Chapter 159 (1/2)

Ye Huanyan was rummaging in the trunk of her room for a set of cups she had brought to her grandmother. Behind her, a sound of opening the door rang out. She thought Aunt Zhang had brought her food. As if she had seen a rescue soldier, she rummaged and asked,

”Auntie Zhang, did I put everything in the flower hall on the day I came back? There is a set of cups for me... ”

She looked back and saw Ling Han's voice suddenly stopped.

Four eyes opposite, a trace of embarrassment in the air.

”Aunt Zhang is going home, so...”

Before the explanation was finished, Ling Han suddenly didn't want to explain. He frowned and put down his lunch box. ”If you're better, you'll go out to eat by yourself. Don't let anyone send it to you. It's troublesome.”

Although listening to his words, ye Huanyan felt warm when she saw the lunch box.

She got up and went to the table.

Ling Han is bringing out a large bowl of dumplings in his lunch box, as well as a few dishes.

Two cutlery.

Ye Huanyan is slightly stunned, ”are you eating here, too?”

Ling Han raised his eyes and looked at her. He didn't have a good way,

”It's not too much trouble for you to walk around. I don't have so much time. I'll take it back after eating.”

Ye Huanyan answered in a low voice, ”Oh.”

Aunt Zhang's Sesame dumplings are different from the sweet and greasy ones outside. She won't feel too greasy after eating them all night. What's more, the dried radish and pickled cucumber pickled by her own hands are crisp and refreshing.

”I don't know where Aunt Zhang learned such a good skill. The taste of this dumpling is different from that of the outside.” Ye Huanyan murmured in a low voice, lowering her head and carefully tasting the sesame stuffing.

There were only two of them in the room. Whether they were talking to themselves or to Ling Han, they had only one purpose, which was to ease the atmosphere.

From Shanghai back to Lanjiang City, two people rarely get along alone, let alone say a good two words.

Ling Han took the dumplings from the spoon to his mouth and tasted them,

”Plum blossom and licorice.”

Ye Huanyan looks up at him. Seeing Ling Han's expressionless face, he thinks that what he hears is his own illusion.

She Leng for a few seconds, after reaction, quickly tasted a, ”seems really.”