married wife

Chapter 115
"..." Lian Yinghan was speechless, as expected of a literary person, as the saying goes, "If you read [-] Tang poems by heart, you can recite them even if you don't know how to compose them." If Feng Jinglin was sent to ancient times, she would definitely be a talented woman. The culture is broad and profound, enough for her to delve into it.

"Let's go upstairs for a stroll!" Lian Yinghan suggested.

Feng Jinglin naturally followed her. She originally came out for shopping, and didn't intend to buy anything. There was nothing missing at home, so she just strolled around and bought what she liked.

Girls' shopping is not about shopping, but about shopping.

But Feng Jinglin didn't expect Lian Yinghan to go straight into the bookstore after reaching the second floor.

"Hanhan, do you want to buy books?"

"Stroll around casually!" Lian Yinghan had no interest in luxury goods at all, so she would rather visit bookstores in comparison.

Feng Jinglin is also a book fan. Her dream is to be a writer, so she never leaves her hands.

Lian Yinghan entered the bookstore and went to the row of architectural books, while Feng Jinglin went to the literature department.

The two people who originally planned to go shopping, once they opened the book, they forgot about the rest, and just read it in the bookstore all afternoon. At about four or five o'clock, they each picked a few books and went home.

Walking out of the bookstore, Lian Yinghan remembered something and stopped: "Let's go buy some food and cook at home? I like to eat home-cooked food. I don't know if the two of them are done with their work. We two girls , Just think of it as cooking for them."

As soon as Feng Jinglin heard that she was cooking for them, she felt excited: "Okay, buy more and have a big meal at home!"

"Food!" Lian Yinghan scolded with a smile.

Feng Jinglin stuck out her tongue to express her acquiescence. Thinking back, she had never cooked for Feng Chijing, and she didn't have much confidence in her cooking skills, but she just wanted to cook for him, but Feng Chijing always loved him. She, even if it is unpalatable, he will eat it!
But standing in front of the vegetable stand, Lian Yinghan picked out Lian Mochen's favorite dishes familiarly, and Feng Jinglin just watched from the sidelines.

She knows the dishes that Feng Chijing likes to eat, but she doesn't know how to make these dishes delicious, and she doesn't know what ingredients to use.

"Well, Hanhan, are you good at cooking?" Feng Jinglin asked.

"It's okay. When I was at home, I often discussed cooking with my father. I also cooked for Mo Chen. He likes to eat it!" Lian Yinghan had a smile on her face. Full of sweetness, she tried it, and there is no greater happiness than cooking for someone she loves.

Thinking of that time when Lian Mochen ate with relish, Lian Yinghan felt happy.

Her father told her that if you want to grab a man's heart, you must first grab his stomach. At that time, she didn't take it seriously, thinking that she didn't need to know this, and that she could cook good food just to satisfy her own appetite. Dad thinks so far ahead.

Lian Yinghan also joked with Lian Moxuan: "Dad has only one woman, mother, in this life. Is it because of the good food cooked by mother?"

In return, Lian Moxuan laughed and scolded: "You stinky girl, you know how to make fun of Dad."

When she cooked for Lian Mochen for the first time, and watched him eat with relish, she deeply understood what her father said.

It turns out that cooking for someone you like can be so satisfying.

Seeing Lian Yinghan's involuntary smile, so sweet, she must be thinking about Lian Mochen, no, she must learn to cook well to make Feng Chijing happy.

"Hanhan, ask me to cook!" Feng Jinglin pleaded.

Lian Yinghan looked at her in a blink of an eye and raised her eyebrows: "Why?" She knew that Feng Jinglin was doing it for Feng Chijing, but she just wanted to tease her, this girl had never been so serious about people.

"You know!" Feng Jinglin muttered, with a shy face.

The corners of Lian Yinghan's mouth rose slightly: "Okay, tell me what Feng Chijing likes to eat, and I'll teach you the side dishes."

Feng Jinglin grabbed her hand excitedly: "Hanhan, sister really loves you for nothing, why, I love you the most!"

"You love Feng Chijing the most!" Lian Yinghan exposed her mercilessly.

"Hehe!" Feng Jinglin laughed, and didn't deny it. It was useless for her to deny it. Even Yinghan and Lian Mochen have been together for a long time, so it's a sure thing to see.

The two bought a la carte, went to the supermarket and bought seasonings, drinks and wine in the hotel.

When the two of them went out, they never thought about cooking at home at night. Now that they have bought so many things, they are tired of carrying them. Fortunately, it is easier to take a taxi at the entrance of the supermarket.

Back at the hotel, Lian Yinghan taught Feng Jinglin to pick vegetables, wash vegetables, cut vegetables, and serve dishes. Everything was ready, and then cooking. Once here, Feng Jinglin was in a hurry, and there was a remedy for what to do in the early stage However, the heat and time are not well controlled, but it directly determines the taste of the dish. Feng Chijing is used to eating delicacies from mountains and seas, and now let him eat this...

Feng Jinglin couldn't help feeling a little regretful, she would have known better if she had known earlier, and now it's too late!
Even Yinghan, who was watching from the side, was anxious, and stepped forward to take the spatula from Feng Jinglin's hand: "Let me do it, you watch from the side."

Feng Jinglin looked grateful again, and while listening to Lian Yinghan's explanation, she watched the movements of her hands.

Lian Yinghan seems to have become a regular cook, and she is definitely qualified to be a housewife. On the other hand, Feng Jinglin immediately lowered her head, why is there such a big gap between anyone?

"Take it easy, this is your first time learning, it's easy to learn, just do it a few times and you'll be fine." Just by looking at her expression, Lian Yinghan knew what she was thinking. In fact, it was Feng Jinglin's first time It's completely understandable to be so nervous for the person you like.

Lian Yinghan is used to cooking at home, but when she cooks for Lian Mochen for the first time, she still feels nervous, let alone Feng Jinglin who has never had any experience.

"But this time I didn't do it for him, it was you who did it." Feng Jinglin was a little disappointed, complaining that she was so useless, she couldn't even cook something that every woman must know, why should she Like Feng Chi Jing?

"Jinglin, you're really thinking too much. It's nothing to be ashamed of knowing how to cook. To Feng Chijing, you have this kind of heart, which is more precious than anything else, let alone something you have never done. Can you do one thing well the first time?" Lian Yinghan comforted.

"Hanhan, thank you!" After being persuaded by her, Feng Jinglin didn't feel as uncomfortable as before.

"Okay, don't think too much, go and see if they are done with their work? It's time to eat." Lian Yinghan smiled.

Feng Jinglin went to the next door to knock on the door, and soon the door was opened. It was not Feng Chijing who opened the door, but Lian Mochen.

When Lian Mochen heard the knock on the door, his first reaction was that Lian Yinghan came to look for him, but he didn't expect it to be Feng Jinglin, it seemed that he was thinking too much.

"Brother Mo Chen, are you done with your work?" Feng Jinglin looked around the room, looking for Feng Chijing's figure.

"It's almost there!" Lian Mochen turned sideways and let her in.

"Hanhan asked me to call you to eat!"

"Where should I go to eat?" Hearing Lian Yinghan's name, Lian Mochen's mood improved, and his heart, which was still full of troubles before, suddenly became more relaxed.

(End of this chapter)