Seeing Xiao Chen's lost look, Old Wen felt distressed and he quickly held Xiao Chen's hand.
"Child, don't be discouraged. Your parents and relatives love you very much. Believe me, it won't be long before you are reunited."
Xiao Chen nodded, he cheered up and smiled: "Thank you, Mr. Wen."
"I'll remember your favor. If Elder Wen and Aunt Wen have any problems in the future, I, Xiao Chen, will go through fire and water for them."
"Okay, don't say that." Old Man Wen smiled and said, "Your Aunt Wen has recovered. She will be discharged from the hospital tomorrow. You must come to our house as a guest tomorrow."
"Okay, Mr. Wen, I will definitely go there." Xiao Chen nodded.
After separating from Xiao Chen, Old Wen returned to the car.
He closed his eyes for a while before letting out a long breath.
His eyes were a little moist, he wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes and murmured, "What a good child, Xiao Wanli, that bastard."
"You looked down on Xiao Chen for growing up among the common people. Now that you see that Xiao Chen is so capable, you come here to cause trouble. Sooner or later, you will pay the price for your actions."
"Mr. Wen, Xiao Wanli will definitely not give up. Do you need me to do anything?" asked Butler Qin.
"Pay close attention to their movements. We must not make any mistakes at this time." Elder Wen said in a deep voice.
"Xiao Chen's project will definitely shine at the exhibition in a week."
"I understand." Butler Qin nodded gently, opened the car door and walked out.
Wen Yi recovered well. After several rounds of consultations with experts, they confirmed that there was no problem with her eyes, and only then did they dare to discharge her from the hospital.
In a villa in Yanjiao, Wen Yi was wearing an apron and browsing recipes on her phone.
She was trying to cook, even though she had never done any cooking before.
But now, she carefully washes the vegetables she buys and learns to cook according to the recipe.
Her hands were accidentally cut while cutting vegetables, and she put several Band-Aids on both hands.
And she tried countless times this morning.
Take the simplest scrambled eggs with tomatoes for example. The taste is either sour or sweet. After she finally got the taste right, she found that the eggs and tomatoes were mixed together, which looked a bit ugly.
The bowl of braised pork ribs was not burnt into charcoal like at the beginning, but the sugar color was over-fried, and with the addition of dark soy sauce, it was a black bowl.
For the entire morning, Old Wen watched in fear.
Looking at the four dishes and one soup she had painstakingly prepared, Elder Wen pressed his forehead helplessly: "Wen Yi, how about we forget it?"
"Should we ask the nanny to come?"
"No." Wen Yi's tone was a little stubborn: "This is the first time Xiao Chen comes to my house, I must cook for him myself."
"This... is unnecessary." Looking at the bowl of black shredded potatoes, Old Wen really doubted whether his stomach could withstand such a torture.
"It's necessary." Wen Yi said stubbornly, and she shoveled the shredded potatoes out of the pot.
Well, it looks a bit off, but it should be edible.
She thought about it and decided that it would be better to be safe.
She picked up a chopstick and took a bite.
The moment she tasted the sour taste, she lost her composure.
She held the plate of shredded potatoes, feeling a little overwhelmed.
"Look at you, you even deliberately sent the nanny away." Elder Wen said helplessly, "How does it taste?"
"I, I'll make it again." Wen Yi put down the dish on the plate and quickly got new potatoes.
"This is the last one. Xiao Chen will be here soon." Elder Wen kindly reminded: "I can teach you a method."
"What method?" Wen Yi stopped what he was doing.
"Open the group buy app, order a few takeouts, and put them on the plate." Elder Wen said, "What if the child gets sick after eating this?"
"Next time, when your cooking skills have improved, cook a meal for him yourself."
"Oh..." Wen Yi looked at the potato in his hand embarrassedly and had to give up.
Then he took out his mobile phone, opened a group-searching app, and browsed for stores with higher ratings.
Only then did Elder Wen breathe a sigh of relief and said to himself, "Your cooking skills are exactly the same as your mother's."
"A-choo..." An old lady who was praying in a Buddhist temple far away in some famous mountain or river sneezed.
"It must be the old man saying bad things about me behind my back again." The old lady said to herself.
Wen Yi was unable to wait for her takeaway, as Xiao Chen arrived ahead of her.
He was holding a fruit basket and a bouquet of flowers. "Aunt Wen, I'm so sorry I couldn't pick you up from the hospital."
"I wish you good health and a happy smile in the future."
"Xiao Chen, come in quickly." Wen Yi welcomed Xiao Chen in.
She took the flowers from Xiao Chen's hand, holding the bouquet of lilies, her heart filled with joy.
It’s not like she hadn’t received flowers when she was young, but the flowers Xiao Chen sent her were destined to be different from those sent by others.
"Thank you for the flowers, I love them."
"I'm glad you like it." Xiao Chen said with a smile. After entering the villa, he instinctively looked towards the kitchen.
Because the whole living room was filled with the smell of cigarette oil and a burnt smell.
It was obviously the smell of a failed cook, and the smell in the house was so strong that it must have been from more than one attempt.
"Auntie Wen, are you cooking?" Xiao Chen asked with some confusion.
"Ah, no, no..." Wen Yi said hesitantly.
"No?" Xiao Chen was a little unconvinced. Based on his experience, this was the real taste of cooking failure.
"You, don't be so stubborn." Old Wen walked over and said with a smile: "Tell the truth to the child."
"I...I wanted to cook a meal for you." Wen Yi's tone was a little frustrated.
She walked into the kitchen and pointed at the two dishes she had prepared: "This is the dish I tried all morning that's still pretty good."
"You've just started learning to cook, right?" Xiao Chen looked a little strange.
Those two dishes cannot be called dishes in the strict sense.
Because it looks like it cannot be swallowed.
"Yes, it's too difficult to learn at the beginning." Wen Yi looked embarrassed.
"Haha, it's really difficult for someone who has never done any housework to suddenly learn to cook." Old Man Wen laughed.
"What do you want to eat? Let me make it." Xiao Chen rolled up his sleeves.
"You? You can cook?" Wen Yi looked at Xiao Chen with some confusion.
"I know a little bit, but I can only say that my skills are average." Xiao Chen said with a smile: "I grew up with my grandmother, and my goal was to have enough to eat."
“So the dishes I made might not be very exquisite, but I later made a point of learning, and my cooking skills have improved a lot compared to before.”
"How can that be? You're a guest." Wen Yi felt a little embarrassed.
"It's okay." Xiao Chen smiled.
He actually felt that as long as he could eat with Wen Yi, it didn't matter what they ate.
What he cared about was the kind warmth and kindness in Wen Yi.
This was something he had never experienced in either of his previous lives.
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