After rebirth, Yan Shao can't climb high

Yan Tingjue nodded obediently, "Okay, I'll do it again."

Jing Wanwan pursed her lips in disgust, looked at the ribs frying in the pan, and took out rock sugar from the refrigerator.

"Wanwan, I don't like sweets, can this pork ribs not put too much sugar?"

"You really have a lot of things to do." He muttered, and originally planned to take five rock candies to stir-fry the sugar-colored ones, but only took two.

Yan Tingjue watched from the side, and opened his mouth like a little bitch: "There are so many ribs, just put two sugary ones, right?"

Jing Wanwan rolled her eyes and stared over.

"what on earth do you want!"

"Wanwan, you are so kind to me."

"..."

"Thank you."

"You think too much, I think grandma and grandpa want to eat, they are old, eating too much sugar is not good for their health."

She glanced at the chopping board, "Hurry up and chop the vegetables, don't touch the fish!"

"Okay." Yan Tingjue didn't pretend to be mentally retarded anymore, and he chopped vegetables very well afterwards.

Knowing that she has a bad temper now, let's keep pretending.

I'm afraid it will affect her mood.

Influence her cooking.

The two cooperated well, Jing Wan Wan finished frying the last dish, and looked at Yan Tingjue seriously and suspiciously.

Yan Tingjue was leaning against the counter, his small arms were rolled up and his sleeves were rolled up to reveal his strong and strong arms. With his perfect facial features and short black and thick short hair, he was very attractive.

"What's wrong?" He asked knowingly.

Jing Wanwan swallowed her throat, "You know how to chop vegetables."

"Yes."

"Then you pretended not to know it just now, and deliberately cut green peppers like that!"

Yan Tingjue walked towards her, "I haven't done it for a long time, and I'm unfamiliar. You enlightened me, and I remembered it."

"There's something wrong!" Jing Wanwan quickly moved away when he saw him approaching.

He hooked his hands behind his back to untie the apron belt, untied the last one, and accidentally tore it into a knot.

"I'll help you."

"Do not……"

Before she refused to speak, he had already come behind her and touched hers with his finger.

She lowered her hands in a panic, and the tips of her ears were a little red.

Yan Tingjue stood behind her and looked at the slender her, smelling the faint fragrance of flowers on her body, his always dull mood fluttered a little.

The apron was untied, and he looked at her snow-white nape, "Wanwan, I..."

"Thank you!" Jing Wanwan quickly moved over, took off her apron and hung it on the wall hook.

"..."

This alienated attitude is really annoying.

Jing Wanwan didn't give him a look, brought two plates of food to the dining room opposite, and then ran to the living room.

"My food is ready, whoever wants extra food, hurry up and sit down!"

As soon as she yelled, everyone got up and moved to the dining room.

See grandpa and grandma supporting each other, and grandpa feasting alone.

Her heart softened, and she quickly stepped forward to support Grandpa Yan.

"Grandpa, I made your favorite boiled beef."

Mr. Yan patted her hand that supported him, "Good boy."

Jing Wanwan glanced at the family, leaned into the ear of the old man Yan, and asked, "Grandpa, can Yan Tingjue know how to cook?"

The old man Yan also said quietly: "Yes."

"real or fake?"

"Grandpa won't lie to you."

"Then he used to always look like a waste, it's all just pretending."

"It's not pretending. The cooking is not delicious, and I can only save my life. In addition, the company is busy and there are servants at home, so I don't do it."

"In that case, why did you learn to cook?"

Old Man Yan sighed, "Send him to exercise when he was a teenager, and he will learn to cook by himself when he lives there."

Jing Wanwan nodded thoughtfully, "Training is hard?"

"Well, it's quite bitter."

She couldn't imagine it, and she didn't want to ask more questions. She also talked about what dishes she cooked, and there was something Grandpa Yan liked to eat.

Listening to her chatting and laughing with Mr. Yan, the members of the Jing family had mixed feelings.

Even if anyone among them doesn't welcome Old Man Yan, they don't have the guts to drive him away now.

When a group of people came to the dining room, they saw more than a dozen dishes on the table.

Bai Yuehua subconsciously asked: "Xiao Wan, you made all these dishes?"

Jing Wanwan nodded, helped Mr. Yan to sit down, and glanced at a pair of bowls and chopsticks placed in one place.

"Eat first, I'll go to the kitchen and have a look."

In the kitchen, Yan Tingjue was patting cucumbers with a kitchen knife.

"What are you doing, Yan Tingjue?"

"My cooking skills are not as good as yours. Let me make a cucumber with garlic."

Jing Wanwan was quite curious and stood aside watching.

It looks good, whether it is taking cucumbers or garlic, it looks like it is not Xiaobai.

After mixing, he took a piece of cucumber with his chopsticks and brought it to her lips.

"Try it?"

She leaned back, "Can I eat it?"

"If something goes wrong, I'm responsible."

The body is faster than the brain, and when she was about to refuse, he sent it over, and she opened her mouth.

"How is it? Isn't it unpalatable?"

Jing Wanwan blinked her eyes, and stared blankly at him with an expectant expression.

"Wait until I finish eating." Chewing slowly.

He stared at her, waited for her to swallow, and asked, "How?"

"Do you think it's delicious?"

"This is the best dish I've ever made."

Jing Wanwan wanted to ridicule him, looked at the anticipation in his deep eyes, she turned her eyes away and said, "It's okay."

Afterwards, he walked towards the dining room with his basin of cucumbers in hand.

Yan Tingjue looked at her back, "Is it delicious or not?"

"Let everyone try it and find out."

Yan Tingjue raised his eyebrows, washed his hands, and hurried to the dining room.

Jing Wanwan was already sitting on her mother, and on her other side was Grandpa Yan.

When Yan Tingjue came, Grandpa Yan said in a bad mood: "Eating is so smudged, forget about starving to death, move a chair and squeeze beside me."

"it is good."

He moved the chair over and squeezed between his grandfather and Jing Wanwan.

Jing Wanwan: "..."

There are so many places, but they are crowded around me, which is annoying to death.

Mr. Jing tremblingly handed over a pair of bowls and chopsticks, "Little Lord, come."

Yan Tingjue is a little far away from Mr. Jing, so it's hard to meet him.

Jing Wanwan glanced at it, took it over and placed it in front of him.

"Wanwan, thank you."

"..."

I don't care about you.

"Xiao Wan, your craft is really good, who did you learn from?" Old Master Jing asked.

"Self-taught."

Mrs. Jing kicked the old man's leg, "Don't talk too much while eating."

Asking this kind of topic, children will feel distressed when they hear it.

Jing Wanwan also realized it, and hurriedly said: "I like cooking very much. In the past few years, I have been studying cooking when I have nothing to do."

Yan Tingjue ate the boiled beef and thought it was great. Hearing her words, his throat was stuck.

"Our little Wan is really virtuous, beautiful and capable, and any man would like it." After the old lady Jing finished her compliment, she looked at Yan Tingjue meaningfully, "Young Lord, are you right?"

"Grandma said so." Yan Tingjue seized the opportunity and said to Jing Wanwan, "I will also learn cooking in the future so that you don't have to work so hard."

Jing Wanwan looked over in astonishment, "President Yan, don't scare me."

She couldn't imagine that picture.

It's all when he's not clear-headed and talking nonsense.

"Xiao Wan, I'll supervise him! Son, you send me back to the old house tonight, so don't go back. You can live in the old house and make breakfast for me!" The old man Yan said righteously.

Yan Tingjue: "..."

You old man, you really made the best use of turning your arms outward.