Chapter 174
at night
The villa was brightly lit, and the servants had been busy all day preparing dinner for the head of the household when he returned home in the evening.
He Cheng has always preferred Western cuisine, so the chefs in the villa have always preferred Western cuisine to maintain a good image.
However, Lingwu's taste is Chinese, so this week, the Chinese chef, who originally had no opportunity to use his skills, is beaming with joy!
It's actually more enjoyable to get paid without doing any work!
But when you receive double, triple, quadruple, quintuple... and often even receive a smile from your wife, what could compare to this!
He wished he could recite the entire Chinese cookbook backwards!
Therefore, the evening's cuisine was a fusion of Chinese and Western dishes, but the chef who prepared the Chinese food was clearly showing off his skills.
Even without tasting it, just looking at it is like traveling back to a glorious ancient dynasty.
Chef Li, who was preparing Chinese food, bent down and introduced the dishes to Ling Wu one by one. After he finished speaking, he raised his chin towards the kitchen, which was not visible from the restaurant, with his eyes full of pride.
Finally, he whispered to Lingwu, "Madam, tonight's dinner, even if it gets cold, will still be edible, and the taste will be just as good!"
He added in his mind after finishing his sentence: He has every right to be smug! You try letting those Western chefs try it! I hope they can make Mr. [the man] rot tonight! I hope that steak will knock out his teeth!
Let's see if they still dare to say in a sarcastic tone: "Madam loves her husband the most, and she will switch back to Western style when he comes back!"
Thinking about this, he was still unsure.
Ling Wu noticed his worry but didn't try to comfort him. She simply said, "I've never doubted your cooking skills, but you'll need to practice more in the future..."
Lingwu paused slightly.
This startled Chef Li so much that he snapped out of his reverie. "Madam... is it... is there something I didn't do well enough? Or is there not enough variety in the dishes? Just tell me, and I promise to correct it!"
Ling Wu put down the almond milk in her hand, a faint smile playing on her lips. "Isn't it because Zhenzhen is about to surpass you?"
Li Zhenzhen is Chef Li's daughter. She just graduated from university this year. She has a baby face, doesn't talk much but is very considerate.
Several times when she had migraines, it was her medicinal diet that relieved Lingwu's pain a lot.
And his culinary skills are beyond question. Having been exposed to the craft since childhood and furthered his studies at university, his cooking skills are even more remarkable.
Upon hearing this, Chef Li breathed a sigh of relief, a look of pride spreading across his face, his words filled with gratitude towards Ling Wu.
“I really hope Zhenzhen can surpass me, then I'll feel at ease. I also heard from Zhenzhen that you funded her to open a Chinese restaurant, this…”
Seeing that he was so excited that he couldn't speak, Lingwu nodded, "Well, it's not much money anyway, so let's just consider it fulfilling Zhenzhen's wish. You go ahead and get busy. When Hecheng comes back, have Zhenzhen come over to my place and help me set the table."
"Yes, Madam." Chef Li finished speaking and took away the almond milk that Ling Wu had finished.
As soon as the almond milk was served, the jade plates of delicacies on the table were neatly arranged, making it seem as if the hostess had been waiting on an empty stomach.
After finishing her class for the day, He Tingyao went downstairs to the restaurant.
Upon seeing Lingwu, who was so beautiful even while sitting, she exclaimed earnestly, "Mom, you're so beautiful!"
Ling Wu gave her a satisfied look, and He Tingyao was as if she had been touched on the head by a god, excitedly stunned on the spot.
A moment later, she quickly ran up to Ling Wu, her pretty, delicate little face full of joy.
"Mom, are you not angry with Yaoyao anymore?"
The little baby stood in front of me, showing his cutest side, his eyes full of affection.
Ling Wu glanced at her only, then nodded slightly, "Mm."
That's what they said, but they were still very indifferent.
Upon seeing this, He Tingyao's previously tense heart sank to the bottom!
Her mother still hadn't forgiven her.
But where exactly did things go wrong?
Mingming's previous mothers always cared for and loved them unconditionally, no matter what.
Why did it change so suddenly?
Also, she always seemed to love her mother very much, so why did her mother say that she didn't like her that day...?
Moreover, life without a mother is very unhappy and uncomfortable!
Especially during this period, she noticed that Aunt Song often showed impatience, which made her feel even more that her mother was actually the best for them.
But their mother, who loved them the most, no longer loves them...
No! Mom would never not love her. Even if she didn't love her brother, she would never not love her!
Mom is just sad. Once she comforts Mom, Mom will love her again!
After thinking for a moment, He Tingyao smiled sweetly, "Mom, Yaoyao loves you the most. Yaoyao will definitely make Mom happy!"
After she finished speaking, she took a step with her two short legs, turned around, and went upstairs.
When she went downstairs again, He Tinglan, with a complicated expression, followed behind her.
Ling Wu watched with a good mood, waiting to see how He Tingyao would make her happy.
However, instead of calling Ling Wu "Mom" as He Tingyao had said, the little boy calmly asked, "Are you really not a homewrecker?"
As soon as he finished speaking, not only did He Tingyao's expression turn sour, but Song Yue was also so frightened that she hurriedly stepped forward.
"Young Master, what are you saying? Madam was personally brought home by the Master!" If someone is personally brought home, then she's definitely a mistress who's causing trouble. After all, the Young Master didn't know that Miss Banban had already left when she arrived.
After she finished speaking, Ling Wu stared at her with her watery eyes, her red lips slowly repeating what she had said: "I was brought home by He Cheng himself."
After saying that, Lingwu leaned back in her chair, laughing so hard she was shaking.
By the time Song Yue tried to make amends, it was too late, because Ling Wu took the handkerchief Jiang Du handed her, wiped away the misty tears from the corners of her eyes, and then stood up.
Her long velvet dress, resembling a vibrant red rose, cascaded to the ground, making her even more dazzling against her fair skin.
The woman's steps were light, yet each step seemed to tread on the hearts of everyone around her.
Ling Wu stopped in front of He Tinglan, with glistening tears in the corners of her eyes and a slight smile on her lips, like a gentle breeze brushing across a lake, creating ripples.
She leaned down slightly, meeting the little boy's eyes. "He Tinglan, a girl who hasn't even graduated from university, wouldn't be so eager to become someone's...stepmother."
Ling Wu's voice was very soft and gentle, and the word "stepmother" echoed the cold way he had called her that afternoon.
He Tinglan is young, but very intelligent.
If Duan Lingwu hadn't been worried that he would be bullied after skipping a grade, he could have skipped kindergarten and primary school directly, so he would have understood what she was saying.
Thinking of this, Lingwu calmly gathered her thoughts.
But he had already made up his mind. If he wanted to skip a grade, then let him. But he couldn't come back crying after he suffered.
He Tinglan looked directly into Ling Wu's still gentle eyes.
All doubts vanished in those eyes.
He pursed his lips and said nothing.
But Lingwu spread her hands apart, gesturing a distance, and then parted her red lips slightly: "I took care of you when you were only this big."
A blush inexplicably rose on He Tinglan's face, and a hint of reluctance appeared in her eyes.
But Lingwu didn't stop there. Instead, she continued, "Back then, I was in college while taking care of you and Yaoyao."
After speaking, Ling Wu naturally withdrew her hand, her fingertips pausing in mid-air for a moment before landing on He Tinglan's crooked bow tie and straightening it.
“Our Lanlan has always been very smart, you can definitely understand what I mean.”
"Besides... other people are still other people, they don't even pay attention to a bow tie."
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