The answer is definitely no, but there is no need for Tang Yin to say it himself. Tang Yuchuan personally pulled Yan Ruomeng out of the quilt.

After embarking on the trip to the villa, Yan Ruomeng was still leaning in the carriage and reciting Tang Yuchuan's crimes.

"You don't even think about eating the food I cook these days."

The alarm bell rang in Tang Yuchuan's heart, no, he had to do something to restore his image.

When the carriage arrived at the village, Tang Yin was completely released as soon as he got off the carriage. He pulled Asan up the tree and into the water. Yan Ruomeng glanced at Tang Yuchuan with a resentful look, rushed into the kitchen and closed the door.

The aroma of chicken soup and duck soup could be heard in the courtyard all day long, but there were no vegetables. Tang Yuchuan was waiting in the courtyard, scratching his head.

At night, seeing that Yan Ruomeng still hadn't come out, Tang Yuchuan also put down his posture and did a swallow on a tile.

In the kitchen, Yan Ruomeng added the clear soup that had been boiled to the cabbage trimmed into lotus shapes again.

Suddenly, the originally closed lotus bloomed.

Liangyu, who was following Yan Ruomeng, saw this scene and marveled, "Master, your cooking skills are really superb."

"Believe me, it will have the same effect if you do it." Yan Ruomeng said frankly.

This is just a plate arrangement, as long as you have hands. The real difference lies in the chef's control of the cooking time of the soup base and the accuracy of the time of blanching the cabbage.

Once again, the dish was cooked, and Yan Ruomeng took a bite, but the taste was still bad. She once again put down her chopsticks in disappointment.

Liangyu didn't understand her loss. She just wanted to make her master happy, so she comforted him in her own way.

"Master, don't be discouraged. The cabbage in this season can be made into pickles and stored in the cellar. It is really not suitable for making hot dishes. Why don't you try making pickles? It will definitely taste better than hot dishes."

Yan Ruomeng's eyes lit up, "One word awakened the dreamer."

Yan Ruomeng suddenly realized that in this cold day, she was actually pursuing fresh cabbage. Isn't this a dream?

Especially in ancient markets, the main purpose was to eat enough. Naturally, the vegetable farmer had to wait until the cabbage had grown to a strong size before selling it, and what she wanted was the cabbage heart that had just grown and was edible.

Only then can the taste of cabbage be worthy of a state banquet.

But where was she going to find the newly grown cabbage? Yan Ruomeng was in a dilemma.

It's definitely too late to plant it now, and it will be a shame.

"Liangyu, do you have any good ideas?"

"I just want to think that it's already late now and you should rest."

Yan Ruomeng looked out the window. It was getting dark and it was really time for her to rest.

"Okay, just relax first." Yan Ruomeng left the kitchen and asked Shang Liangyu to go to Biezhuang Hot Spring.

Tang Yuchuan, who knew why Yan Ruomeng was distressed on the tiles, had a plan in his mind.

The next day, in order to avoid repeating what happened yesterday, Tang Yuchuan let Yan Ruomeng sleep until she woke up naturally. He stood guard at the door of the bedroom to prevent Yan Ruomeng from getting into the kitchen after waking up.

Of course, he alone is not convincing enough.

He looked at Tang Yin, who was playing with crickets in the corner, and wondered in his heart, was he hiring child labor?

When the sun was hitting three shots, Yan Ruomeng finally had enough energy to open the bedroom door.

Hearing a "squeak" sound, Tang Yin, who was squatting in the corner fighting crickets, got up and ran over with a gust of wind.

"Mom, you're finally awake. You didn't play with me yesterday, but you must play with me today."

Yan Ruomeng reluctantly pulled away the little dumpling stuck to her body and said, "I still have business to do. You ask Ah San and your father to play with you."

Tang Yin was stunned. His father didn't teach him the next lines, so the little boy turned his attention to Tang Yuchuan for help.

Tang Yuchuan felt completely uncomfortable when he saw him. He coughed and said reluctantly, "It's hard to come out for fun. Are you sure you want to waste all your time in the kitchen?"

"What should I do if I don't waste it? In five days, I have to hand over my things. If I lose, I will be the one who is embarrassed."

"Then do you have any clues to win?"

Yan Ruomeng rubbed his chin and thought, "Not yet, but I plan to change the soup base to seafood. Pure wild seafood tastes much more delicious than artificially raised seafood. The soup brewed in this way may surprise me, but it's a pity.

The taste of cabbage is a problem that I can’t overcome for the time being.”

Tang Yuchuan walked to Tang Yin and took him off Yan Ruomeng, "Isn't this it? Since you can't conquer it, it's a waste of time for you to stay in the kitchen. Why not have a good time? You've had enough.

, just come back and cook it, I will ask someone to prepare the seafood for you, and when we come back later, you can make a pot of seafood soup."

Tang Yin, who was pulled off Yan Ruomeng's body, consciously took Yan Ruomeng's hand with one hand, and held the other hand in Tang Yuchuan's hand.

Feeling the soft and warm little hands on her hands, Yan Ruomeng's heart softened unconsciously, "That's fine, I just play with my son. The worst is, I'll be embarrassed. I'll open the restaurant in Liangzhou."

Yan Ruomeng reached out and pinched Tang Yin's face, "Let's go, what do you want to play, Goudan? I'll accompany you."

It is best to throw sandbags or something that can enhance exercise.

"Let go of the kite!" the child said calmly.

Yan Ruomeng admitted that she was a little disappointed, but seeing her son so determined, she also made a longing expression.

"Okay, let's go fly the kites right now."

From an angle that Yan Ruomeng couldn't see, Tang Yin smiled bitterly. He obviously wanted to throw sandbags, but he blamed his father. He said that he wanted to take care of his mother, but in his heart, he wanted to fly kites, but his mother seemed to like it.

He doesn't mind anymore.

In the vast back hill of Villa, Yan Ruomeng and her son dragged a paper kite and ran like crazy. They ran back and forth several times, but they couldn't see the kite flying high.

Tang Yuchuan held his forehead. Didn't this person even look at the direction of the wind while flying the kite?

As if sensing the contempt from Tang Yuchuan, Yan Ruomeng stood there with his hands on his hips and said, "You go ahead!"

Tang Yuchuan walked up to her and took the kite from her hand. He was really good at it.

After determining the direction of the wind, Professor Tang, who was accustomed to being elegant, could not hold the kite and run across the mountains, so the kite failed to fly again.

Tang Yin squatted aside and shouted with a straight face, "Why are you not as good as Ah San? He put the kite up for me in one go."

Yan Ruomeng and Tang Yuchuan glanced sideways at their son, then looked at each other again.

No, they couldn't let their son look down on them. The two of them nodded tacitly, and Yan Ruomeng took the kite again.

So, under the guidance of Professor Tang, Yan Ruomeng's paper kite finally took off.

The two adults also discovered the fun of Tang Yinle's straight clapping, and the threads of the paper kite kept changing in the hands of the three of them.

But how can this paper kite be put down forever?

Tang Yuchuan touched his stomach. He had dealt with two people casually yesterday, but he couldn't deal with them again today.

He glanced at the secret guard in the distance, and the man understood.

Yan Ruomeng was confused, "What did you ask him to do?"

I always feel like it's not a good thing.

Tang Yuchuan pointed to the sun, "It's getting late, it's time to eat something."

"What about the paper kite? It was hard to put it up."
Chapter completed!