Qing Lingyi didn't overcook the first bowl of pork and egg custard. Cheng Anle was growing up and was very greedy. After finishing the bowl, he licked his lips, looking like he still had more to eat.
Qing Lingyi asked her with a smile: "Do you still want to eat?"
Cheng Anle nodded sincerely.
Seeing that meal time was almost here, Qing Lingyi thought about making more.
She was thinking that she could also send one copy to Mrs. Xue and Mr. Shen each.
Just do it.
This time she chopped a lot of pork and cracked a lot of eggs. In the end, seven bowls were steamed.
After steaming, she took out three bowls and put them on the table for her, Cheng Anle and Biwei.
In addition, the Western bowl is for Mrs. Xue, Mr. Shen and the two monkeys.
Qing Lingyi arranged for each of the Westerners to send soup out. When he returned to the pavilion, he saw Cheng Yang beside Cheng Anle, talking to her.
Cheng Anle may have respected his father more and tried to listen carefully, but as a child after all, he still couldn't help but look at the bowl of egg custard in front of him.
Qing Lingyi stepped forward and Cheng Yang's voice paused briefly.
Qing Lingyi sat down. Because she was still holding a grudge, she didn't call him "general" or look at him.
Cheng Yang was silent for a moment, then continued: "...In a few days, it's time to hire a teacher for you to teach you how to read."
When Cheng Anle heard this, his eyes suddenly turned frightened.
Qing Lingyi also felt so frightened. She remembered the endless pain during those years in the county government's mansion.
She sympathized with Cheng Anle, pushed the bowl of pork and egg custard forward, and said, "Eat it quickly, or it will get cold."
"Ouch!" Cheng Anle picked up the bowl as if he had been granted amnesty.
Noticing that Cheng Yang was still there, Cheng Anle said weakly: "Ma'am, it's not easy to do this. It's not good to be cold."
Cheng Yang laughed: "I didn't say I wouldn't let you eat."
Cheng Anle then began to eat with confidence.
Cheng Yang looked sideways at Qing Lingyi.
She just picked up a bowl of pork and egg custard and was about to ask Biwei to eat it together.
Feeling his gaze, a bad premonition emerged in her heart.
"lady."
Cheng Yang spoke slowly.
Qing Lingyi had goosebumps all over her body: "What...what's wrong?"
"I want it too." Cheng Yang answered quickly.
Qing Lingyi was stunned for a moment, then realized he was talking about pork and egg custard.
But she didn't prepare anything for him at all!
Cheng Yang was staring at the bowl in her hand.
Qing Lingyi quickly put it in front of him: "This is mine!"
Cheng Yang nodded and looked at the last bowl.
Qing Lingyi opened his mouth: "This is for..."
Biwei's name was on her lips.
"Think it over carefully before speaking." Cheng Yang suddenly interrupted.
Qing Lingyi raised his eyes.
He was looking at her with a smile.
She had handsome features, but her smile was superficial, without any warmth, but rather with evil intentions, as if if she answered poorly, he would not give her a chance to live.
Qing Lingyi was about to cry but had no tears: "You..."
"Um?"
"For you..."
"I know." Cheng Yang took away the pork and egg custard.
Qing Lingyi looked sad, Biwei, I'm sorry for you!
She scooped up a spoonful of egg custard and ate it - wow, it's been a long time since I've made it, but it's still so delicious!
Put down the spoon - wuwuwu, Biwei, I'm sorry for you!
I took another bite - it was really delicious!
Put down the spoon again - woohoo, Biwei!
She changed her face so rhythmically that Cheng Yang could see it all, which was more exciting than watching a movie.
After a while, he looked away, took the spoon, and scooped up half a spoonful.
In fact, he has no sense of taste.
Whether it's egg custard or corn custard, whether the craftsmanship is good or not, it makes no difference to him.
So he didn't really want to eat this bowl of egg custard.
It's just that Qing Lingyi didn't intend to give it to him, but he really wanted to see her deflate. That would be fun.
So he just wanted it.
When he casually put the spoonful of egg custard into his mouth, a miracle happened.
The fresh, smooth and tender taste explodes between your lips and teeth in an instant.
It's as if the fields that have been dry for many years are falling with the slightest rain.
People who have lived in darkness for a long time suddenly raised their heads and caught a glimpse of the sky.
Cheng Yang was stunned in disbelief.
Qing Lingyi noticed that his expression was wrong and asked nervously: "What's wrong?"
Wouldn't he find it unpleasant?
Cheng Yang moved his eyes to her face.
Qing Lingyi was shocked by him: "What's going on?"
Cheng Anle asked from the side: "Dad, is it so delicious that I can't even express it?"
Qing Lingyi thought it was impossible, right?
Cheng Yang said "hmm".
Qing Lingyi was stunned, he actually thought it tasted delicious?
"You are good at medicine and cooking," Cheng Yang said lazily, "You are quite versatile."
Qing Lingyi couldn't believe that Cheng Yang actually praised her.
This is Cheng Yang!
Also, he mentioned medical skills.
She secretly clenched her fists, wondering if she could continue to talk about Aunt Zhao's possible poisoning of Mrs. Xue?
Cheng Yang finished the egg custard in several bites and put down his spoon, "Mother Sun, take little Anle for a walk in the yard."
"Ah?" Cheng Anle doesn't want to go to the yard!
"Huh?" Qing Lingyi also looked up blankly, what are you doing!
But no one dares to disobey the general.
Grandma Sun picked up Cheng Anle and left the pavilion.
Qing Lingyi and Cheng Anle looked at each other from a distance, and they both saw farewell in each other's eyes.
When Grandma Sun turned a corner, the two of them stopped looking at each other.
Qing Lingyi reluctantly looked back and glanced at Cheng Yang quietly.
He said nothing and had no expression on his face.
She couldn't identify his emotions, nor could she guess his thoughts.
After a moment of silence, Qing Lingyi tentatively spoke: "The Aunt Zhao I told you about last time..."
"What?" Cheng Yang looked sideways.
Qing Lingyi pursed her lips and said firmly: "I still think you should be more careful with Aunt Zhao. This is a major matter related to mother's safety."
Cheng Yang chuckled: "I know."
With his words, Qing Lingyi felt better, and asked again: "By the way, big... cough, where is Zhui Feng?"
Cheng Yang said quietly: "Locked up."
Qing Lingyi was stunned for a moment: "So is it closed on weekdays?"
"Yeah, close it."
"Doesn't that mean that Zhui Feng was deliberately released by someone else..."
Qing Lingyi's expression changed drastically.
Cheng Yang looked at her lazily. If she had any brains, she would have figured out that it was him who connived at Zhui Feng.
So what will she do? Question him? Spat him?
If that were the case, Cheng Yang would have broken her neck right now.
Asking Grandma Sun to take Cheng Anle away was precisely to avoid this scene.
"Aunt Zhao, or Ye Tilan!" Qing Lingyi clenched her fists.
"Huh?" Cheng Yang was stunned for a moment.
"You know Aunt Zhao," Qing Lingyi said, "As for Ye Tilan, she is Aunt Zhao's niece and admires you very much. But just two days ago, she said she wanted to come to see you. I refused, but she didn't listen. , so I poured tea on her skirt."
Cheng Yang nodded: "So you suspect that she wants to harm you."
"That's right."
"But have you ever thought," Cheng Yang looked at her with interest, "I raised Zhui Feng, and it might be me who wants to kill you?"
Qing Lingyi was shocked and almost burst into tears.
"General."
While stunned, Wu Liang walked into the pavilion and whispered in Cheng Yang's ear, "Found it."
