Honey-colored giants: Ex-wife is too hard to quit

Chapter 96 Familiar Taste

Lan Dailin had even forgotten that Ling Shao was watching her.

All the memories about this house appeared in her mind, those sweet, painful, sour, happy, all kinds of memories flooded her mind, making her consciousness extremely chaotic.

A simple apron brought back all the dusty memories of her past and the emotions that had been suppressed in her heart for many years.

"Are you OK!"

Ling Shao was secretly taken aback by Lan's unusual treatment of Lin, and his eyes shone with a breathtaking light.

"No... I'm fine!" Lan Dailin suddenly woke up, looked at Ling Shao in front of her, and suddenly realized how dangerous she was just now.

Almost, she was going to be completely exposed in front of Ling Shao's eyes.

If Ling Shao hadn't woken her up suddenly, she would definitely not be able to hold back the tears streaming down her face looking at the somewhat whitish washed apron.

This apron was bought by Ling Shao himself a few days before their wedding.

During the four years they were married, she would wear the apron every day in the kitchen.

It can be said that this apron has witnessed their happiness, Ling Shao's betrayal, the baby's death, and their marriage that came to an end.

She thought that Ling Shao had already discarded the apron, but she didn't expect that three years later, he still kept it.

The traces of folding can be clearly seen on the apron. The total traces are very obvious, obviously, it seems that it has been placed for a long time, and she can even smell a faint old smell on the apron through the air.

Why did Ling Shao keep this apron, why didn't he throw it away?

Is this apron really that important to him?Or is Zhao Zixuan really that important to him?

An apron that Zhao Zixuan once used, and he also treasured it?

Lan felt a little unbelievable to Lin, and couldn't believe it.

Although more than three years have passed, she still clearly remembers the look in Ling Shao's eyes when she bumped into Ling Shao and Zhao Yun together that day.

His eyes were cold, without a trace of emotion.

Even when she was in a state of confusion and wanted to fight Zhao Yun desperately, she stood resolutely in front of Zhao Yun and told her coldly: With him around, no one can hurt Zhao Yun.

If he really cared so much about Zhao Zixuan and their marriage, why did he do that in the first place?
He didn't hesitate to beat her for this, leaving a scar on her forehead that can't be wiped out even today?
Thinking of the scar on her forehead, Lan Dailin subconsciously wanted to stroke it.

But when she found that Ling Shao had been looking at her with a half-smile, she immediately realized that she couldn't, couldn't do that.

The scar on his forehead that was almost perfectly concealed by the foundation was a flaw, a huge flaw.

With Ling Shao's shrewdness, if he found her stroking his forehead, he would definitely be able to discover something.

So at this moment, she stroked the broken hair by her ear with the hand that was already on the scar, everything seemed so natural and smooth.

This gentle stroking not only resolved the danger of her being discovered, but also made her successfully conceal the excitement in her heart.

"Aren't you going to cook? Give it to me, you can go out!" Lan Dailin took the apron from Ling Shao's hand, pointed to the door of the kitchen and said to Ling Shao.

"I'll help you!" Ling Shao stared at Lan Dailin's eyes with deep search.

Just now he had almost discovered something from Lan's expression towards Lin, but he woke her up unexpectedly at the most critical moment, which made him feel a little unbelievable.

Why?Why did he wake up Lan Dailin?He couldn't even answer that question himself.

"No need, the kitchen is a woman's battlefield! You shouldn't be here!" Lan treated Lin with a natural smile, making it impossible to refuse.

"Okay!" Ling Shao nodded, turned around and walked out of the kitchen. When standing at the door, he still didn't forget to turn his head to remind Lan to put on the apron.

"I know, you go and wait! Dinner will be ready soon!" Lan Dailin took the apron and walked to the kitchen door, smiled at Ling Shao, and closed the door quietly after he went out .

She is very familiar with this kitchen, so familiar that she can find anything here with her eyes closed.

The familiar apron was still in her hand, but she didn't tie it on her body, but hung her directly on the hook at the kitchen door.

There was no way she could cook with this apron on, it would just make her stuck in the past.

But when cooking, there would be a lot of oily smoke, so she couldn't just start busy like this. Looking at the school uniform on her body, Lan Dailin suddenly noticed.

There was a rhythmic sound of chopping vegetables in the kitchen, and Ling Shao, who was sitting on the sofa in the living room, fiddled with the TV remote control in his hand, slowly turned his head in the direction of the kitchen.

Through the glass of the kitchen door, he saw Lan Dailin cutting vegetables.

What surprised him was that he didn't see Lan Dailin wearing the apron that he found out and told her to put on.

She was wearing the school uniform jacket she was wearing outside. The school uniform was very long, and the two sleeves passed under Lan Dailin's ribs, and were tied into a beautiful loop behind her.

Although Lan treated Lin without an apron, which made Ling Shao a little disappointed, the current Lan treated Lin gave Ling Shao a special sense of freshness.

He suddenly remembered the first time Zhao Zixuan cooked for him, it seemed that she also used her school uniform as an apron at that time.

At that time, he even joked that Zhao Zixuan didn't even need an apron. In the blink of an eye, many, many years have passed. Seeing such a scene again, he couldn't help but fell into the sweet memories of the past.

The sound of chopping vegetables in the kitchen has never stopped since the beginning, maybe there was a slight pause occasionally, but it sounded again soon.

Lan waited for Lin to skillfully place all kinds of ingredients that had obviously been washed on the chopping board one by one, holding the kitchen knife in her right hand, lifting and falling, and the complete ingredients quickly became the shape she wanted.

Lan Dailin found that cooking in this kitchen gave her a sense of ease.

Maybe it's because she has cooked too many meals in this kitchen, and the moment she gently holds the kitchen knife, in her eyes and in her heart, there are only all kinds of ingredients in the kitchen, and nothing else.

Seemingly a lot of ingredients, under the flying kitchen knife in her hand, turned into a plate of prepared dishes waiting to be cooked.

Looking at the plate with cut ingredients that covered half of the countertop in front of her, Lan Dailin couldn't believe that she had processed all the ingredients in a short period of time.

In the past few years, she has not cooked much, and she is not as skilled as before.

If it was in the past, the ingredients here would have been enough for her to work for a long time, but now she has done it without knowing it. She doesn't know if it is because she has returned to this familiar kitchen, which made her whole. Kind of handy feeling.

Sitting at the table in the living room, Ling Shao watched quietly as Lan Dailin brought out plates of delicious and delicious dishes from the kitchen and placed them on the table in front of him, without saying a word.

In his memory, such a picture has not appeared for a long, long time.

Ever since he divorced Zhao Zixuan and married Zhao Yun, he had never seen such a scene again.

"What are you doing stupidly? It's time to eat!" Lan Dailin stood in front of Ling Shao with a smile, stretched out her hand to untie the loose buttons on the sleeves of her school uniform, and gently put the school uniform on the back of a chair beside her.

"Okay!" Ling Shao came back to his senses, looked at the spotless school uniform on the back of the chair, looked at Lan Dailin suspiciously and asked, "Why don't you use the apron I gave you?"

"I'm not used to using things that other people have used!" Lan Tailin smiled slightly, and reminded Ling Shao vaguely.

"..."

Ling Shao stared fixedly at Lan and Lin, but didn't speak.

He had a feeling that Lan and Lin seemed to be reminding him that he would not have any chance.

"Wait a minute!" Lan waited for Lin to get up and go to the kitchen to get the apron, and gently reached out and handed it to Ling Shao, "It seems that this apron is very important to you! Keep it safe! Don't take it lightly." Use it for someone else!"

Ling Shao subconsciously took the apron that Lan Dailin handed over, with a hint of doubt in his eyes.

"You want to know why I know?" Lan Tailin showed her white teeth, looked at Ling Shao and said, "This apron is a bit old, it must have been used for a long time. And judging from the folded marks, it should be a long time It's never been used, and the smell on it tells me it's been sitting around for a long time! If I'm right, it must have been used by your ex-wife!"

"You are very smart!" Ling Shao tightly held the apron in his hand, with a smile in his eyes.

"It can be seen that you love your ex-wife very much!" Lan Dailin nodded, and a trace of doubt flashed in her eyes, "I'm curious, since you love your ex-wife so much, why did you divorce her because of Zhao Yun? "

"You really want to know?" Ling Shao fixedly looked into Lan Dailin's eyes, the corners of his eyes slightly turned up, and a faint smile flashed in his eyes.

"I suddenly changed my mind! It's getting late, let's eat!" Lan Dailin suddenly felt a little scared, she didn't dare to hear what happened back then from Ling Shao.

She was a little worried, worried that Ling Shao would hear another version of the truth from Ling Shao.

If so, what should she do?
Does her persistence for so many years still make sense?
Only now did she realize how impulsive she was just now, how did the incident that Ling Shao said had anything to do with her?
The baby died, no matter whether there was any inside story that she didn't know about back then, it couldn't be changed.

Could it be that because of the truth in Ling Shao's heart, she can forgive Ling Shao without avenging the baby?

It's past, it's always past, blindly searching doesn't make any sense.

Ling Shao's eyes flickered slightly, and instead of continuing to entangle, he gently picked up the chopsticks placed in front of him, reached for a plate of sweet and sour pork ribs, and gently picked up a piece of dark red pork ribs stained with marinade, There was a hint of appreciation at the corner of his mouth, "It looks very good! I just don't know how it tastes!"

Ling Shao's words made Lan Dailin startled, and she suddenly remembered a very serious problem.

When she was cooking, she was in a trance. The dishes on the table all tasted like the "authentic" Zhao Zixuan.

Ling Shao won't doubt her because of this, right?
But it was too late to regret it now, so she could only bite the bullet and watched Ling Shao put that piece of pork ribs into her mouth, anxiously hoping that after many years, Ling Shao could no longer remember the original taste.

The moment the ribs entered, Ling Shao suddenly turned his head to look at Lan Dailin, his eyes were filled with shock and disbelief, his long eyelashes flickered slightly, and his eyes were full of unconcealable excitement .

When Lan waited for Lin to see Ling Shao like this, she was suddenly very frightened, she knew that Ling Shao had already found out.

After discovering that the sweet and sour pork ribs she made was exactly the same as the sweet and sour pork ribs that Zhao Zixuan used to make back then, even though she was scared in her heart, she didn't dare to show the slightest bit on her face.

This will only make Ling Shao doubt her identity even more.

"How is it? Can I still eat it?" Lan Dailin asked casually, holding the corner of her clothes tightly with her right hand under the table.

"I didn't expect that you and Zixuan look so similar, and even the taste of the food you cook is so similar! If Zixuan hadn't passed away many years ago, I almost thought that this sweet and sour pork ribs was made by Zixuan!" Ling Shao stared at Lan Dailin with scorching eyes, with a trace of searching in his eyes.

"Really? I didn't expect it to be such a coincidence!" Lan Dailin smiled casually, "Since it's delicious, let's eat more!"

Ling Shao looked at Lan Dailin with a calm and relaxed expression, and a doubt flashed in his heart.

Is there really such a coincidence in the world?

In order to hide the nervousness in her heart, Lan waited for Lin to pick up the chopsticks in front of her, pick up a chopsticks dish and put it into her mouth, chewed it lightly twice, with a look of surprise on her face.

"Strange, today's dishes seem to be much more delicious than what I usually make? I can hardly believe that I made them!"

"is it?"

Ling Shao looked at Lan Dailin's slightly twitching Adam's apple, with a hint of doubt in his tone.

"What are you doing looking at me stupidly? Why don't you eat?" Lan Dailin looked at Ling Shao and asked suspiciously.

Only then did Ling Shao look back and start eating.

From this moment until the end of eating.

Ling Shao's chopsticks never stopped, and most of the food on the table went into Ling Shao's stomach.

This made Lan Dailin very surprised, she had never realized that Ling Shao's appetite was so big.

And she also found that when Ling Shao was eating, deep memories and full of happiness kept appearing in his eyes.

Obviously, this meal has completely made Ling Shao lost in the torrent of memory.

"Thank you!" Ling Shao put down the bowl and chopsticks, and looked closely at Lan Dailin with complicated eyes.

"Thank me for what?" Lan Dailin asked with a smile while looking at Ling Shao while cleaning up the dishes on the table.

Lan waited for Lin to tell herself secretly, to be calm and never show the slightest flaw.

"Let me clean it up for you!" Ling Shao didn't answer her words, but suddenly stood up and smiled gently at Lan Dailin, helping to clean it up.

"No need, go and rest for a while! I can do it myself!" Lan Dailin shook her head and tidied up neatly.

Ling Shao's hand holding a plate of leftovers suddenly froze in mid-air, Zhao Zixuan said the same thing back then.

At this moment, he could hardly tell whether it was Lan Dailin or Zhao Zixuan in front of him!

(End of this chapter)