When fishing beauty is bound to the rich system

Duan Ziyuan and other bodyguards moved some specialties and luggage bought by Lin Xinran to the room, then left the villa and returned to several nearby villas to rest.

Ma Lanru kept looking at Lin Xinran, muttering, "You've lost weight again. Have you not eaten well? Hey, kid, what did I tell you? You have to take good care of yourself and eat on time. Did you forget? Didn't you take it seriously?"

Lin Xinran curled her lips and smiled obediently: "I eat on time seriously. I am not thin. I just exercise when I have nothing to do, so the curves of my body are more obvious."

Ma Lanru nodded slightly, agreeing with her: "It's good to do exercise. Young people should do more exercise and not just sit there every day."

"Yes, you are right. I will exercise regularly from now on."

Lin Yun put the flowers in the vase on the balcony, looked at them left and right, admiring them non-stop, and took a few videos and photos with his mobile phone. Only then did he put away his phone contentedly.

"Okay, let's cook. Are you hungry? Take a rest. We'll be ready to eat soon."

Lin Yun said this and walked into the kitchen to continue helping. Ma Lanru also followed him into the kitchen and continued cooking.

Lin Xinran originally wanted to go in and help, but when she stood at the kitchen door and looked at the two figures working in perfect harmony in the kitchen, she suddenly gave up the idea.

The sunlight shines through the window onto two figures in the kitchen, making it feel particularly warm and cozy. Lin Yun would cut vegetables from time to time, but Ma Lanru always complained that he didn't cut them well. One of them complained while the other responded, both with smiles on their faces, and it was obvious that they were very happy.

Sometimes, two people are just right.

Lin Xinran had a gentle smile on her face. She stretched lazily and slumped on the sofa, watching TV, drinking water, and waiting for dinner.

The sounds of cutting vegetables and cooking in the kitchen can be heard from time to time in the living room, and the sound of the TV in the living room can be heard from time to time in the kitchen, making the atmosphere warmer and more homely.

It really proves the saying that no matter how good a nest you have, it is not as good as your own doghouse.

No matter how big and luxurious a room is, it will be meaningless if it doesn't feel like home.

Ma Lanru cooks very quickly and skillfully, and in no time she has prepared a table full of delicious food.

Lin Xinran stepped forward to help bring the dishes to the table. Ma Lanru deliberately left the seat in front of Lin Yun empty and carefully took out a beautifully wrapped cake from the refrigerator.

"Did you order this?"

Lin Xinran asked out loud with some curiosity.

Ma Lanru shook her head, put the cake on the table and unpacked it skillfully. The cake in the box was very beautiful and exquisite, with lots of cream and fruits. The words "Happy Birthday" were written on it. The cake was decorated with flowers, full of fresh flowers, and looked very beautiful.

"This is so beautiful."

Lin Xinran hadn't eaten cake for a long time. Before, she had only eaten some small desserts and snacks. She hadn't eaten a whole cake for a long time. Now when she saw such an exquisite cake, her eyes were filled with amazement.

"Isn't it beautiful? Don't you even look at who made it?"

Ma Lanru took the candle from the side and inserted it into the cake, saying this with some pride.

Lin Xinran was stunned for a moment before he realized what she meant.

"Did you do this?"

Ma Lanru smiled gently: "How is it? Is your cooking skill pretty good?"

Lin Yun was also a little surprised.

Since Qianwei Pavilion opened in Lincheng, the two have lived a very fulfilling life. Lin Yun often handles some things in the restaurant, and Ma Lanru is an accountant, so she only goes there occasionally.

When I have nothing to do at other times, I am responsible for having afternoon tea with Mrs. Fang, going to the beauty salon, or going shopping, and occasionally traveling, etc.

It was because Lin Yun was busy that Ma Lanru had time to learn how to make cakes behind his back.

The cake is very detailed, every lace and flower decoration on it is just right, and the cream is also very evenly distributed. It doesn't look like it was made by myself at all, and even looks like it was made by a professional.

This is exactly why both Lin Xinran and Lin Yun didn't realize it.

Lin Yun's usually serious face showed a rare smile, and wrinkles appeared at the corners of his eyes. Looking at the cake in front of him, his heart felt warm.

Ma Lanru lit the candles, put a hat on him, and the three of them sang birthday songs and watched him make a wish. The atmosphere was very warm.

Lin Yun blew out the candles and started cutting the cake. He first cut a piece for Ma Lanru, and then cut another piece for Lin Xinran.

Lin Xinran took it with both hands, put it on the table, took a bite with a fork, and her eyes lit up: "Mom, your cooking skills are so good."

Ma Lanru also tasted it and nodded: "Not bad, I also know many other cakes, and biscuits and so on, if you want to eat, I can make it for you."

"it is good."

The family ate quietly, chatting from time to time. Lin Xinran peeled a few shrimps for the two of them.

Just as they were having a cozy meal, the doorbell rang.

Uncle Wang, the housekeeper, came out and opened the door, and saw several staff members in postal courier uniforms who seemed to be moving something very carefully.

The postman waiting at the door saw someone open the door and greeted him: "Hello, is this Mr. Lin Yunlin's home?"

Uncle Wang nodded: "Yes, what are you doing?"

"These things were mailed by Mr. Lu from Kyoto as birthday gifts for Mr. Lin."

"Mr. Lu from Kyoto?"

Uncle Wang was stunned for a moment, and his brain started brainstorming, thinking about the people that Lin Yun and Ma Lanru knew and had interacted with, but there was no one with the surname Lu, or who was from Kyoto.

Lin Xinran, who was eating, put down his chopsticks, wiped his mouth, and walked to the door: "Uncle Wang, what's wrong?"

"Miss, the postman said these items are birthday gifts from Mr. Lu from Kyoto."

Mr. Lu from Kyoto?

not……

Lin Xinran slightly widened her eyes in surprise, looked at the postman beside her, and asked softly: "Is it... Lu Yihan?"

The postman nodded: "Yes, it was sent by Mr. Lu Yihan."

No one knew where this came from, but they sent it directly by plane. The little postman in Lincheng had never seen such a scene before. It even scared their leader, who thought it was the boss from the headquarters who came to inspect in person.

Finally I found out that they were delivering goods, and I felt relieved.

Just moments after I heaved a sigh of relief, I saw the wrapped items on the plane, each labeled as extremely precious and fragile. My heart began to hang in my throat again, and I wished I could send the plane directly to that person.

Finally, they were chosen to deliver the goods. They drove very carefully along the way, for fear of bumping into the things inside.

After all, things marked with that kind of logo are usually worth either millions or tens of millions. If they break something, they really can't afford the compensation.