Chapter 128: Overblown Rainbow Fart
It was two hours later when Lin Rushuang came out of the kitchen after preparing the meal.
She had never felt that cooking was such a tiring task.
In particular, she suddenly forgot how to make braised lion head, and now she has to learn the tutorial online and recall how her mother made it.
Her mother's specialty is braised lion's head.
If the taste He Tingchen wants is not achieved, then this meal is meaningless.
Lin Rushuang carried the dishes to the dining table with a little nervousness, and looked back at He Tingchen who was sitting on the sofa, still obsessed with his mobile phone.
She walked up behind him and called out to him.
"It's time to eat, Mr. He."
He Tingchen paused while typing, then turned around and looked at the rather sumptuous lunch on the table.
He slowly stood up from the sofa, then walked to Lin Rushang, resting his long arms on the armrest of the sofa, his body slightly leaning towards Lin Rushang.
"Sister Lin, why do I feel like the table of dishes you prepared for me today is a bit like the Hongmen Banquet?"
Lin Rushang subconsciously staggered back two steps. Although her expression looked calm, she could feel her heart was about to jump out of her chest.
She pulled the corners of her lips stiffly: "How could that be? If you take over the management rights of the Oasis project, it will be considered as fulfilling my wish."
He Tingchen didn't ask any more questions. He straightened up, looked away, and replied nonchalantly.
"Oh, let's eat then."
Lin Rushang immediately followed He Tingchen towards the dining table. She pursed her lips tightly and started thinking.
He Tingchen's words just now had already blocked her way at the door.
If she mentioned helping him again later, would he be angry?
Lin Rushang walked to the dining table with a nervous heart and sat down. She readjusted her mood. There was no other way but to deal with it as it came.
She picked up the chopsticks, picked up a lion's head and put it into He Tingchen's bowl.
"Try it and see how it tastes. I can't guarantee that I'll make it just like my mom."
If she had known that He Tingchen liked to eat braised lion head, she should have practiced first.
Only by taking good care of He Tingchen's stomach can she achieve twice the result with half the effort.
He Tingchen picked up the food with chopsticks and took a bite. Lin Rushang stared at him nervously. Her heart seemed to be grabbed by someone and she suddenly felt a little breathless.
She looked at him with sparkling eyes: "How is it? Is it unpalatable?"
Lin Rushuang felt that she had never been so nervous even when signing a contract outside. However, He Tingchen didn't say anything, and his facial expressions kept changing. Sometimes he frowned, and sometimes he chewed casually.
Lin Rushang felt that every minute and every second was like a year, and finally she could no longer hold back and asked.
"Can't you just give me a straight answer whether it tastes good or not?"
"good."
He Tingchen gave this comment lightly.
Lin Rushuang couldn't believe it. She spent so much time on it, and he just thought it was okay?
She picked up the chopsticks, picked up a piece and put it in her mouth, and her eyes lit up.
Isn’t this delicious?
Even so, He Tingchen still said that it was just delicious.
But then I thought, who is he?
The ruling god of Yuncheng, he must have eaten lion heads from all over the country. If he really came across a good one, he would not let himself make it.
Lin Rushuang comforted herself in this way.
Anyway, she spent so much time making it, she would never admit that it tasted bad.
An idea suddenly flashed through Lin Rushang's mind. She put down her chopsticks and reached out to take away He Tingchen's plate of lion's head.
His attitude is so cold.
"Since it doesn't suit Mr. He's taste, I'll eat it alone. I feel pretty good eating it."
She was about to bring the lion's head in front of her, but was intercepted by He Tingchen halfway. The man raised his hand and grabbed her wrist.
"Didn't you make it for me? What's the point of taking it away now?"
Lin Rushuang curled her lips, and put the lion head back in front of He Tingchen as if she had just understood.
"Oh, I thought Mr. He didn't like to eat."
He Tingchen picked up his chopsticks and picked up another dish, eating slowly.
"Lin Rushuang, your little thoughts are too obvious in front of me."
Lin Rushuang pulled the corner of her lips indifferently and muttered softly.
"What does it matter? As long as it works."
What He Tingchen ate was quite appetizing, but it was still a little different from the taste before, but it was already 70% similar.
He took a sip of tea and asked casually.
"Have you ever cooked for Li Wenyuan?"
"Of course, do I even need to ask?" When she thought of her previous dog-licking behavior, she wanted to slap herself.
He Tingchen put down the cup and clicked his tongue twice.
"Have you ever learned to cook for him?"
Lin Rushang nodded truthfully.
"Well, he had a stomach problem for a while, but he wasn't used to the porridge sold outside, so I had to make it for him. At first, it just didn't seem right, so I searched everywhere for recipes."
"I get up after five in the morning to make porridge and some of his favorite dishes."
He Tingchen curled the corners of his lips coldly when he heard this.
"I didn't realize Sister Lin is so caring. But Jiang Yuyan has it much easier than you. She just needs to act cute and call out 'Ayuan'."
He Tingchen's words formed a strong contrast in Lin Rushuang's mind.
She could see it herself that Li Wenyuan probably didn't want Jiang Yuyan to get up at five in the morning to cook porridge for him.
However, He Tingchen is really good at killing people and destroying their hearts. His words are always so poisonous that they can break through your critical point and force you to face the cruel reality.
Lin Rushuang could imagine in her mind that if He Tingchen had a child in the future, the child would come back and tell his mother if he was bullied at school.
The mother will definitely work with her child gently to find a solution to the problem.
If it were He Tingchen, he would probably just say it coldly.
[If you can't even solve this little problem, what's the point of living?]
Thinking of what Zhao Xiande said before, He Tingchen had been physically punished by his family since he was a child and had to be put in solitary confinement.
Speaking of solitary confinement, Lin Rushang has a lot of emotional feelings. When she was a child, she would play hide-and-seek with her neighbors and hide in a big cabinet.
But one time, someone locked the cabinet, and she fell into panic at that moment. The suffocating feeling of darkness seemed to swallow her whole.
She was locked in there for two hours. No matter how she cried or shouted, no one came to rescue her.
From then on, she felt that she had claustrophobia. As long as she was locked in a place, she would inexplicably produce endless fear in her mind.
"Are you thinking about how to improve your cooking skills and win Li Wenyuan's heart again?"
When Lin Rushuang came to her senses, she saw that He Tingchen had appeared in front of her without her knowing when. She could even see his pores clearly.
She had never seen a man with such good skin.
She asked curiously: "Mr. He, what skin care products do you use?"
He Tingchen raised the corner of his lips slightly: "Why, are you envious?"
Lin Rushuang almost rolled her eyes. She always ran into He Tingchen's trap for no apparent reason, but there was really nothing she could do. She did have the capital to be proud.
But when I think about the fact that I'll be asking him for something later, it probably won't be too much to flatter him now.
She nodded and looked at He Tingchen with envy.
"Yes, Mr. He, I have never seen a man with such good skin. You are simply the male god of Yuncheng. No wonder so many women want to date you. You are really good."
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