Nangong Ling stopped talking to Jiang Xiyan, opened the car door and asked the driver to drive away. The show was over, and his mood was better. Now he could go back and work hard.
Jiang Xiyan ignored Nangong Ling, hailed a taxi from the roadside, and walked to the rental house with Zheng Ruoxian.
The next day, Jiang Xiyan and Zheng Ruoxian went to the obstetrics and gynecology department to have an abortion. After the operation, Zheng Ruoxian simply packed up her things and went back to her parents' house to rest. She was also the apple of her eye, but at school, other than Jiang Xiyan
, no one knows her true identity.
After resting on Sunday, Jiang Xiyan thought of the chef she went to see last time. Anyway, she was quite bored at home, so she took a car to the suburbs again. This time, her luck was better, and her descendants took an old farmer's car.
Take a ride to the intersection.
Carrying the fruit in her hand, Jiang Xiyan walked along the path towards the door based on her memory, just hoping that she wouldn't have to jump over the wall today. Finally she arrived at the door, pressed the doorbell, and soon someone opened the door.
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The person who opened the door this time was a young man in his twenties. Seeing Jiang Xiyan at the door, an incredible smile appeared on his face: "Hey, did you go to the wrong door? Who are you looking for?"
Jiang Xiyan also saw this man for the first time. She thought that Nangong Ling could be regarded as a handsome guy. Unexpectedly, the man in front of her was even more handsome. He was 1.89 meters tall and had a figure comparable to those of male models. He was dressed in casual clothes.
The body exuded a youthful atmosphere, which made Jiang Xiyan couldn't help but look at it a few more times.
A man has become accustomed to others looking at him this way. Every time he goes out, there will always be some nymphomaniacs following him. Now he is afraid of going out. However, he also has a bad habit, that is, he likes beautiful women. He stretches out his hand and touches Jiang Xi.
He waved in front of his eyes: "Hey, wake up, all the tears are flowing out."
Jiang Xiyan suddenly came back to her senses, then stretched out her hand to wipe the corners of her mouth. Only then did she realize that she had been deceived by the man in front of her: "I'm looking for Uncle Yang, don't block my way." Ignoring the man's appearance, she directly held the hand in her hand.
The fruit bag wants to go inside.
The man closed the door halfway and blocked the gap with his body. The girl was still quite cute. He wanted to tease her: "You can go in if you want. Tell me, what is your name? How old are you this year? Have you graduated?
?Do you have a boyfriend? Where is your home?"
Last time it was Yang Bojun who blocked her out. She thought that after what happened last time, she would be able to get in smoothly. Unexpectedly, she met a little King of Hell again today. Thinking about this unknown man, she became a little angry.
He said, "Are you checking your household registration? Then take out your ID and show it to me." He said and spread his little hands in front of the man.
The man even thought he meant this. When Jiang Xiyan didn't look at him, he directly took her little hand and quickly smelled it outside the tip of her nose. Jiang Xiyan was so frightened that she quickly withdrew her hand and said angrily.
Looking at the man with eyes, the man took a deep breath next to Jiang Xiyan before retreating to the door with satisfaction: "It smells quite good. If you don't say anything, forget it. My master is resting. You can come here another day."
The man will close the door.
Jiang Xiyan was anxious. It was not easy to come here. It would be uneconomical to just leave like this. Just as she was about to argue with the man again, Yang Bojun's voice came from inside: "Wei Chen, who are you talking to?"
When Wen Weichen heard Yang Boxun's voice, he quickly said loudly: "I didn't talk to anyone. It was our neighbor Aunt Wang who came over to ask if we still want seasonal dishes."
Just as she was about to close the door, Jiang Xiyan also shouted at the top of her voice: "Uncle Yang, it's me, Yanyan, I'm here to see you today."
Yang Bojun had already arrived at the door when he heard the sound. Wen Weichen glanced at Yang Bojun, smiled, and hurriedly ran into the house. He was not afraid of anything, but he was afraid that Yang Bojun would lose his temper with him.
Seeing that the person blocking her had run away, Jiang Xiyan smiled and handed the fruit bag in front of Yang Bojun: "Uncle Yang, I came to see you specifically today. I didn't come to complete the task, I just came to see you.
Look at you." Jiang Xiyan quickly explained the purpose of her visit. She didn't want Yang Bojun to misunderstand her again, otherwise she would definitely not have anything to eat today.
Yang Bojun took the fruit bag from Jiang Xiyan's hand and let Jiang Xiyan in: "Just watch me. You are not allowed to bring anything with you next time. The road is too far, and everything in the countryside must be fresher than in the city.
"With that said, the two of them came to the house together.
The last time Jiang Xiyan came here, she didn't go into the house to take a look. This time she was lucky enough to walk into the house. Although the yard was an ordinary farmhouse, the decoration in the house was still extremely luxurious. There were some unknown animals swimming in the aquarium in the living room.
The famous tropical fish, all the furniture is made of fine mahogany, and looking to the side, there is a tall bookshelf. Jiang Xiyan couldn't help but walk towards the bookshelf, which was filled with books about chefs.
Yang Bojun brought a small teapot next to him and placed it on the coffee table. Then he started to flush the water. He poured the first water into a container, then poured boiling water again and closed the lid: "Those books are from my master."
There are many things left behind that I haven’t mixed in yet.”
Jiang Xiyan put the book back to its original place, turned back to the sofa, looked at the teapot in Yang Bojun's hand, and then said with a smile: "It's just a good restaurant, doesn't a chef just make good food? Why do you need so many books?"
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Before Yang Bojun could speak, Wen Weichen who came out of the back room directly interrupted Jiang Xiyan's question: "You don't understand anything at first glance. Every industry has its own uniqueness, and the kitchen is not so easy to mix. If
If it's as simple as what you said, all chefs can become great masters."
Jiang Xiyan didn't understand the chef industry, but when she saw Wen Weichen being so arrogant, she felt that she could compete with Nangong Ling. However, why did she always compare others with Nangong Ling? She thought she was possessed: "Is it possible?"
Master, I don’t know, I only know that the chef only needs to prepare the food well.”
Yang Bojun watched the two villains bickering, and the smile on his face became thicker. He pulled Jiang Xiyan to sit on the sofa, while he sat on another sofa, picked up the teapot and poured it into three small cups.
Tea: "Drink this tea first, but it is the best Longjing. Come, Yanyan, have a taste."
Jiang Xiyan took the teacup with a smile, and then showed off to Wen Weichen the glass of water in her hand, which Yang Bojun personally brewed for her: "Uncle Yang is still kind to me, ha, you can drink it yourself if you want."
Not to be outdone, Wen Weichen sat next to Jiang Xiyan, snatched the glass of water that Jiang Xiyan had just taken a sip from, and drank it all in one gulp in front of her: "It tastes really good, Master, you are really good
I'm biased, I've never drunk tea you brewed yourself."
Jiang Xiyan watched Wen Weichen put the cup on the coffee table. Her eyes were as wide as bells. Can this situation be considered an indirect kiss? Thinking of this, Jiang Xiyan's face couldn't help but heat up.