I forcefully pamper the little pitiful uncle, he is wild and lustful

The height difference between Ling Shaoqing and An Ruo was really huge. He lowered his head and rested his head on An Ruo's shoulder like a big wolf dog being coquettish with its little master.

An Ruo felt that Ling Shaoqing might be so clingy to her because she was sick. After all, she would be so dependent on Ling Shaoqing when she was sick.

But with him holding her like this, it would be inconvenient for her to cook, and Ling Shaoqing wouldn't be too comfortable either.

Helpless, An Ruo moved a chair into the restaurant and asked Ling Shaoqing to sit on it and hug the back of the chair to wait for her. She even thoughtfully took a pillow and stuffed it into his arms.

Ling Shaoqing was obedient at the moment, leaning his head on the back of the chair and looking at An Ruo with blurred eyes.

An Ruo was dumbfounded and embarrassed: "Don't look at it. Hold the pillow tightly. When your stomach feels uncomfortable, put something against it and it should make you feel better."

How could Ling Shaoqing not want to look at An Ruo?

No matter what An Ruo tried to persuade him, his eyes were always glued to An Ruo's body.

He watched An Ruo take out a tomato from the refrigerator, wash it and put it in a bowl. He poured some boiling hot water on it, and then An Ruo easily peeled off the skin of the tomato.

Ling Shaoqing never knew that tomatoes had to be peeled, so An Ruo had to explain: "It will taste better if you peel them."

Then she cut the tomatoes into small cubes and heated a pot with oil. While waiting for the oil to heat up, Anruo chopped green onions and popped them into the oil pot with a sizzling sound, and the aroma wafted out. Then she added the tomatoes Pour in and stir-fry to release the juice.

After skillfully adding various seasonings, Anruo poured the boiled water in.

Bubbles quickly appeared in the pot, and the small dough balls that had been mixed in advance were put into the red soup pot with fried tomatoes. The red and white colors looked very beautiful and very appetizing.

But An wanted to do more than that. She took out two eggs from the refrigerator, cracked them and stirred them evenly. When the pimple soup started to bubble, she poured the egg liquid into the soup in circles, and finally cut some more Thinly chopped lettuce green leaves go in.

Red, white, yellow, and green, Ling Shaoqing had never thought that these colors would look so good when mixed together.

When the last drop of sesame oil was put into the pot, An Ruo turned off the heat, scooped out a bowl with a spoon and put it directly on the coffee table in front of the sofa.

She almost jogged back to the kitchen to get a small spoon and helped Ling Shaoqing over.

"You have an upset stomach. You should feel better if you sit on the sofa."

Ling Shaoqing didn't say anything. He was extremely well-behaved today. He sat wherever An Ruo asked him to sit, holding the big pillow that An Ruo stuffed for him in his arms.

He looked at An Ruo eagerly with his affectionate eyes.

An Ruo blushed when he stared at her, held the bowl close to her, took a spoonful and tasted it before blowing it to Ling Shaoqing's mouth.

Seeing that Ling Shaoqing didn't move, she subconsciously said like coaxing a child: "Ah..."

There was a smile in Ling Shaoqing's eyes, and he opened his mouth in response to An Ruo's voice, and An Ruo put the hot pimple soup into his mouth.

Surprisingly delicious!

The warm and glutinous pimple soup slid down his throat and into his stomach. Ling Shaoqing even felt that his stomach no longer hurt.

This bowl of pimple soup made by An Ruo is better than any stomach medicine.

"Is it delicious?"

Ling Shaoqing nodded slightly, still looking at An Ruo without saying anything, but the smile in his eyes had completely turned into feeling sorry for An Ruo.

It was the first time that he saw Anruo cooking in the kitchen so skillfully. She could use all the kitchen utensils skillfully, and she could make such a complex and delicious pimple soup at will.

The gnocchi soup in this bowl is evenly sized even for each small gnocchi.

While watching An Ruo cooking in the kitchen, for a moment, Ling Shaoqing felt that this was the life he wanted to pursue.

There is no need to be rich or wealthy, as long as he is with An Ruo, quietly cooking a meal for him with An Ruo, he can follow suit, and he can also cook it for An Ruo in the future.

But now, he only feels distressed.

How many times had An Ruode done it before he could make such delicious pimple soup so skillfully and easily?

Although he already knew that An Ruo's life in the Zhao family was difficult, and he also knew that her life in the Zhao family was worse than that of a servant.

But when he saw her doing this, Ling Shaoqing felt as if a soft thorn had been stabbed in his heart. He didn't feel it at first, but the thorn got deeper and deeper, and it hurt so much that his eyes turned red.

He began to blame himself for not finding her earlier.

He even began to regret why he left in the first place. He should have insisted on taking An Ruo with him.

If he had done that at that time, Anruo would not have suffered the hardships that followed.

An Ruo fed Ling Shaoqing two full bowls of pimple soup one spoon at a time. Ling Shaoqing still wanted more, but An Ruo stopped her: "My stomach feels uncomfortable, so I can't eat too much. This is enough."

"But it's delicious, I don't want any leftovers."

An Ruo's lips curled up uncontrollably: "It's delicious. I'll cook it for you later. There won't be any leftovers. I haven't had dinner yet."

Forehead!

Isn't this embarrassing? Ling Shaoqing almost planned to drink the whole pot just now.

I didn’t expect An Ruo to eat at all.

"Okay, you go back to your room and rest first. I'll come back after cleaning up the kitchen."

Ling Shaoqing thought that as a couple, the cook should not wash the dishes anymore, but An Ruo insisted not to let Ling Shaoqing touch them and pushed him back to the room.

After she drank the rest of the pimple soup, she curled her lips. Isn't it just ordinary pimple soup? How could it be so delicious?

There used to be too many days when she didn't have enough to eat at Zhao's house. Sometimes she was so hungry that she would sneak into the kitchen in the middle of the night to look for food.

The servants of the Zhao family are also very smart. They count everything in the kitchen, and she doesn't dare to eat it secretly.

Only this flour could not be counted. At first she could only cook a bowl of batter to eat, and then slowly started to make pimple soup, tomatoes and eggs and other ordinary foods. The servants were too lazy to look at them, so she slowly added them in. .

It's funny now that she thinks about it. This ordinary bowl of pimple soup saved her countless nights when she was about to faint from hunger.

Now with Ling Shaoqing, she no longer secretly gets up in the middle of the night to make pimple soup because she is not full.

She had almost forgotten the taste of this pimple soup. In fact, it should taste delicious, because when she made it for Ling Shaoqing, she put [-]% of her heart into it, wanting to make it taste better and better. .

It's just that for her, this bowl of pimple soup carries too many bad memories from the past, and it doesn't taste like Ling Shaoqing tasted.

After tidying up the kitchen, An Ruo searched in the room for a long time, trying to find something like a hand warmer to warm Ling Shaoqing's stomach.

Unfortunately, many of the things that had just been moved here were incomplete. She could only find a mineral water bottle, filled it with hot water, wrapped it in a towel and walked into the room.