Dinner time.

When Jin Yiqian returned to the villa, the dishes and chopsticks had been prepared in the dining room, but there was no dinner.

In the kitchen, all the servants were blocking the door, looking anxiously at the people who were busy in the kitchen.

"Young Madam, why don't we do it?" A servant quickly stepped forward and wanted to take something from Lin Nianchu's hand.

Lin Nianchu didn't want to but turned sideways and avoided the servant's hand: "You said I would cook this meal, and I will cook it."

Everyone looked at each other, not knowing what to do for a moment.

"What are you doing?"

Wu Zheng pushed Jin Yiqian towards the kitchen and asked loudly.

All the servants turned sideways one after another. One of the servants was hit by the shoulder of the person in front of him. He tilted his body and accidentally stepped on Lin Nianchu's feet.

Lin Nianchu was in pain and suddenly lost her center of gravity. The hot casserole in her hand was about to be thrown out of her hand, and she poured it all at herself.

Fortunately, Jin Yiqian suddenly stretched out his hands and held the other section of the casserole.

The handle of the hot casserole was so hot that a layer of fine blisters appeared on the tips of Jin Yiqian's fingers.

Lin Nianchu saw Jin Yiqian's fingertips suddenly turn red, and his heart trembled.

Just as she was about to reach out, Jin Yiqian had already handed the casserole to Wu Zheng, grabbed Lin Nianchu's little hand, and looked around worriedly.

Seeing that she was not injured, he let out a sigh of relief and looked a little relieved.

The next second, Jin Yiqian's cold eyes suddenly fell on the servants.

His eyes were sharp, and his eyes were like knives. He walked around everyone's body and said coldly: "The Jin family did not hire you here just to let the young lady do things."

"Are you all dead?"

All the servants were startled, looked at each other, and all of them were trembling.

Lin Nianchu held Jin Yiqian's wrist with his backhand, looked carefully around the servant, then grabbed his wrist and shook it gently twice, and whispered: "I'm fine, don't worry, I have to do it myself."

Jin Yiqian raised his eyebrows, glanced at Lin Nianchu, and nodded to Wu Zheng.

Wu Zheng received the order and immediately left with the servants.

Soon only Lin Nianchu and Jin Yiqian were left in the kitchen.

Jin Yiqian then looked around the kitchen.

There are used pots and pans everywhere in the kitchen, as well as several dishes that have been prepared.

"Did you do all of this?" Jin Yiqian raised his eyebrows and looked at Lin Nianchu, his eyes filled with both distress and confusion.

The latter's face suddenly turned red, his head was half lowered, his hands were folded in front of him, and his right hand was nervously pulling the back of his left hand. He only used his peripheral vision to carefully look at Jin Yiqian, and nodded slowly.

"Chu'er can you still do this?"

Jin Yiqian, who just looked like a ghost killing King Luo, now looked at Lin Nianchu with tender eyes, full of pride.

Lin Nianchu was a little embarrassed to be stared at by him.

She lowered her head, her little feet drew circles on the ground nervously, and opened her mouth. Only then did she realize that the words were stuck in her throat, but she couldn't say a word.

Lin Nianchu coughed twice, cleared his voice, and looked at Jin Yiqian carefully from the corner of his eye: "Lin Zhencheng and Lin Yirou came here today."

In front of Jin Yiqian, she always called the Lin family only by their first names.

Jin Yiqian didn't show any strange expression, he just said lightly, still looking at the kitchen, as if he was admiring the food.

Lin Nianchu stepped forward and squatted in front of Jin Yiqian, held his hand, raised his head half-way, stared at Jin Yiqian, and said softly: "You asked them to apologize, right?"
Chapter completed!