Zi Ge was really to die for, didn’t dare to stay longer, finished brewing the tea and hurriedly turned into the kitchen holding the vegetables she had just finished choosing.
Lan Yu Feng and Mo Simin were in the middle of a heated conversation when they heard a shout from the kitchen and the chopper fell to the floor with a ‘pound’ sound. That sound echoed in the house, but it was scary enough.
Mo Simin was so shocked that she immediately sat up and was about to get up, but she didn’t know that there was a silhouette that was faster than her. Lan Yu Feng had already gotten up and walked out two steps, “You sit down, I’ll go take a look.”
Looking at that figure, Mo Simin nodded with satisfaction. It seemed that this lad was really nervous about his daughter.
The chopper narrowly missed the edge of her foot, and Zige was genuinely shocked.
Pale, she stood at the edge of the runner. One inch off and she might have lost this foot.
“Injured?” The question, low, with a rare hint of tension.
It was at the sound of the voice that she glanced sideways as an afterthought.
He saw Lan Yu Feng walk in, and he didn’t take his cane, his eyebrows were tugged, and he was staring at her with sunken eyes. Zi Ge was startled and hadn’t returned to her senses.
He approached, picked the kitchen knife up, and looked around, seeing no blood, before his face soothed a bit.
“What the hell?”
“I … I just got my hand caught in a crab, so I didn’t hold the knife steady.” Zige explained, still still having palpitations.
Lan Yu Feng grabbed her hand and looked at it. Sure enough, the index finger was pinched red.
“You do the other dishes, I’ll get this.” He let go of her hand and searched, catching a glimpse of the crabs still crawling in the sink, waving their pincers.
“You get it? Can you?” Ziggy was skeptical.
“No.” He didn’t hold back and asked her, “Is it going to be clean?”
“Uh-huh. Take this brush.” Ziggy handed over a small brush, “Why don’t you help me carry their tongs and I’ll brush?”
Lan Yu Feng was not polite and nodded his head. With a smooth hand, he fished out a crab, his long fingers easily pinching the two pincers and grabbing them in front of her, “You do it.”
Looking at his series of smooth movements, Zige couldn’t help but laugh lowly.
“What are you laughing at?” Lan Yu Feng glanced at her.
Ziggy said as she brushed, “You’re actually quite talented.”
“It’s you that’s stupid these little things are great to deal with.”
Ziggy was so annoyed that she poked the back of his hand with the brush and protested, “I’m complimenting you, you should politely compliment me back instead of undermining me.”
“I’m telling the truth. Here, help me roll up my sleeves.” Lan Yu Feng stretched his arm towards her, the movement couldn’t be more natural.
Zige looked at him and her heart floated. After hurriedly washing his hands and wiping them clean, he helped him roll up his sleeves.
His arms were strong and sturdy, and Zi Ge’s fingertips slid over his skin, the hot temperature branding her fingertips to tremble slightly. Her heart was throbbing, and even her movements became a little more awkward.
“That’ll do.” It took a long time to roll up both sleeves. Not daring to look at his scowl, she only looked down for the brush, which he snatched away again.
“You do the other dishes, this one I learned, I’ll do it.” He said, but really grabbed the other one and easily pressed it down on the veggie table. Looking at that handsome side face, Zige raised her lips.
This man, he actually has this side.
“What are you waiting for? Do it.” Lan Yu Feng looked up and urged her when he saw that she was looking at him in a daze.
Zige returned to her senses and hurriedly looked away from her eyes to go. Her eyelashes fluttered lightly, and she lowered her head to work on another dish.
Occasionally, sideways glances sneak a couple of glances at him. He looked serious, occasionally frowning, and even if it was only in profile, it was exceptionally charming.
Lan Yu Feng …
He must not have known that even with his sleeves rolled up in the kitchen, he was still just as graceful and remarkable as he was when he stood at the stove and busied himself.
“Seen enough?” He suddenly raised his head, catching her disoriented gaze squarely. Zi Ge one, don’t turn your face away. Did this man have a pair of eyes born on top of his head as well?
“I … just wanted to see if you were done washing.” She explained, stumbling. What a disgrace! The dish almost burned!
“Right away, two more.” He went back to concentrating on his own.
Zige hurriedly turned the dish over and pursed her lips. “Just wash it and throw it in the steamer.”
“Uh-huh.”
Zige tossed it around and looked at Lan Yu Feng again, “Thank you.”
“This?” He raised the crab in his hand.
“Of course not.” Zige shook her head and sighed, “My mom hasn’t been in the best of spirits lately. If you hadn’t come, maybe I wouldn’t have seen her smile today. Do you usually watch TV dramas too?”
“Never look.”
Sure enough …
He should be incompetent in accepting such hobbies as women.
“So isn’t it hard to talk to Mom about this?”
“No.” Lan Yu Feng shook his head, “Taking a serious look at it, it’s actually not as bad as I thought.”
Ziggy laughed a little, “You promised my mom an autograph and she’ll keep it in mind.”
“Well, I’ll remember and have it delivered tomorrow.”
It’s just a matter of asking for a few celebrity autographs, but it’s just a phone call away.
Zi Ge remembered that she was able to coax her mother to be happy, and her heart was slightly more relieved. Watching him again as he neatly arranged the hairy crabs one by one in the steamer, she thought for a moment, but still spoke, “I have something I want to discuss with you.”
Lan Yu Feng raised his head, “You want to come back every day to be with your mother and not go to be with Little Douzi at night?”
He guessed his mind at once, and Zige was still shocked for a moment.
“Well …” she nodded, “although I don’t want to let go of Little Bean’s side, and I know he’s very dependent on me, but … there’s no way I can leave my mom alone to person to live here, I’m just afraid that there’s something she can’t figure out.”
Her words, they made sense, and come to think of it, there were no words he could say to deny her.
“It’s not convenient for you to live here for work, and I have a better way to bring your mom over to live with me.”
Zige shook her head almost immediately, “No, my mom isn’t used to living in a house that big, she’s definitely going to be scared. Besides …”
She pursed her lips, “How are we going to explain our relationship, and Little Bean, to my mom when the time comes?”
It’s not like she’s his who. It’s just a matter of living there yourself and bringing your mother there, it doesn’t feel right no matter how you think about it …
“I gave you my best offer, convincing your mother is your business. Aren’t you worried about your mother? With so many people at home keeping an eye on her, she’ll be fine. Besides, there’s usually a little bean that she’ll love to distract her. As for how to explain our relationship …”
He paused for a moment, his eyes looking directly at her, “You could simply say that Little Bean is your son.”
He traced his finger between them and added, “You and I had them.”
Listening to his words, Zige simply didn’t faint. “Unreliable!” She didn’t even think about it that way, and only took Lan Yu Feng’s words as a joke and listened to them.
Lan Yu Feng couldn’t help but look at her twice more.
It’s so curious to see how the women who are now in complete disbelief of his words will react when they know the truth.
Resentment, hatred?
Zige probed outside the kitchen and sighed again, “I have to persuade my mom to quit her job first in the next few days. When the time comes, whether you’re happy about it or not, I’ll have to stay with my mom first.”
Lan Yu Feng didn’t say anything else. What comes after that, comes after that. It was a simple matter to convince her.
Pray away the contempt. The dinner for three people did not have the luxurious and delicious food at home, but her cooking skills were really not bad, and it was not much worse than a chef’s cooking. So Lan Yu Feng also ate with relish.
Mo Simin also gradually talk more, much more cheerful. Zige tried to talk to her about resigning, and Mo Simin agreed to consider it. Knowing that she is not able to completely put down the work, can temporarily have a support is also good, Zi Ge will not be in a hurry to persuade.
Has been accompanying his mother to watch TV until late at night, worried that Lan Yu Feng bored, intentionally let him go first. But he did not go, but sat next to Mo Simin, accompanied her to chat.
Mo Simin apparently had long forgotten what she had said about him not being suitable as a boyfriend, and repeatedly praised Zi Ge for having a good eye. Zige listened with black lines all over her head, not daring to say anything.
By the time the play ended, it was already past 10pm. Zi Ge went into his room to coax his mother to go to bed, and when Lan Yu Feng’s cell phone rang twice, he walked to a side terrace to listen to the call.
Su Chen went crazy on the other side of the phone, “Feng, tell me what on earth are these women thinking?”
“How much did you drink?” Lan Yu Feng sank his eyes to look downstairs, “Aren’t you the best with women, why do you ask such idiotic questions?”
“I’m good with women, but I was damned to fall into her hands, Xi Sujie!” Su Chen’s tone was all sadness and loneliness.
That kind of loneliness, I’m afraid, is hard for people to imagine. The great young master, who was arched in the hands of many women, would also have such emotions.
“She’s the woman who made you fall so hard you barely got up?”
“Well …,” Su Chen didn’t want to admit something so faceless, but he also had to tell the truth.
“If you can fall once, it’s not strange to fall a second time.” Lan Yu Feng was not the least bit surprised, his tone flat.
“Hey! How can you make it sound so easy? Damn it! This woman has brought a man home again!” Su Chen was so angry that he slapped the steering wheel over there.
It seemed that he was baba-guarding her downstairs for excitement.
“Self-inflicted.” Lan Yu Feng has always had nothing good to say, “There is a fiancée who prefers not to, prefers to hold his heart over, and willingly lets her stab him again. Who can you blame?”
As Lan Yu Feng’s words came out, over there, Su Chen didn’t squeak for a long time.
Only, slightly heavy breathing.
“I’m probably poisoned … and, it’s not shallow …” It was only after a long time that Su Chen was heard to sigh out a sentence over there in a light and inaudible way. After a pause, then asked, “Feng, you say … how about I can catch her dead?”
The flowery young master came to ask him, a person who never talked about love, this kind of question, and he was also really at the end of the road in love.
Lan Yu Feng looked back at the brightly lit interior, watching Zi Ge’s figure busily packing up her things. He pursed his lips and deepened his eyes, “Don’t hold on to the thread too tightly, loosen it once in a while and then hold on to it, so she’ll know how important you are.”
Su Chen was silent for a long time, as if he was experiencing the meaning of these words.
“The first time I saw the program was when I was a young man. Lan Yu Feng reminded him slyly, “If you don’t hang up the phone again, your woman might really be rolling in bed with someone right now.”
“Shit!” Su Chen returned to his senses, cursed without regard for his image, and immediately and roughly put the phone down.
Ziggy had already packed up her things and looked over toward him. Seeing that he had also hung up the phone, he gestured at him, signaling that he could go.
He then joined her, easing his way out.
“Sleeping?” He asked before entering the elevator.
“Uh-huh. I’m in a good mood today.” Ziggy also felt a lot of relief in her heart.
Lan Yu Feng nodded slightly. Thinking of Su Chen, he dug up some information for him, “Your friend has a boyfriend?”
“You mean Suje?”
“Uh-huh.”
“Are you asking for Su Chen?”