208 Are You Not Willing? (1/2)

Lin Mingyue marveled at the food in the lunch box. It was a complete meal with three side dishes and soup. Yang Yun even prepared a small cake for dessert!

She turned to Yang Yun and hesitated. ”You make all these?”

Yang Yun nodded to reply. ”Except for the cake, everything else was made by me.” He held out a chopstick. ”Try them and see if they suit your taste.”

Mingyue picked up her chopstick and clipped a piece of chicken. She took a bite and chewed slowly.

As the taste spread into her mouth, Lin Mingyue found that the taste was a bit familiar, but she could not pinpoint where she had experienced the same taste.

”Is it good?” Yang Yun asked.

”Hmm. It's delicious.” Mingyue snapped out of her trance and nodded. Then, she began to sample on other side dishes absentmindedly. After a while, she looked at Yang Yun. ”Are you sure these are not store-bought?”

Yang Yun's face darkened instantly. ”Of course not. Xue Yi Ming can testify that I prepared these dishes myself.”

Seeing the change in Yang Yun's mood, Lin Mingyue put down her chopstick and smiled. ”I just thought that the taste was a bit familiar.”

Yang Yun halted. His blood rushed at her comment. Yang Yun had hope that by preparing those meal and let his wife sample them, it will help Mingyue to recover her memory.

Moreover, Yang Yun had sprinkled some medicine prepared by Chief Ye into the dishes. He can only hope that the effect would be faster.

”Aren't you eating as well?” Lin Mingyue asked.

”I've eaten my portion earlier with Xue Yi Ming.”

Lin Mingyue lowered her gaze as she clipped on cabbage dishes. ”Next time, you should eat with me. It's not fun to eat alone.”

Yang Yun tilted his head sideways. ”Are you suggesting that I should come here and deliver food for you again?”

Mingyue looked at his teasing smile. She raised a brow playfully and said, ”Are you not willing?”

He let out a low chuckle. ”Of course, I'm willing.” Yang Yun continued to watch Mingyue ate. As she almost finished with her meal, Yang Yun sat up straight as he recalled something. ”I almost forgot,” he took out a stack of paper from his bag. ”I brought along another part from the book.”

”Let me see them,” Mingyue tidied up the lunch box and put it to her side. Then, she took the stack of paper from him. ”Can I read them now?”

Yang Yun nodded. ”Well. I hope you will not laugh. I'm not really good at writing.”

”I thought it was good,” Mingyue tried to persuade.

”The last time you read them, Li Ran had made a few editing and adjustment,” Yang Yun said. ”This is the first draft, so it might not be that good.” Yang Yun lowered his gaze. He was proficient in martial arts. He often held a knife or sword in his hand, not a pen. How could he be good at writing?

”These are handwritten,” Mingyue commented.

”Yes. I'm not good with computers,” Yang Yun touched his nose. ”Xue Yi Ming said I typed like a snail. So, I wrote everything by hand, and Li Ran will find someone to type them for me. I'm sorry. My writing might be unreadable.”