Chapter 176 (1/2)

Lingling wiped her hands on her apron, turned and walked out of the kitchen. When she came to the kitchen door, she saw a shadow hidden by the door. She opened her mouth, but he stopped her.

Following Ling Han's eyes, Lingling subconsciously looks back at the figure in the kitchen, who is concentrating on stewing soup. Her heart is a little clear. She lowers her head and smiles, and goes straight to the restaurant.

Ling Han came out of the shadow of the door and stepped into the kitchen.

After covering the casserole, ye Huanyan uncovers the other casserole. She is stewing taro and gathering the juice. She is tasting the salty water with a spoon. She feels a figure approaching behind her. She doesn't even look back, so she orders,

”Help me with the salt. Half a spoon is enough.”

The figure behind him frowned and turned around, looking for ”salt” on the console.

”Which is salt?”

A cold voice sounded in the kitchen.

This familiar voice makes ye Huanyan stunned for a moment, and her heart is in a panic. The spoon slips from her hand and falls into the bubbling pot, splashing hot soup.

”Ah...” she took her wrist and took a step back. She screamed and fell into a generous arms.

Ling Han also held a transparent spoon in her hand, which contained half a scoop of white granular seasoning. When she was hit by her back in her arms, her arms shook and she scattered half of the spoon. The marble console was full of white powder.

Ye Huanyan suddenly felt the temperature coming from her back. She was stiff and pale.

The scene was in a moment of embarrassment,

”Clumsy, just like when I was a kid.” There was a faint voice overhead.

Although it was ironic, but the tone was mild, he said a little bit to resolve the embarrassment.

Ye Huanyan blushed and stood up stiff. He stepped back two steps to one side. As he went to get the spoon in the pot, he looked for a rag to wipe the soup beside the stove,

”How... How are you in the kitchen?”

But Ling Han didn't answer her. He just handed the spoon in his hand to her, ”the salt you want.”

Ye Huanyan was stunned. Without thinking about it, she took it over and poured it into the pot. After pouring, she felt that there was something wrong with the salt particles. She frowned and said, ”where did you get it from?”

Ling Han pointed to the side console, ”there.”

”That's sugar...”

”...” Ling Han's face was slightly stiff, ”Oh...”

The atmosphere was awkward for a few seconds,

”Well, you'd better go out. I'll be fine in a minute.”

Ye Huanyan hesitated. His pestle in the kitchen always interfered with her flexibility. I'm afraid that if he stayed like this again, she would have to stew all her taros.

Ling Han went out so quietly. When he left, he looked a little annoyed.