"Ye Fan, I want to eat twice-cooked pork, but I don't want it spicy."
"The crayfish was so spicy last time, I want something light."
When Ye Fan took a shower, changed his clothes and was busy in the kitchen, Tang Ruoxue leaned against the door frame and muttered to Ye Fan what she wanted to eat.
Ye Fan responded angrily: "Your uncle, why don't you be so pretentious when eating twice-cooked pork without it being spicy?"
Tang Ruoxue folded her hands on her chest: "You don't have to do it, there are only two hungry people anyway."
"Okay, okay, I'll make you twice-cooked pork with garlic sprouts."
Ye Fan suddenly discovered that the cooking skills he had developed after being in the Tang family for a year and being made difficult by Lin Qiuling in every possible way were still very beneficial. At least he knew how to adapt to changes.
He made non-spicy twice-cooked pork according to Tang Ruoxue's request, then made three dishes and one soup, and finally heated up the leftover lunch.
In Wei Palace, whether it was Zhao Mingyue, Ye Tianci or Tang Ruoxue, they almost didn't eat rice, and it was basically Ye Fan who took care of it.
So he used to finish the leftovers.
Soon, four dishes and one soup were served, and Ye Fan also served two bowls of rice.
“Would the twice-cooked pork be delicious if it wasn’t spicy?”
Sitting next to the dining table, Tang Ruoxue was making things difficult for Ye Fan as always: "It doesn't taste good. I want to order barbecue. You can't stop me."
"If you have a strong taste and want to eat barbecue, just say so. Why are you trying to make things difficult for me by offering non-spicy twice-cooked pork?"
Ye Fan saw through the woman's thoughts at a glance: "If you don't want to eat, I will."
Tang Ruoxue lowered her head and took a bite of the twice-cooked pork. She was stunned when she took the bite. She thought it would taste terrible, but she didn't know it was so delicious.
She was a little surprised and pleasantly surprised. She didn't expect that this bastard's cooking skills were getting better and better. This was almost the best twice-cooked pork she had ever eaten in her entire life.
She took her chopsticks and ate with big mouthfuls. She usually only ate half a bowl of white porridge, but she quickly finished a bowl of rice.
And it’s still unfinished.
Tang Ruoxue was holding twice-cooked pork while looking at Ye Fan's rice.
"Isn't it enough to eat?"
Ye Fan looked at the woman who was eating with her bowl upturned:
"Twice-cooked pork goes perfectly with rice. Unfortunately, there are only two bowls of rice tonight. How about I give you this bowl?"
He thought about making more twice-cooked pork in the future, so that Tang Ruoxue would eat more rice and make herself and her fetus healthier.
"What a good man!"
Ye Fan originally thought that given Tang Ruoxue's temperament, he would be disdainful. After all, he had eaten three mouthfuls of rice, but Tang Ruoxue took away the rice from him without any courtesy.
Then, she picked up the twice-cooked pork and ate it.
Ye Fan was stunned on the spot, his chopsticks stopped in mid-air, and he shouted for a long time: "Hey, I've eaten, I've eaten..."
Tang Ruoxue took a big mouthful of rice and said, "Who told you to be so lazy that you don't cook rice?"
Ye Fan couldn't laugh or cry...
"Ding--"
At this moment, Ye Fan's new mobile phone vibrated slightly, and a call came in.
He glanced at Song Hongyan!
Ye Fan's lips twitched, he put down his chopsticks, picked up his cell phone to answer the call, and walked outside:
"Sister Yan, good evening..."
The voice is as light as the spring breeze, as gentle, as full of affection...
Tang Ruoxue's movements froze when she saw this, and the twice-cooked pork in her mouth was instantly tasteless...
"Ye Fan, I heard that Wu Yixiang attacked you?"
At the door, Song Hongyan's caring and anxious voice came to Ye Fan's ears: "Are you injured?"
In order to prevent people around him from worrying about the attack, Ye Fan sent a brief summary of the incident to Ye Zhendong and the others.
Song Hongyan also knew it.
"Sister Yan, don't worry, I'm fine. I'm very fine."
Ye Fan didn't hide anything: "Yes, it was Wu Yixiang who attacked me, or Chen Long himself attacked me."
"Looking at him, he probably wants to take revenge for the Tang Sect."
"Someone had tampered with the U.S. dollar bill template, and it was transferred to Emgrand Bank through my hands. Emgrand Bank is also involved with the Tang Sect."
"This template finally came into Tang Pingfan's hands."
"I don't know what exactly happened, but I know that Tang Pingfan must have suffered a heavy blow, causing the Tang family to lose their minds and seek revenge on those who plotted against him."
He had absolute trust in Song Hongyan: "I took the blame for someone else."
"Tang Pingfan asked Wu Yixiang to take revenge on you?"
Song Hongyan was startled when she heard this, and then her tone became uncontrollably sharp:
"Tang Pingfan wants to kill you? How dare he kill you?"
Her voice was filled with anger: "If you touch my man, is he out of his mind?"
Ye Fan was stunned for a moment and smiled bitterly:
"He probably thought that I was manipulating the template, and now that he has fallen into a fight, he is so angry that he wants to kill me."
"If my estimate is correct, there is a high probability that he was poisoned, because I really can't imagine that the template can contain other killing moves."
"Uncle Dong also called me today and said that something seems to have happened within the Tang Sect, but he can't find out for the time being."
"Judging from Chenlong's situation, if Tang Sect had not lost his mind and asked him to take action, he probably would not have become my enemy so quickly."
"In my original calculation, it would take at least half a year for Chenlong to break up with me and fight to the death."
He added: "But it doesn't matter, wait for me to wait for a few days, and then I will settle the score with Chenlong and Tangmen."
When he just finished taking a bath, he drew the image of Chen Long and gave it to Wei Hong to arrest them, just like the last time he wanted Xiong Tianjun.
Song Hongyan said decisively: "Ye Fan, leave this matter to me to investigate, and I will definitely give you an explanation."
Ye Fan was startled: "This is the bastard of Wuyi Lane and Tangmen. What explanation do you want to give me?"
Song Hongyan said nothing, as if she was hesitating about something.
Ye Fan smiled: "Sister Yan, don't worry, I can take care of myself, and you can also take care of Sissi and yourself."
"Ye Fan, if Tang Pingfan did this, I will definitely give you an explanation."
Song Hongyan repeated decisively, and then hung up the phone with a bang.
Ye Fan was slightly stunned. He didn't understand why Song Hongyan was so resentful towards Tang Pingfan.
After thinking for a moment, Ye Fan didn't find the answer, so he turned back to the dining room to eat.
When he returned to the dining table, he found that Tang Ruoxue had finished eating, but there was still half a bowl of rice left for him.
Ye Fan picked up his chopsticks and swept away the food on the table. After washing the dishes, he took Tang Ruoxue's pulse.
After confirming that the fetus was safe and sound, he asked her to take an early bath and go to bed.
Tang Ruoxue obeyed Ye Fan's instructions obediently.
It's just that the woman didn't sleep very soundly, turning over and panting from time to time, looking very anxious.
When Ye Fan saw her like this, he simply got into the bed, propped up his head, and coaxed her like a child, patting her back from time to time.
Then, he used his fingers to gently massage Tang Ruoxue's head.
This kind of comfort seemed to be very effective. After tossing for a while, Tang Ruoxue hugged his waist and fell asleep.
The irritability on the woman's face gradually became calmer and calmer.
Ye Fan exhaled a long breath and gently stroked the woman's hair, with unspeakable love in his eyes.
"Ye Fan, can I not have children..."
Suddenly, Tang Ruoxue murmured in her sleep:
"I don't want this child!"
Ye Fan stiffened, unable to hide his shock. He looked down and saw faint traces of tears in the corners of the woman's eyes...
