to work for two days and didn't ask for leave. She was so hungry that she turned out rice by herself, cooked a pot of rice, and ate it with soy sauce.
Jiang Meilan is really not a careful person in taking care of children. After ye Huanyan's biological father died, ye Huanyan often couldn't eat without a nanny. Later, she learned to cook without a teacher, which was also forced by the environment.
When talking, ye Huanyan carefully looked at Ling Han's expression.
She vaguely felt that if she mentioned Jiang Meilan, she would make him unhappy, but after watching it for a long time, it seemed that there was no change, and then she slowly breathed a sigh of relief.
Ling Han was not comfortable in his heart, inexplicably stuffy. After listening, he drank two mouthfuls of soup in a hurry, put down his chopsticks and went upstairs.
Ye Huanyan looked at the dishes that had only moved a little in front of her, and was a little disappointed.
Lingling looked at a table of vegetables as she cleared the table, with a 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 comfort is not comfort for ye Huanyan, but makes her more uncomfortable. Ling Han doesn't have a bad appetite, just because she sees what she and she do.
"Lingling, you don't need to buy the materials you were told before. You'd better cook in the future."
Ye Huanyan smiled bitterly and went upstairs.
Just before entering the bathroom, the mobile phone rang. It was su Nianhua.
After the annual meeting before and after the Spring Festival, I didn't contact again except for the SMS blessings sent during the Spring Festival.
At the other end of the phone, Su Nianhua's voice is still warm like a glass of water, and he asked her to have dinner tomorrow.
"Let's have dinner tomorrow. I happen to have something for you."
"I'm following the endorsements of Sheng Enron and Lai Baoli 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. This can't last long."
"Your mother?" Ye Huanyan was stunned.
Lingling wiped her hands on her apron, turned around and walked out of the kitchen. When she walked to the kitchen door, she saw a figure hidden by the door. She opened her mouth, but he stopped her with a look in her eyes.Following Ling Han's eyes, Lingling subconsciously looked back at the figure who was concentrating on stewing soup in the kitchen. She was a little clear in her heart, bowed her head and smiled, and went straight to the restaurant.Ling Han came out of the shadow of the door and stepped lightly into the kitchen.Ye Huanyan closed the lid of the casserole and opened another pot. She was stewing taro and gulping the juice. She was tasting the salt with a spoon. She felt a figure approaching behind her and didn't even return her head, so she ordered,"Help me with the salt. Half a spoonful is enough."The figure behind him paused slightly, frowned and turned around, looking for 'salt' on the console."Which is salt?"A cold voice sounded in the kitchen.This familiar sound stunned ye Huanyan, and his heart panicked. The spoon slipped from his hand and fell into the bubbling pot, splashing hot soup."Ah..." she grabbed her wrist and suddenly stepped back, screaming and falling into a generous embrace.Ling Han also held a transparent spoon in his hand, containing half a spoon of white granular seasoning. Being hit by her back to her arms, her arm shook and sprinkled more than half a spoon. The marble console was full of white powder.Ye Huanyan suddenly felt the temperature from her back. She was stiff and her face turned white.The scene instantly fell into embarrassment,"Clumsy, just like when I was a child." A faint sound came from overhead.Although it was ironic, the tone was mild, and he said something and slightly resolved a bit of embarrassment.Ye Huanyan blushed, stood stiff and straightened up, took two steps to one side, went to get the spoon in the pot, and looked for a rag to wipe the soup next to the stove. He asked carefully,"How... How are you in the kitchen?"Ling Han did not answer her, but handed the spoon in his hand to her, "the salt you want."Ye Huanyan was stunned. Without thinking about it, he took it over and poured it into the pot. After pouring it out, he felt that there was something wrong with the particles of 'salt', frowning, "where did you get it?"Ling Han pointed at the console on his side, "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 moment."Ye Huanyan hesitated. His pestle in the kitchen always interfered with her flexibility. I'm afraid if he stayed like this, her pot of taro would be stewed.Ling Han went out quietly. When he left, his face showed a look of annoyance.Three dishes and one soup for dinner,It can be seen that it's all ye Huanyan's craft.She didn't cook for a long time. The last time she cooked was when there was no accident at Ling's house. She liked to stir up some novel dishes at home. The whole family took turns to experiment with her as a mouse."Lingling's hand is not very comfortable today. I came back early again, so I did it."Ling Han glanced at Lingling, who was busy packing things in the kitchen, and didn't feel anything uncomfortable about her wrist.Ye Huanyan coughed, "I'm going to serve soup."Looking at a table of dishes, there are meat and vegetables, he tasted a mouthful, still the familiar taste before.Not long after, ye Huanyan came back with a casserole and was embarrassed to see her face. Ling Han followed her eyes to see the heat insulation pad on the table and easily pulled it to the middle of the table.The hot casserole was put on the table."Drink this soup while it's hot." Ye Huanyan rubbed his hands, picked up a small bowl and gave Ling Han more than half of the bowl of soup."How does it taste?" She looked a little cautious,"Very good."Hearing the words, ye Huanyan's eyebrows and eyes overflowed with a little smile, and he sat down to eat happily.When eating, Ling Han hardly spoke, even when Ling Dongming and Jiang Meilan were still there before. 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 is used to keeping quiet when eating and no longer talking nonsense.She always thought that it was Ling Han's rule not to talk at dinner, so when she heard Ling Han's question, she was a little stunned."When did you learn to cook?"She almost choked on a celery just put into her mouth."Primary school... From the third grade.""Why?"Ling Han drank a mouthful of soup and looked up at her."Because... Hungry..."The answer made the air freeze for a few seconds, and she finally realized what stupid words she had answered and coughed,"My father just died at that time, and the company was handed over to... My mother took care of it. She ignored me and found a nanny to take care of me. Later, there was a school holiday, and the aunt who took care of me didn't come... About two days, I can't remember how many days it was, and my mother didn't come back, but I'm hungry."The child has no concept of birth, old age and death. When ye Huanyan's biological father died, she was still young and just went to primary school. After that, she has been taken care of by different nannies. The first time she cooked was because the nanny didn't go to work for two days and didn't ask for leave. She was so hungry that she turned out rice by herself, cooked a pot of rice, and ate it with soy sauce.Jiang Meilan is really not a careful person in taking care of children. After ye Huanyan's biological father died, ye Huanyan often couldn't eat without a nanny. Later, she learned to cook without a teacher, which was also forced by the environment.When talking, ye Huanyan carefully looked at Ling Han's expression.She vaguely felt that if she mentioned Jiang Meilan, she would make him unhappy, but after watching it for a long time, it seemed that there was no change, and then she slowly breathed a sigh of relief.Ling Han was not comfortable in his heart, inexplicably stuffy. After listening, he drank two mouthfuls of soup in a hurry, put down his chopsticks and went upstairs.Ye Huanyan looked at the dishes that had only moved a little in front of her, and was a little disappointed.Lingling looked at a table of vegetables as she cleared the table, with a 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 comfort is not comfort for ye Huanyan, but makes her more uncomfortable. Ling Han doesn't have a bad appetite, just because she sees what she and she do."Lingling, you don't need to buy the materials you were told before. You'd better cook in the future."Ye Huanyan smiled bitterly and went upstairs.Just before entering the bathroom, the mobile phone rang. It was su Nianhua.After the annual meeting before and after the Spring Festival, I didn't contact again except for the SMS blessings sent during the Spring Festival.At the other end of the phone, Su Nianhua's voice is still warm like a glass of water, and he asked her to have dinner tomorrow."Let's have dinner tomorrow. I happen to have something for you.""I'm following the endorsements of Sheng Enron and Lai Baoli 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. This can't last long.""Your mother?" Ye Huanyan was stunned.
