Xu Xiangxue acted as if she didn't understand Sheng Wanwan's words, and nodded and said, "That's good. Your uncle is a person who only does things but doesn't talk. If I don't speak for him, how can you understand his painstaking efforts."

At this time, grandma Zhu Wenpei came down from upstairs holding Xiao Shanshan.

Sheng Wanwan put away the bracelet and asked the servant to help her put it away. Then she stepped forward and teased the little one, "Shanshan, do you miss your sister?"

"Hey..."

The little guy liked this sister very much. He spit bubbles at her and made babbling noises while waving his chubby little hands.

Little Shanshan is well-raised, white, plump, pink and tender, and can even tease people, not to mention how cute she is.

After teasing, the light in Sheng Wanwan's eyes dimmed.

If the child in her belly could be born, would it be more like her or more like Ling Xiao?

Will he be as cute as Shanshan?

Sheng Wanwan stretched out her hand to bring Xiao Shanshan over, but Sheng Siyuan dodged away without leaving a trace, reminding her in a low voice, "Look after what's in your belly."

Sheng Wanwan fainted from abdominal cramps last night. She had seen Hong again before. Her pregnancy was unstable and she had to protect her carefully if she wanted to stay.

Sheng Wanwan was startled and took her hand back, "I'll go to the kitchen to have a look."

When he walked into the kitchen, he saw Tang Yuanming chopping onions.

He was wearing a white shirt, with his sleeves rolled up, and a black apron tied around his waist. He was holding green onion seedlings in one hand and holding a sharp knife in the other, with a focused expression.

The man who used to be dignified and arrogant now feels more peaceful.

This scene made Sheng Wanwan feel a little dazed, and she suddenly thought of Ling Xiao. She remembered that when she was in Ling Mansion, Ling Xiao had rolled up his sleeves and put on an apron to cook for her.

Why is it said that men are most attractive when they are working and cooking?

It’s because of this concentration and tranquility.

Ling Xiao was like this at that time, with the aura of fireworks clinging to his body, the usual coldness receded, and he became no longer out of reach.

Maybe it was at that time that she fell in love with him.

"Oh, you don't cut it horizontally like that, you have to cut it vertically. Steamed fish has to be cut into thin strips to make it look good."

Mrs. Sheng's voice came, and while she was preaching, she walked towards Tang Yuanming, "Cut the green onion leaves one by one, fold them in half... Yes, that's it, then chop it a little thinner."

Tang Yuanming was a military officer, and his work was more meticulous than ordinary people. Mrs. Sheng quickly nodded with satisfaction, "Not bad, thin and even, better than me."

Sheng Wanwan leaned against the door and watched Tang Yuan meditate on Ling Xiao. She remembered that the potatoes shredded by Ling Xiao were thin and neat, which showed that he had good knife skills.

"Wanwan?"

Mrs. Sheng discovered Sheng Wanwan and gave her habitual instructions, "Since you're back, come in and help, and teach Ah Ming by the way."

The picture in Sheng Wanwan's mind was burst like a bubble, returning to reality, and the ripples in her heart disappeared.

Why would she think of Ling Xiao?

Tang Yuanming looked at Sheng Wan Wan, with a charming smile on his lips, and the light in his eyes was as gentle as water, "Wan Wan won't think I'm stupid, right?"

Sheng Wanwan reluctantly raised the corner of her mouth and walked towards Tang Yuanming, "You have always been smart and know a little bit about everything. I believe it won't be long before you can hold a big spoon."

She looked around, gave him a carrot and two green peppers, and said perfunctorily, "Cut them into thin strips."

After explaining, he turned around and went to help Mrs. Sheng.

Tang Yuanming didn't say anything and started to deal with it quietly. After a while, his voice sounded in the kitchen, "Wan Wan, it's done. Come and see if this works."

So fast?

Sheng Wanwan twitched her eyebrows, walked towards him, and couldn't help showing admiration, "...very good."

It’s so shocking. Are all men so good at swordsmanship?

Tang Yuanming's shredded carrots are as good as Ling Xiao's shredded potatoes!

"Is there anything else you want to cut?"

The light in Sheng Wanwan's eyes made Tang Yuanming feel proud.

Sheng Wanwan said, "...gone."

Brother Ming thinks it’s fun, and he’s addicted!

Ling's Group

On the weekend, it was past get off work time, and the whole company was empty and silent.

Ling Xiao was sitting in front of the computer. The hand he placed on the mouse had several blisters on the back of his hand, and the surrounding skin was red.

Feng Yue looked at the blisters on the back of Ling Xiao's hands and felt increasingly uneasy, "Boss, let's go to the hospital. If you really don't want to go, can I help you apply some ointment?"

Feng Yue didn't understand what Ling Xiao was thinking. The burn was so serious that he didn't even apply ointment. Wouldn't it hurt?

It hurts and is burning.

But Ling Xiao didn't want to take care of it and was not in the mood.

After getting no response for a long time, Feng Yue could only withdraw. As soon as he turned around, he heard Ling Xiao's voice coming from behind, "What time is it?"

Feng Yue quickly turned around and said, "It's just after six o'clock."

In late autumn, the sky outside is starting to get dark at this point.

Ling Xiao's face suddenly darkened, and he said without thinking, "It's time to eat."

I wonder how Tang Yuanming’s cooking skills are?

Feng Yue didn't know what Ling Xiao was thinking. He thought he was hungry and immediately said, "Is the boss going back to his house?"

Ling Xiao nodded, "Well, give Butler Bai a call and clean the kitchen. I'm going to cook tonight."

Feng Yue's mouth twitched, "But your hands..."

Ling Xiao didn't even frown and said calmly, "A little injury doesn't matter."

A little injury?

The blisters on the back of my hands are almost bursting!

Feng Yue didn't dare to say anything more, he just felt that his boss was too unusual today.

On the way back, Feng Yue couldn't help but glance at Ling Xiao in the rearview mirror. His brows furrowed tighter and tighter, and he could pinch a fly to death.

Ling Xiao raised his burned hand and looked at it, sometimes lightly poking it with his fingers, having a great time.

Feng Yue felt like the sky was about to collapse: What should I do? His boss seems to be possessed by an evil spirit...

And the situation is very, very serious!

Feng Yue sped up and soon returned to Ling Mansion.

After getting out of the car, Ling Xiao threw his coat to Butler Bai, rolled up his sleeves and went to the kitchen.

Butler Bai wanted to follow up and give Ling Xiao a blow, but was pulled aside by Feng Yue.

"What's wrong with this?"

Feng Yue's heavy expression startled Butler Bai.

Feng Yue held on to Butler Bai's hand with a serious look on his face, "Butler Bai, my boss is under tremendous pressure during this period. You must keep an eye on him. If there is anything abnormal, you must be the first to report it."

Let me know when it's time."

Butler Bai was silent for more than ten seconds after hearing this. He very calmly raised his hand and touched Feng Yue's forehead. Then he bent his finger and tapped it hard, "I think you are the one who is under too much pressure. That's my family."

Master, do you think there is anything he can't bear?"

Feng Yue covered his forehead, tears welling up from the pain. He was so aggrieved, "Butler Bai, I'm serious. Go and look at the back of my boss's hand. It's covered in blisters. If you don't apply medicine,

You don’t want to go to the hospital, but you still want to cook, do you think it’s normal?”

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