Ling Ling wiped her hands on her apron, turned around, and walked out of the kitchen. When she reached the kitchen door, she saw a figure hiding by the door. She opened her mouth, but was stopped by a look from him.
Following Ling Han's gaze, Ling Ling subconsciously turned around to look at the figure in the kitchen who was focused on stewing soup. She understood, lowered her head, smiled, and walked straight to the dining room.
Ling Han walked out of the shadows at the door and quietly entered the kitchen.
After Ye Huanyan closed the lid of the casserole, she opened the lid of the other casserole. She was stewing taro and collecting the juice. She was using a spoon to taste the saltiness when she felt a figure approach behind her. She didn't even turn around to look at him.
"Help me get the salt. Half a spoonful is enough."
The figure behind her paused, frowned, and turned around to look for the "salt" on the counter.
"Which one is the salt?"
A cold voice sounded in the kitchen.
This familiar voice stunned Ye Huanyan. She panicked and the spoon slipped from her hand into the bubbling pot, splashing the hot soup.
"Ah..." She grabbed her wrist and took a step back. She screamed and fell into a broad embrace.
Ling Han was still holding a transparent spoon in his hand. Half a spoonful of white granular seasoning was filled. When her back bumped into his embrace, his arm shook, and more than half of the spoonful spilled. The marble counter was covered with white powder.
Ye Huanyan suddenly felt the warmth from her back. Her whole body stiffened, and her face paled.
The situation instantly became awkward.
"Clumsy, just like when you were young." A faint voice came from above her head.
Although it was sarcastic, his tone was gentle, and his words slightly dispelled the awkwardness.
Ye Huanyan blushed. She stiffly straightened her body and took two steps back. She reached for the spoon in the pot and looked for a rag to wipe the soup beside the stove.
"Why... why are you in the kitchen?"
Ling Han didn't answer her. He just handed her the spoon in his hand. "Here's the salt you wanted."
Ye Huanyan was stunned. Without thinking, she took it and poured it into the pot. After pouring it, she felt that there was something wrong with the salt particles. She frowned and asked, "Where did you get it?"
Ling Han pointed at the console beside him. "There."
"That's white sugar …"
"…" Ling Han's expression stiffened. "Oh …"
The atmosphere was awkward for a few seconds.
"Well, you'd better go out. I'll be done in a while."
Ye Huanyan was a little hesitant. He was standing in the kitchen like this, always interfering with her flexibility. She was afraid that if she let him stay like this, her pot of taro would be overcooked.
Ling Han left without saying a word. When he left, there was a trace of annoyance on his face.
There were three dishes and one soup for dinner.
It was obvious that they were all Ye Huanyan's cooking.
She hadn't cooked for a long time. The last time she cooked was before the Ling family's accident. She liked to experiment with new and novel dishes at home, and the whole family took turns to be her lab rats.
"Lingling's hand isn't feeling very well today. I came back early, so I cooked for her."
Ling Han glanced at Lingling, who was busy packing in the kitchen. He didn't feel that there was anything wrong with her wrist.
Ye Huanyan coughed dryly. "I'll get the soup."
Looking at the table full of dishes, there were meat and vegetables. He took a bite. It was the same familiar taste from before.
Not long after, Ye Huanyan came back with the pot. Seeing that she was in a difficult position, Ling Han followed her gaze and saw the insulation pad on the table. He pulled it to the middle of the table.
The boiling hot pot was placed on the table.
"Drink this soup while it's hot." Ye Huanyan rubbed her hands, picked up a small bowl and filled it with soup for Ling Han.
"How does it taste?" She looked a little cautious.
"It's pretty good."
Hearing this, Ye Huanyan's eyes revealed a hint of a smile. She sat down and ate happily.
During the meal, Ling Han barely spoke. Even when Ling Dongming and Jiang Meilan were still around, he was like this. He was very similar to Ling Dongming in this aspect, so every time he ate, he would only hear the two of them chattering non-stop.
In the blink of an eye, it was two years ago.
Now, she was used to keeping quiet during the meal and didn't talk nonsense anymore.
She always thought that not talking during the meal was Ling Han's rule, so when she heard Ling Han's question, she was a little stunned.
"When did you start learning to cook?"
She almost choked on the celery that she had just put into her mouth.
"Elementary school … from the third grade."
"Why?"
Ling Han drank a mouthful of soup and looked up at her.
"Because … I was hungry …"
This answer made the air freeze for a few seconds. She finally realized that she had answered something stupid and coughed.
"My father had just passed away, and the company was handed over to … my mother to manage. She couldn't take care of me, so she found a nanny to take care of me. Later on, there was a school holiday, but the nanny who took care of me didn't come … for about two days, I don't remember how many days it was. My mother didn't come back either, but I was hungry."
Children didn't have any concept of birth, aging, illness, and death. When Ye Huanyan's biological father passed away, she was still young and had just entered elementary school. After that, she had 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 starving, so she dug out the rice herself, cooked a pot of rice, and ate it with soy sauce.
When it came to taking care of children, Jiang Meilan really wasn't a meticulous person. After Ye Huanyan's biological father passed away, if it wasn't for the nanny, Ye Huanyan often didn't eat. Later on, she learned how to cook without a teacher, but it was also forced by the environment.
As she spoke, Ye Huanyan carefully looked at Ling Han's expression.
She vaguely felt that if she mentioned Jiang Meilan, it would make him unhappy. However, after looking at him for a long time, there didn't seem to be any change, so she slowly let out a sigh of relief.
Ling Han, on the other hand, didn't feel very comfortable. For some reason, he was flustered. After listening to her, he hurriedly drank two mouthfuls of soup, put down his chopsticks, and went upstairs.
Ye Huanyan looked at the dishes in front of her, which were only slightly touched, and was a little disappointed.
When Ling Ling was cleaning up the table, she looked at the table full of dishes with a look of pity on her face.
"Young Master, maybe you don't have a good appetite today."
She comforted, "Miss Ye, your cooking is still very good."
This kind of consolation wasn't actually comforting to Ye Huanyan. Instead, it made her feel even more uncomfortable. It wasn't that Ling Han didn't have a good appetite, but it was because he saw her and the food she cooked that caused his appetite to be bad.
"Ling Ling, you don't have to buy the ingredients I told you before. In the future, you'll still be the one to cook."
Ye Huanyan smiled bitterly and went upstairs.
Just as she was about to enter the bathroom, her phone rang. It was a call from Su Nianhua.
After the annual meeting before the New Year, except for the group text message of blessing during the Spring Festival, they hadn't contacted each other again.
On the other end of the phone, Su Nianhua's voice was still as gentle as a cup of water. He asked her to have dinner together tomorrow.
"Let's have dinner together tomorrow. I just happen to have something for you."
"I've been following Sheng Anran and Lai Baoli's endorsement deals these two days. I'm afraid I don't have time. Let's make an appointment later."
"My mother made cookies and asked me to bring them to you. This can't be kept for too long."
"Your mother?" Ye Huanyan was stunned.
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