Chapter 331 Even a little coquetry or jealousy takes so many twists and turns
Lin Shiyuan pulled Yao Qingling to sit down.
Qingling noticed that he was still staring at the charred fish.
From the moment she returned to her room and saw him, his gaze lingered more on the fish than on her.
Qingling didn't say anything, she just stared at him.
Lin Shiyuan watched her for a while, then noticed that she, who was usually very talkative, had suddenly fallen silent. He looked up at her and asked, "Why aren't you saying anything?"
Qingling curled her lips and asked, "Is this fish pretty?"
Lin Shiyuan twitched his lips, raised his hand to rummage around, and found that half of the fish was burnt and inedible. The other side was raw and also inedible.
"How could the Censor's wife have such skills?" he complained, shaking his head. "This fish died for nothing."
Yao Qingling said, "You keep talking about fish and then about dying in vain, but you're probably just hungry, aren't you?"
You can't just say, "I'm hungry, I want to eat something."
She called Lou Yue over and asked her to prepare some food.
Lin Shiyuan ate a snack with his tea.
Putting everything else aside, Yao Qingling has been spending her free time at home making pastries every day.
Lin Shiyuan could be considered to have "turned misfortune into blessing," as she ate quite a lot of the cakes she made herself, such as jujube paste cake, chestnut cake, and bean cake, all kinds of varieties. Even Lin Qiao said she was tired of eating them, but Lin Shiyuan didn't mind. She just stopped eating seven or eight pieces at a time.
Lin Shiyuan said, "I'll see if you have any interest in me."
He recently heard someone say that if a woman is interested in a man, she will pay attention to every aspect of him. Even if there is a tiny, inconspicuous snag on his clothes, she will take them off and mend them.
Yao Qingling was amused by his words: "What are you jealous of?"
He was the one who suggested the grilled fish, and she casually mentioned the idle chatter she had with the Censor's wife. But to his ears, it seemed as if her topic was only Zhan Xingzhuo.
"Okay, then I'll cook you a bowl of noodles myself?" Qingling pretended to get up.
Lin Shiyuan's expression suddenly became complex, as if he was expecting her to make it, yet also conflicted about whether or not he should eat the noodles she made.
The man called out to her, "No need, Lou Yue has already gone to make something to eat."
Yao Qingling snorted: "You think my cooking skills are inferior to Lou Yue's, don't you?"
That jerk, he makes such a roundabout way of acting cute and getting jealous, I don't know where he learned that from.
Lin Shiyuan also found Yao Qingling difficult to deal with, and he didn't want her to be exposed to cooking fumes, so how did it become that he disliked her?
Yao Qingling doesn't care about his friendship; she's going to cure his problem tonight.
She went to the kitchen.
Lou Yue made fried rice with eggs with the remaining rice, and then cooked two side dishes. Just then, Yao Qingling suddenly stepped into the kitchen.
"Miss, it'll be ready soon, why did you come to urge us? Your man won't go hungry." Lou Yue muttered, swinging the shovel rapidly.
Yao Qingling squatted down, looked at the fire in the stove, and said, "I didn't come to rush you."
She glanced at the food preparation area on the other side, then rolled up her sleeves.
Lou Yue served the dishes, and then saw Yao Qingling pour a spoonful of water into the pot. She stared wide-eyed and asked, "Miss, what are you doing?"
Qingling: "It's nothing, you do your thing."
All she wanted to do was cook a bowl of noodles.
Lou Yue blurted out, "So much fried rice and two dishes, isn't that enough? Young Master Lin isn't a pig."
Lin Shiyuan, who came to watch Yao Qingling cook, was speechless.
Lou Yue turned her head and saw the man standing outside the window. She was so frightened that she bit her hand: "Young Master Lin, didn't you hear something?"
After asking the question, without waiting for Lin Shiyuan's reply, she grabbed her ears with both hands and begged for mercy: "Young Master Lin, I was wrong, please punish me."
Lin Shiyuan: "..."
How could he possibly be angry?
Yao Qingling turned around and looked at him with a half-smile.
Lin Shiyuan coughed lightly: "Then you'll be punished. Eat that fried rice and those two dishes."
Lou Yue: "Huh?"
That's it?
Lin Shiyuan deliberately put on a stern face: "Aren't you going yet? You pig."
This is perfect for Lou Yue; she can have it as a late-night snack.
She picked up the tray and ran off quickly to find Xia Chan and He Yin to eat.
Lin Shiyuan walked into the kitchen with his hands behind his back and stood aside watching Yao Qingling make noodles.
He bent down slightly, his head very close to hers, like a big dog.
Yao Qingling desperately suppressed the upward curve of her lips: "Making someone eat is a punishment? Is this punishment or a reward?"
Lin Shiyuan held her in his arms, resting his chin on her shoulder. Yao Qingling shrugged and said, "Get away, I'm cooking noodles for Lord Lin."
Lin Shiyuan persisted, saying, "Those are your people. I, their son-in-law, haven't even entered the family yet. I can't be too harsh on them. Otherwise, with their mouths, they might say a few bad things about you. When will I ever be able to marry you?"
He had heard plenty of bad things said about Zhan Xingzhuo by those girls.
Yao Qingling's lips were barely able to contain her laughter. She turned around and cupped the man's face in her hands: "Why are you so good at talking now? I remember you weren't like this before."
He was a straightforward man, the kind of man who was like a warrior, and he never minced words.
Lin Shiyuan looked at her; the answer was in his eyes.
He said, "Sweet talk is something you learn without a teacher. If you have to say who taught it, it must be the woman who lets him say it."
Of course, this was said in a storybook.
The books Yao Qingling read in prison, she brought back with her after she was released. When Lin Shiyuan came to keep her company, she was asleep, so he casually picked them up and read them.
Although she didn't learn it well, Yao Qingling probably liked it.
Yao Qingling: "..."
She suppressed the goosebumps that were rising all over her body, thinking that she should probably stop talking; she couldn't take it anymore.
But she was also worried that it might hurt him, and that he might go and test the power of these sweet words on other women.
Sweet words are one thing, but with his handsome face, his figure, and his official position, which young lady could resist?
Qingling said, "You can only say these words to me. You are not allowed to say a single word to any other woman."
Lin Shiyuan smiled slightly: "Other women?"
Lin Shiyuan never imagined that one day she would be jealous of nothing, that he had other women.
Yao Qingling glared at him, then released her hands, only to find two small white handprints on his handsome face.
She made people laugh again.
"Hmm, Lin Langjun looks even more handsome now."
The man narrowed his eyes: "Is that so?"
Yao Qingling sensed something was off about his expression and hurriedly tried to run away, but he grabbed her and pulled her back.
He rubbed her face against his, making it white, though not evenly.
Yao Qingling didn't dare look in the mirror, but she accidentally glanced at the water tank.
She kept wiping with her sleeve, while Lin Shiyuan scooped the grime off for her.
But he had been in the south for too long and didn't know how to knead dough. As a result, the dough he made was as hard as a shoe sole and even had a hole in it.
What else can we do?
The wife made the noodles by hand, but the husband came to "mess it up."
In the kitchen, facing a steaming bowl of overly thick noodles, the two looked at each other and, amidst repeated urgings of "You eat," "You eat," they managed to eat together.
Lin Shiyuan couldn't help but secretly think that the fried rice Lou Yue made could actually be kept.
After eating, the two of them didn't leave the kitchen.
The fire was still burning in the stove. Lin Shiyuan found a few sweet potatoes that hadn't been eaten last winter and threw them in to roast.
Yao Qingling leaned against him and warmed herself by the fire, feeling very comfortable.
Lin Shiyuan said, "Do you still remember the iron ore incident?"
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