Ye Pianran didn't know how she returned to St. Rose Manor.

She was exhausted all over, so she closed her eyes, and Yang Yu's empty eyes and pale face kept appearing in her mind.

At that moment, she suddenly thought of what Yan Yusong said, what does it mean if a person has no ability and cannot even protect the person he cares about?

"Do you want to rest?" Li Jingting kept observing her expression. Seeing that her face was a little bad, he couldn't help but ask in a low voice.

"I want to go to the Yan family." Ye Pianran looked at the stairs calmly and suddenly whispered.

Li Jingting frowned and gently stroked her soft hair with his big palm, "I'll accompany you."

"Thank you." Ye Pianran whispered thank you, but did not refuse.

Yan Yusong is right. Sometimes she needs capital to show off her strength. She has now learned to show off her strength without doing anything.

"Then I'll cook for you. You must eat what I cook." Li Jingting glanced at her and continued.

Then he bent down slightly and wrote a light kiss on top of her head, turned around and walked towards the kitchen.

Ye Pianran wanted to speak to stop him, but there was no chance.

He really ate her to death.

I know that no matter whether she has an appetite or not, as long as it is made by him, she will definitely eat something.

Even if they were in a cold war, even if she hated him.

The prerequisite for hating someone is love. When you love someone very much, that person is like being melted into his bones and blood. While hating him, he is also hating himself.

Hate yourself, even if he makes you hate it, you still can't stop loving him.

Love is diverse, who says love and kill each other, it is not love...

Li Jingting still only made one dish, which was fried garlic sprouts that Ye Pianran liked to eat, and it was a very simple home-cooked dish.

When Li Jingting brought the vegetables into the house, a large smell of garlic came. She was stunned and turned her head and her eyes lit up for a moment.

The reason why she likes to eat fried pork with garlic sprouts is that this is one of the best dishes her grandfather knows how to cook.

Because this is also my grandma's favorite food.

When they were very young, my grandmother liked to hold his hand and tell her the story between her and her grandfather. They were childhood sweethearts, shared hobbies, common ideals and ambitions, and they had been with each other for decades. Even when they died, both of them held hands.

"How do you know I like to eat this?" Ye Pianran stood up and stared at the black garlic sprouts in his hand. The joy that had just been dyed dimmed in an instant.

"The Chinese restaurant chef has something to do. I asked for leave today. I accidentally got angry." Li Jingting said indifferently, and frowned again: "It looks bad, but it should still taste very good."

He said, slowly putting down the meat with garlic sprouts.

Ye Pianran took a look, moved the corners of his mouth slightly, and walked over and picked up the chopsticks and took a bite.

The taste is indeed very good.

As expected, no one is perfect. It turns out that the reason why I did so well last time was because there was a Chinese restaurant...

"Thank you." Ye Pianran whispered to thank you.

"What else do you like to eat? You can tell me that I will sign up for a training class another day to learn systematically." Li Jingting handed her the pure water in his hand, frowned and said, his voice mixed with apology.

Ye Pianran was slightly surprised: "Are you planning to move towards the chef?"
Chapter completed!