Racing Queen: The president is not too cold

A faint smile appeared on the corner of Ling Yue's mouth, and he stretched out his hand to rub Yan Hui's hair: "There are still many things you don't know! Go and wait for dinner."

Yan Hui was very embarrassed that Ling Yue did such an intimate thing in front of them, she gave Ling Yue a sneaky look, and said that she refused to wait by herself, even if she just stood there, she wanted to be with them.

Four adults crowded here, and the originally not-so-small kitchen became too tight to move around. Yan Hui pulled Han Liang and said to him, "Go and rest, people who just got off the plane can sit and wait to eat." .”

Han Liang rushed over by car as soon as he got off the plane, and after hearing her talk for a long time after arriving, how could he not be tired, and now there are four people standing in the kitchen, which is really a bit crowded.

When Ling Yue came, he was about to be chased away. Han Liang didn't know what it was like, but he still put on a look of wishing for it: "That's good, I'll go to the sofa and paralyze for a while. Alright call me!"

After all, he sat on the sofa in a particularly numb manner, leaned on the sofa in a standard Ge You paralyzed posture, and watched the TV comfortably.

Yan Hui complained about him: "Han Liang, tell me, have you been wishing for it for a long time?"

The sound of the frying pan in the kitchen just happened, and the chirping chirping sound covered Yan Hui's voice. Han Liang didn't hear Yan Hui's words at all, so he ignored her.

Seeing this, Ling Yue leaned into her ear when Uncle Ming was not paying attention: "Why don't you talk to me, don't even say a few words."

The hot and humid breath coming from her ear made Yan Hui blush, she took a peek at Uncle Ming's position, and confirmed that he was busy cooking and did not pay attention to the movement here.

Then he glared at Ling Yue reproachfully: "Why do you keep messing around like this? It's not good for Uncle Ming to see."

In order to be able to hear each other's voices without being heard by Uncle Ming, the two got so close that they were almost whispering their ears.

The kitchen door was open, and looking from the direction of the living room, one could just see the scene reflected in the glass on the door. Han Liang was watching TV on the surface, but his eyes and mind were not on the TV at all.

He watched the two people talking intimately, saw the never-before-seen smile in Yan Hui's eyes, and saw Ling Yue's gentle eyes...

At that moment, his heart felt as if someone had thrown it into a vinegar pot, almost wrinkled with sourness.

However, this scene didn't last too long, because Uncle Ming had already fried the dishes quickly, he poured the dishes into the plate, and said to Yan Hui, "Fen Hui, take the dishes out."

Yan Hui didn't do it herself, but handed the plate to Ling Yue: "Okay, take out the dishes, and then you can just sit and wait for the food. Uncle Ming and I are enough here."

Ling Yue obediently brought out the dishes, and Uncle Ming felt another burst of comfort when he saw the relationship between the two.

Taking advantage of Uncle Ming's inattention, Yan Hui snatched the spatula from his hand, and said, "Uncle Ming, let you have a taste of my cooking today."

Uncle Ming is helpless, how to cook, there are still people rushing to come one by one...

He didn't want to snatch it back and forth, so he nodded, "Then you have to do it well, Uncle Ming won't eat it if it's not good!"

Yan Hui smiled, and saluted mischievously: "Yes, sir!"

Uncle Ming was amused, shook his head and stopped talking, and just handed it to Yan Hui when she needed something.

Yan Hui's movements were also very fast, and it didn't take long for the dishes on the table to be filled.

Ling Yue stood up very naturally, and untied the tie of her apron from behind. Yan Hui also let Ling Yue untie the apron very naturally, and put it on the dining chair.

This scene, for Han Liang, was another dazzling scene, even the delicious and hot food on the table seemed to have lost its attractive color and fragrance.

He obviously felt very hungry, but for some reason, Han Liang had no appetite at all, and he didn't know what to do with his chopsticks.

Yan Hui put a bowl full of rice in front of Han Liang, stretched out her hand and shook it twice in front of his eyes: "The soul is back, the soul is back?"

Only then did Han Liang suddenly realize that he picked up the chopsticks, first took a bite of the dish closest to him, and immediately said, "This must be Yan Hui's craftsmanship."

Uncle Ming nodded: "That's right, this dish was indeed fried by Yan Fen, I just passed the seasoning."

Han Liang was proud: "I have eaten Yan Hui's dishes countless times. Even if I don't taste them, I can tell which ones are made by her just by looking at the color and smelling them!"

After hearing Han Liang's words, Yan Hui couldn't believe it. She immediately pointed to the dishes and said, "Come on, tell me, which dish is made by me and which dish is made by Uncle Ming?"

After hearing this, Han Liang really pointed out one by one: "The tomato and eggs must be made by Yan Hui, the eggs she scrambled are big."

He didn't mention a dish, and Yan Hui's expression became more surprised, because what Han Liang said was exactly right, and she didn't even pay attention to some small habits, but she didn't expect him to remember them all.

Speaking of the last dish, it happened to be the one closest to Ling Yue, Han Liang paused, then sniffed and smelled it carefully.

"Uncle Ming should be in charge of this dish, but the vinegar was poured by Yan Hui, right?"

Yan Hui's expression was wonderful, if she hadn't confirmed that Han Liang was sitting in the living room, she would have thought that he had watched Uncle Ming and her cook the whole process.

That's right, this dish is exactly what he said, with Uncle Ming serving the spoon and Yan Hui pouring the vinegar.

At this time, I heard Han Liang continue to say slowly: "This dish must have a strong smell of vinegar today. Yan Hui has a heavy hand, and every time he touches a dish with vinegar, he can't help pouring more."

Different from the surprised mood of the others, Ling Yue's jealous vat was overturned again, his eyes were dim, and Han Liang suddenly became more obtrusive in his eyes.

What is this guy doing?Show him off?To show off how long he spent with Yan Hui or to show off how much Yan Hui cooked for him?

Thinking of this, he looked at Yan Hui with some dissatisfaction - how could this woman cook for men so casually!

Thinking of this, Ling Yue felt even more uncomfortable. He looked at the dishes on the table, and his gaze instantly became dark.

In the future, he must ask Yan Hui to cook all these dishes for him!Even if she doesn't want to do it!
Yan Hui looked at Han Liang with admiration, "I didn't expect you to have such a good memory. You can even remember this. I really admire you."

Han Liang smiled reservedly: "It's nothing, it's just that I ate too much, and I remembered it before I knew it."

He also smiled at Ling Yue, but that smile looked provocative to Ling Yue.