Ya'er gave her a contemptuous look, returned to the sofa and stared at the TV screen, lazily instructed: "Go and cook quickly, I want to eat French fries and chicken wings."

Yan Shuirou dared not go against her intentions. She responded with a smile, took off her valuable coat and put it on the sofa, and went to the kitchen alone to prepare dinner.

Turning on the faucet and rinsing her hands, she lowered her eyes and looked at herself properly maintained, like a girl's tender fingertips, and she didn't remember when she last cooked.

Maybe she is indeed humble, but she has come to this day with herself, both physically and mentally, and she has long been used to the days of a wealthy young lady. She used to be just a little bit able to hold her dreams firmly in her hand, but now she tells her that it is a yellow lady.

In a dream, no one could bear such a blow.

In the past, she could still make trouble in the name of Ya'er, but Ya'er was not a fuel-efficient lamp. The child probably saw that she was out of favor in front of Li Beicheng and was too lazy to disguise her superficial respect. After a long time, Ya'er must have been

She would abandon her and try every means to return to the Li family to continue her life as a little princess. Only she became the yellow flower of yesterday.

With a calm face, Yan Shuirou stood there motionlessly watching them melt slowly, thinking about how to solve the current predicament.

Because she failed to see Li Beicheng, she could not know whether Li Beicheng's memory was chaotic or false. But if everything was planned to go badly, then she had to find a way to see Li Beicheng as soon as possible so that she could hurry up to Yan Xia

Before Ye got favor, he recalled Li Beicheng's memory and mind, otherwise everything would be too late.

So, what exactly should she do to exchange for the opportunity to meet Li Beicheng...

Time passed quietly in contemplation. I don’t know how long it took, Yan Shuirou came back to her senses, took out the fries and pickled chicken wings casually, put them in the oil pan and fry them repeatedly, and then specially picked a cute plate.

Install it.

The food that was just out of the pot exudes a scent. Yan Shuirou sprinkled some tomato sauce on it according to Ya'er's taste. She was about to take it out for Ya'er to enjoy it, but a dangerous but tempting idea popped up in her mind.

.

This thought made Yan Shuirou stunned in shock. After a while, she bit her lower lip gently, put down the plate and walked to the kitchen door, and took a look in the direction of the living room.

In the living room, Ya'er's laughter rang from time to time, and all her energy was concentrated on the TV program, and she didn't notice what Yan Shuirou did.

This ignorant attitude made Yan Shuirou turn her heart and quietly leave the kitchen and walk to her mother's room on the first floor. She took out a few capsules for treating geriatric diseases from the medicine box, returned to the kitchen and twisted it away, carefully

Carefully stir the powder and tomato sauce in it thoroughly, and add a spoon of honey to try to cover up the bitterness and odor of the powder.

During the whole process, her hands were so steady that she did not shake at all, and she tried her best to convince herself that everything she did was for Yaer and for their family of three.

Finally, she melted the capsule and rushed into the sewer. She picked up the plate and walked out with a smile. She greeted Ya'er and said, "Baby, see what mom has done for you. Eat it while it's hot. If it's cold, it will cause stomachache."

"Um."

Ya'er nodded optionally, and the cartoon came to an end. She picked up the remote control and wanted to turn off the TV. This was one of the few good habits she had developed in the Li family.

"It doesn't matter if you keep watching." Yan Shuirou stopped the child's movements quickly. She needed the cartoon to divert Ya'er's attention. "This is not the Li family, there are not so many complicated rules. You can do whatever you are happy, you can do whatever you want.

you."

"Is that true?" Ya'er raised her eyebrows suspiciously. Unfortunately, no matter how smart and clever she is, how could she guess Yan Shuirou's snake-scorpion heart?

"Of course, you are Mommy's only baby daughter. As long as you are happy, Mommy is willing to give everything for you. We are mother and daughter, and we should give everything for each other's happiness. Isn't this just right?"

Yan Shuirou froze the corners of her lips and squeezed out a smile, staring at the tempting chicken wings in her eyes, coaxing Ya'er and said, "Look at it and try your mother's skills."

"good."

Ya'er didn't doubt that there was him, so she took a piece of chicken wing and chewed it with satisfaction.

As the only lady in the Li family, her nutritionist is responsible for making her daily meals. Her family is willing to give her tens of thousands of dollars of bird's nest, but she is not allowed to eat chicken legs that cost tens of thousands of yuan per chicken.

Such upbringing is undoubtedly to cultivate ladies wholeheartedly. Ya'er is born to have no chance of being a lady and is keen on laziness and junk food. In fact, this is the only reason why she is willing to visit the small villa of the Yan family.

"I'm sorry baby, mom is not good at cooking, so she can only buy some frozen food and come back. How does it taste?" Seeing Ya'er swallowing without distraction, a little struggle flashed through Yan Shuirou's eyes, and she was soon replaced by decisiveness.

No matter what she pays, she must become Li Beicheng's wife.

Only in that way can she be qualified to be Ya'er's mother, keep the current luxurious days, and trample Yan Xiaye on her feet forever.

"not bad."

With her oily mouth pouted, Ya'er quickly found a new cartoon again. She watched the cartoon characters inside do all kinds of stupid things, and laughed with concentration.

"That's good. You eat more and don't leave it for mommy."

...

At ten o'clock in the evening, Yan Xiaye and Xiao Yunduo were both hungry and died on the dining table, trying to smell the fragrance in the air.

"Yanyan, I'm so hungry..." Xiao Yunduo was so aggrieved that he dug a bite of jelly with a spoon and stuffed it into his mouth with no taste. "When will Daddy be ready?"

"It's probably soon. Do you want to eat another donut and endure it?" Yan Xiaye swallowed unyieldingly, and bit the bagel with no desire to be happy.

I didn't feel that when I was on the verge of life and death in the morning, I calmed down after taking a shower. She felt hungry for a long time, but Li Yuntang came to show her cooking skills. She prepared for an hour and had not completed it.

She wanted to go into the kitchen to see what the man was doing, but she became awkward because of the meeting between the two on the terrace not long ago. She tried not to get along with him alone in a short period of time.

"Well, Daddy must be making delicious for Yanyan." Digging a spoonful of jelly to Yan Xiaye's lips. Xiao Yunduo remembered the mission he shouldered and inquired as if nothing had happened: "Yanyan, Beicheng in the afternoon

What did my brother say when he called? Last Sunday I wanted to visit him, but my daddy said that Brother Beicheng was injured and it was inconvenient to meet people."

Damage to the brain or something...

Yan Xiaye couldn't help laughing, and suspected that Li Yuntang was making excuses.

Speaking of which, fortunately, Li Yuntang has been beautiful for many years and has not changed much in temperament, so Li Beicheng has no suspicion.

But if Li Beicheng's thinking really returned to his 20-year-old, there was no Xiao Yunduo in the world at that time, and it would be impossible to explain the deviations.

"Your dad is right. Li Beicheng is crazy. In order to prevent this disease from spreading, we should keep a distance from him. It is better to wait until he recovers by himself."

"Is brainlessness contagious?" Xiao Yunduo shook his little head in confusion, raised his eyes to Li Yuntang who was walking over with a plate, "Dad, what kind of disease is brainlessness? Is it very serious?"

Li Yuntang glanced at Yan Xiaye with a smile in his eyes, slowly put the plate on the table, and explained lightly: "It's very serious, and it's the kind that is helpless."

When Yan Xiaye heard him say this, he knew that he still thought Li Beicheng's condition was completely pretending.

With almost instinctive trust, Yan Xiaye agreed with Li Yuntang's analysis, but she didn't understand why Li Beicheng had to spend a lot of effort to fabricate the illness?

"Then... will Brother Beicheng die?" Xiao Yunduo's pink and jade-carved little face became a little nervous. He hated Brother Beicheng bullying Yanyan, right, but he was still far from the point of hoping that he would die.

, "What should I do? Can't I meet Brother Beicheng in the future?"

"No, of course not." Unexpectedly, her nonsense would scare the little guy. Yan Xiaye explained carefully: "Li Beicheng will live well. If you want to see if his injuries have improved,

I can take you to see him, but you have to pretend that it is me...a child from a relative?"

Unexpectedly, a joke would develop to this point. Li Yuntang narrowed his eyes subtly, giving Xiao Yunduo a look of acting like a chance.

Xiao Yunduo didn't want to make Yanyan meet with Li Beicheng. Now he realized that Brother Beicheng had no chance of life, so he immediately forgot this person behind his mind, quietly squeezed his eyes at his daddy, and forced the topic to change: "Since that's it

Yanyan said this, Brother Beicheng is definitely fine, so I won’t cause trouble for him. By the way, the dishes Daddy cooked tonight looked delicious, and it seemed that all Yanyan liked it!”

Yan Xiaye blinked his eyes and looked at the table.

Within an hour, Li Yuntang took out the results of three dishes and one soup. Each dish was full of flavor and flavor, and it was obvious that it was thoughtful.

“…It looks delicious, thank you for your hard work.”

As a guest, Yan Xiaye forcibly ignored Xiao Yunduo's statement that made her heart beat slightly.

She deliberately did not see the man's expression, picked up the chopsticks and picked up a Coke chicken wing for the little guy.

"Thank you Yanyan!"

The little guy had rice grains on the corner of his mouth, and he was so cute that he showed an innocent smile at Yan Xiaye.

Opposite the dining table, Li Yuntang personally served lotus root and rib soup in front of her, and said in a low voice: "I learned from the recipe, how does it taste?"

After the conversation on the terrace that was barely open and honest, the atmosphere between the two became a bit subtle.

Of course, Li Yuntang would not affect his mood for this little thing. Yan Xiaye was the only one who was subtle.
Chapter completed!