This time Nimolan did not ask Lemon for help, but relied on her own feelings. She wanted to use this cake to convey her feelings. Even if she could not express it completely, she also hoped that Li Fuyuan could eat more. They were
In the three years they were together, she had never made anything for Li Fuyuan to eat. Most of the time, Li Fuyuan cooked it for her. At that time, she had been enjoying his tenderness without giving back almost anything. Now, finally,
How could she not be careful when she could do something for him.
The oven was very hot, and there was no air conditioning in the kitchen. After a while, Nimolan's forehead was covered with beads of sweat, and her white skirt was splashed with butter and flour. However, she had no time to pay attention to it and kept her head down in concentration.
Several little maids came in to deliver the meal cards. Seeing her appearance, they stepped forward and asked if they needed help. Nimolan declined politely and handed them the cake, asking them to taste it for themselves.
The little maids all said it was not bad, so Nimolan became even happier.
Ji Moxuan chatted with Li Fuyuan in the living room for a while. He looked up at the pendulum clock repeatedly. The woman was clearly in the kitchen. Why hasn't she come out yet? The cake has been eaten. Did she see it?
Don't you feel better now that your food is so popular? You really shouldn't leave her at home alone in the afternoon. I saw a lot of nice clothes and accessories today...
"Have a glass of red wine. Lemon brewed it himself. He said it was reserved for me to taste," Ji Moxuan stood up and said, walking around the sofa towards the kitchen, "I'll get it from the wine cellar."
"Just let the servant get it." Li Fuyuan hugged the pillow and smiled innocently. In fact, he knew better than anyone else the purpose of Ji Moxuan's personal visit to the wine cellar.
Ji Moxuan paused for a moment and covered it up with a smile: "It's okay. I ate a bit too much for dinner. Walking helps digestion. Besides, the servants don't know how to drink, and we can't let Lemon know, otherwise he will feel distressed." Just like that.
As he spoke, he raised his hand and walked towards the kitchen.
The wine cellar is underground. You have to go through the kitchen to the small wooden ladder in the backyard to enter. Ji Moxuan entered the kitchen as a matter of course. When he saw Nimolan holding a large basin and stirring the milk and flour in it, he was stunned for a moment.
He got closer, and after seeing that Nimolan's clothes had been wetted with sweat, he asked sharply: "Why did you make such a mess in the kitchen?"
"Huh?" Nimolan was startled, and the egg beater suddenly fell on the table, leaving a mess in an instant.
Ji Moxuan frowned in disgust and continued to sarcastically say: "My craftsmanship is so poor, but I have to show off that I can make French meals. Do you think it's so easy to be a French chef? Don't you know anything about your job? There are so many documents without
You still have time to waste time here after dealing with it! Nimolan, is your brain flooded?"
"I've sorted it all out. I sorted it out before I came here. I copied all the documents from the business trip to your pda and put the paper documents in your file bag. You just didn't look at it." Nimo.
Lan was already very anxious, and when Ji Moxuan was disturbed like this, he was naturally in a bad mood, and spoke with a bit of anger.
Ji Moxuan was stunned. He really didn't know that Nimolan had made such sufficient preparations before coming. It turned out that she had prepared so many things within his sight. In the past three years, Li Fu
Yuan really changed her a lot. Ji Moxuan's expression softened a little and he lowered his voice: "If you like to cook, just go home and do it. This church is old and there is no air conditioning in the kitchen..."
"Do you need me to do anything for you? If not, then the rest is my private time. What I want to do has nothing to do with you. Besides, I have obtained Lemon's permission to use this kitchen. I want to
I want to make a cake, but I don’t feel hot at all." Nimolan interrupted Ji Moxuan, losing his patience even more.
Ji Moxuan's anger suddenly rose. He tried hard to restrain the urge not to scold her, and stood at the door with clenched fists: "Go upstairs, now, right now!"
"I do not want!"
"What did you say?"
"I said I don't want it!" Nimolan became angry. She spread the flour on her hands on her skirt, walked around the kitchen table, and stood in front of Ji Moxuan: "I said I don't want to go upstairs, I want to be here.
I’ll make a cake for a while, can you please leave me alone for now?”
Time seems to be stuck at that point. Ji Moxuan has changed a lot of emotions at this point. He is constantly asking himself - what's wrong with her making a cake, what's wrong with you, what's wrong with her sweating, don't you see?
Come on, if it were someone else, would you still be so angry with her for no reason? If she wasn't your lost wife, if she wasn't a woman you can't forget and can't help but be stern when you see her.
...No, she must be his wife, his woman. Only this identity is most suitable for her. She is his lover, wife and lover...
"Why do you want to make a cake?" Ji Moxuan's tone became obviously gentler. He took a deep breath and tried to make it look like he didn't really mind the collision just now.
Nimolan was a little confused by Ji Moxuan's sudden attitude. He took a step back and lowered his voice cautiously: "I just want to do it."
"If you want, then do it. Don't make it too late. You also made the dessert for dinner. It's delicious. Make it for me when you go home next time. I'll get the wine." After that,
With these words, Ji Moxuan bypassed Nimolan and walked straight to the back door of the kitchen.
Nimolan was a little confused. She frowned, shook her head, and walked back to her flour. But obviously, the flour was no longer usable. Fortunately, the second batch of cakes was baked at this time. The cake
When he was doing it, he burned his hand, and it immediately turned red. Nimolan raised his wrist and looked at his watch. It was almost eight o'clock. If he didn't hurry up, he was afraid that Li Fuyuan would leave, so he didn't care about the burn and started to do it.
The next job.
On the other side, the temperature in the wine cellar was moderate. Ji Moxuan opened the door blankly and sat on the wooden stairs for a while before starting to look for the bottle of red wine. While searching, he thought, he has been feeling really weird lately, feeling that every time he faces
When Nimolan was young, it was difficult to control his emotions, and he would get angry over trivial things. He was particularly concerned about the fact that Nimolan knew Li Fuyuan, even though he warned him several times that he must forget Nimolan and Li Fuyuan.
Three years of getting along with each other, but every time, he would turn his attention to that matter without hesitation. The misunderstanding and farewell at that time actually made him a frightened bird - Ji Moxuan, you really shouldn't do this
What a look!
A frightened bird? Why did you become a frightened bird? Ji Moxuan, Ji Moxuan, you shouldn't be like this! You and Nimolan are where you are today, not because of fate, but because they have to be together, as lovers! She clearly knows
She is your wife, but you don’t dare to take her out to meet people, for fear of the negative impact of public opinion. You obviously like this woman to death, and you are obviously in pain because she has been living with another man for three years.
Years ago, why do you still look so arrogant now? Can't you tell her your love properly? Damn it! It's a dead end again, yes, you can't tell her your love yet, because you can't tell her your love.
Determine what kind of feelings she has towards Li Fuyuan. What if she no longer loves herself? After all, the person staying with her is not herself, but Li Fuyuan. Although she is back, her heart
Well, are you still at Li Fuyuan's place...
Thinking of this, my emotions started to become unstable! Ji Moxuan, the young prince of the Balik family who used to be calm, elegant and noble, has turned into an uncle who is indecisive because of his feelings. It is really ironic!
It took Ji Moxuan a full twenty minutes to find the red wine bottle labeled Lemon in the corner. When he returned to the kitchen, Nimolan was no longer there.
Ji Moxuan's mood suddenly improved. It seemed that she still listened to his words. He told her to go to bed early and went to bed early.
However, his good mood did not last long. When he came to the living room, he saw Nimo Lan handing a large box of exquisite packaging boxes to Li Fuyuan. Her voice was shy and she said:
"I just made these. You can take them back. This is the first time I use authentic French ingredients to make cakes. It may not taste as good as the chef, so you can just make do with it! I hope you like it."
Li Fuyuan smiled softly, ruffled Nimolan's forehead hair with his delicate hands, and said with a smile: "How can I finish eating after making so much, idiot! I will eat it well, thank you!"
At that moment, Ji Moxuan felt that his heart was detached from his blood vessels and was hanging in his chest, with no attachment. His throat suddenly became very thirsty, and he swallowed hard enough to make a sound. He coughed twice and stepped forward.
go.
Ji Moxuan didn't look at Nimolan, nor did he ask about the cake. He just waved the wine in his hand to Li Fuyuan, then sat on the sofa and opened the bottle cap.
He didn't know why the bottle opener was so slippery today, and it slipped away from his palm several times. Finally, he had to stop what he was doing, took a deep breath, and then opened the bottle cap in one breath.
Nimolan went upstairs and Li Fuyuan sat down to drink.
Ji Moxuan gave a faint smile and said sarcastically: "I didn't expect that she would make so many desserts for you."
"After all, we protected each other during the most difficult three years."
"I think it's not just as simple as protecting each other." Ji Moxuan took a sip of wine and asked casually.
Li Fuyuan took a sip of wine and raised the corners of his mouth: "What else do you think?"
If Li Fuyuan looked at Ji Moxuan at this moment, he would find that the corners of his mouth twitched unnaturally, his fingers clenched the red wine glass tightly, and his joints were turning white.
Ji Moxuan said: "To be honest, I don't want what I thought to be true at all."
"I have been with her for three years, and we have experienced a lot during that time. Last winter, we decided not to protect each other in New York. I still remember that it was snowing that day, and the streets in New York were a little dirty. She stood in front of a bank and looked at me.
, said thank you to me, and then said goodbye to me. Later, in the spring of this year, I received a postcard from her, which said that she was fine, but she decided to be bold again and wanted to find her love again.
From that moment on, I knew she had nothing but gratitude for me." Li Fuyuan said casually, and the red wine turned bright red as he swayed it in the cup.
Ji Moxuan raised his eyebrows: "So you were abandoned by her?"
"Who knows, isn't she always like this? At least to me, she is sometimes gentle, sometimes dogmatic, sometimes very troublesome, and has an unstable temperament. Once she has a goal, she will achieve it. She has always been a consistent person.
She looks very brave. In fact, few people know that the reason why she is like this is entirely because she has to choose to leave you, leaving her favorite, a lack of character caused by a lack of character. Even she herself does not know. Mo Xuan,
You still don’t understand that in Nimolan’s heart, you are the only person she recognizes. It took me three years to prove to myself my position in her heart, but that position is not love, but dependence. This kind of
Dependence is like this dessert. Once you eat it, it will be gone. And you are air. Without it, you will be exhausted and dead." It seemed that the alcohol had played a role, and a blush appeared on Li Fuyuan's fair face.
, what he said is also somewhat illogical.
Ji Moxuan looked at him from the side and said nothing. In fact, if there was a mirror in front of Ji Moxuan now, he would see how sad his expression was, which was completely inconsistent with his expression.
Quietly, Ji Moxuan sighed: "Fuyuan, you drank too much. She can't love me anymore. I hurt her too much. Even I don't know how to make up for it."
"As long as you still love her, you don't have to be afraid of anything," Li Fuyuan drank the last red wine and chuckled, "otherwise, I wouldn't have given up the woman I love to you for the second time.