Chapter 166: Cooking Soup for You
"When I see you frown, I become unhappy too."
Tong Wanwan's words blurted out not only stunned Elvis, but also shocked herself when she realized it belatedly.
This sentence really doesn't sound like something that would be said by a "friend".
Tong Wanwan seemed to be thinking about something.
She always felt that her body had subconsciously given the answer to the things that had been bothering her during this period.
"……good."
Elvis rolled his Adam's apple and pursed his lips into a straight line, barely able to suppress his overly obvious pleasure.
Not knowing what to say, he dryly changed the subject, "Are you hungry?"
Hearing this, Tong Wanwan finally felt the strange feeling of hunger in her stomach. If she stayed any longer, her stomach would probably start to growl.
"Wanwan," Elvis frowned again, observing something keenly, "Didn't you eat anything this morning?"
Tong Wanwan: “…Yeah.”
This time, she didn't dare to press the small wrinkle between his brows with her fingers.
"Let's go eat, it's almost ready."
The Marshal's mansion was large, and the staff were numerous, but they all went about their work quietly. The large residence, devoid of much laughter and chatter, inevitably seemed a little empty.
only……
When Tong Wanwan saw several hot dishes on the table in the restaurant, her thoughts changed.
The lunch prepared by the chef was just a few home-cooked dishes, which was a little different from the beautiful and luxurious appearance of the mansion. However, these home-cooked dishes were presented and arranged in a very romantic way.
And she took a look: steamed sea bass, Wensi tofu soup... they were all her favorites, and she would often make them at home.
Did Mr. Marshal write this down specifically and ask the chef to cook it for them?
Tong Wanwan took a bite of the fish and tasted it. It melted in her mouth and was incredibly delicious. Although this dish was simple to prepare, if it was cooked well, it still had an exceptional flavor.
"So delicious!" Tong Wanwan praised it endlessly, her hands moving non-stop as she reached out to the other plates.
Elvis paused holding the chopsticks, and the corners of his lips curled up slightly.
"Eat more if you like."
At this time, the cook had just prepared the after-dinner dessert and brought the small cake to the table with a bright smile on her face.
He even accidentally revealed the patriarch's achievements: "I'm so glad that Miss Tong likes it. This sea bass was steamed by Lord Ives himself, and this Wensi tofu soup was also cut by him personally..."
Ives: “!”
"Cough." He coughed lightly and immediately glanced over, trying to stop the cook from chattering.
Auntie was startled, then forced a smile that said, "I understand, I understand, I understand very well," mistakenly thinking that Master Ivis wanted her to get straight to the point. "Miss Tong, you may not know that for today's meal, Master Ivis fried and boiled so much ingredients that it could fill up the small pond in the backyard! He even accidentally cut his finger while practicing cutting vegetables the day before yesterday..."
Now that things have come to this, shouldn’t Miss Tong feel a little sorry for the head of the family?
"Aunt He." Elvis lowered his voice and warned in a cold tone.
But if you look closely, you will find that his body is stiff and his fingers are frozen.
"Okay, okay, I won't say anymore. I'm going to work." The cook left happily.
As he walked, he secretly looked back and thought: Lord Elvis is really reserved. He is willing to cook for Miss Tong, but is too embarrassed to say it out loud.
You are still young.
When it comes to love, you can't just do it without saying anything.
After the cook left, Tong Wanwan turned her head to look at Elvis, her eyes filled with worry.
"Mr. Marshal, is your hand okay?"
It hurts a lot if you cut your hand while cutting vegetables.
If it was just a minor scratch, it wouldn't be serious. But Elvis was accustomed to using the knife in a bold and decisive manner. I'm afraid this wound was not just a small scratch... but a literal cut.
"Can I take a look at your hand?" She was really worried, so she moved her chair and sat much closer to him.
The silver-haired man put down his chopsticks without hesitation and stretched out both hands.
His hands were more than twice as large as Tong Wanwan's, with broad palms and distinct joints. One could imagine how beautiful these hands would look when wearing gloves or holding a gun.
Tong Wanwan blinked and looked left and right, but couldn't see any scars.
After scanning the area for a few times, she finally realized—
This is a world with super advanced healing technology.
No matter how serious the internal or external injuries are, it will only take a few minutes or hours to heal by putting the treatment device in and lying in the treatment cabin.
As long as the instrument is used and treatment is received in time, no trace will be left on the body.
She forgot about this because she suddenly started to panic.
But why didn't Mr. Marshal remind her...
Thinking of this, Tong Wanwan raised her eyes in confusion and suddenly met Elvis's eyes.
The lights in the restaurant were bright, and she could clearly see the silver-haired man's drooping eyelashes, as if only her golden pupils were reflected, clear and warm.
Suddenly their eyes met, the man suppressed the emotion in his eyes. He turned his gaze and cast his eyes on the smooth palm of his hand, which had healed the wound.
Inexplicably, Tong Wanwan saw a hint of regret on his face.
This discovery made her both angry and amused.
What are you regretting, Marshal? Are you regretting healing your hand?
If it leaves scars, you should regret it even more.
"I'm very happy to be able to eat the meal made by Mr. Marshal today," Tong Wanwan said frankly, "It's very delicious, much better than what I cook."
This statement is not intended as a compliment.
To be able to achieve such deliciousness in such a short time, one can imagine how many times Mr. Marshal must have experimented privately before gradually becoming proficient and finally succeeding.
"only……"
Tong Wanwan paused slightly, waiting for the silver-haired man to raise his curled eyelashes and look at her very intently.
She sighed softly and continued talking.
"Mr. Marshal, could you please be a little more careful?"
Some words that sounded very ambiguous and intimate to others, when uttered by Tong Wanwan, would seem unusually normal. It was as if...when she stopped being "straightforward," that was when she became abnormal.
She said seriously: "I don't want to see Mr. Marshal get hurt."
Especially... the injuries he suffered while doing something for her.
Ives was silent for a moment.
After a moment, the man replied softly, "Okay."
He moved his fingers imperceptibly.
I always feel that the place where the girl glanced at is burning.
(End of this chapter)
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