ebookland Chapter 552 Premier Wen Cooks Brown Sugar Dumplings
Chapter 552 Premier Wen Cooks Brown Sugar Dumplings
After leaving Su Tianxiao, Ning Yao was taken home by Wen Tingye without any explanation.
Ning Yao had barely stepped into the bedroom when her phone rang, making her thigh go numb from the vibration.
Wen Tingye took the phone directly from Ning Yao's pocket, glanced at the caller ID on the screen, and quickly answered it.
"Your mother is resting and can't answer the phone right now. If you and your sister can't sleep, I'll arrange for a nanny to go over." The man spoke in a low voice, lying through his teeth, but his tone was very calm.
Ning Yao wasn't asleep at all; she was clearly standing right next to him, her bright fox eyes wide open, filled with disbelief.
Lying to children? Wen Tingye actually lied to his own son and daughter, two six-year-old children!
"Baoying, be good. Daddy will come home to see you tomorrow." Wen Tingye said a few more words to the two children on the phone, and then hung up.
Ning Yao confirmed that the call had ended before speaking, somewhat annoyed, "Why did you lie to them? I'm clearly still awake. What time is it?"
"You need to rest well, behave yourself, and stop worrying and stressing."
Wen Tingye's voice was already pleasant to listen to, magnetic and deep, and when combined with his unintentional gentleness, it was enough to melt Ning Yao's heart.
The young woman's heart was burning, and her ears involuntarily turned red.
Before Ning Yao could speak, Wen Tingye asked again, "Does your stomach really not hurt? If it does, tell me and I'll help you find a way to relieve it."
Having heard that women often experience discomfort during their periods, Wen Tingye even found a related educational video and watched it carefully from beginning to end.
Some people rate menstrual pain on a scale of one to ten, and some women even have a pain index as high as seven or eight.
Wen Tingye didn't know what level Ning Yao was at; after all, he wasn't Ning Yao and couldn't empathize with her.
She said it didn't hurt, but her expression wasn't good, and Wen Tingye felt that Ning Yao's words were not very credible.
"It's not that bad. I have the White Flame Blood Jade, which warms the spiritual spring throughout my body every month during my period. All my meridians are open, and apart from lower back pain, I don't feel anything else." Ning Yao didn't know how many times she had explained this to Wen Tingye.
Why can't this man be reasoned with? He's a man, and he's inexperienced, so why does he always seem to doubt her?
"Don't always rely on that kind of thing. No one knows when it will disappear from your body." Wen Tingye stretched out his slender index finger and tapped Ning Yao's forehead twice as a warning.
"I'll go make you some sweet treats to warm your stomach. You can rest here for a while. If you need anything, just call the maid. I've arranged for her to wait outside the door. The door is open, so just call softly; she'll hear you."
As Wen Tingye spoke, he bent down and lightly kissed Ning Yao's lips, without any desire.
Ning Yao watched Wen Tingye's departing figure and looked at the maid standing at the door in surprise.
Since there are other people at home, why insist on making the desserts yourself?
Besides, Wen Tingye has hired a chef; if he wants to eat something, he just needs to give the order.
Since Wen Tingye was willing, Ning Yao ignored him and took out her phone, finding a comfortable position to recline on the sofa.
Wen Tingye was busy in the kitchen for a while, and only after he finished making the dessert did he carry the two bowls upstairs with satisfaction.
The bedroom door was always open, and the maid was standing by the door. It seemed that Ning Yao hadn't given any special instructions.
The man carried the sweet soup into the room, only to be met with this scene.
Ning Yao tilted her head slightly, arched her back on the sofa, one shoulder slumped down while the other was slightly raised, and her slender fingers frantically reached into the gaps in the carpet, as if she were picking something up.
The woman is tall and slender, yet she has plenty of curves in the right places.
Ning Yao had no idea that Wen Tingye had arrived. She had earphones in her ears, her full lips slightly parted, and she hummed a light tune through her nose.
The candy that had fallen to the ground was one she had just picked up casually. It was jasmine and white peach flavored, a flavor she had recently been enjoying. It was sweet but not cloying, and had a refreshing taste that brought her great pleasure.
She had already eaten two before Wen Tingye returned, but she still wanted to eat more.
She dropped the last candy from the plate onto the floor, where it fell into the carpet. The carpet was white with a hint of pink, just like the wrapper of the jasmine and white peach candy, making it difficult to find.
Out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of a pair of men's casual shoes by the door. They were Wen Tingye's shoes, and they were a matching pair with hers.
"You're back? Why aren't you coming in? What are you doing standing there?" Ning Yao straightened up, smiling as she looked at Wen Tingye, who stood motionless at the door like a block of wood. Her cool voice carried a hint of sweetness, like that of a white peach.
Her sweet and cool voice was especially pleasing in the sweltering summer heat.
Wen Tingye glanced down at his pants, making sure they were loose enough to avoid giving anything away, before confidently moving closer to Ning Yao, trying his best to conceal the burning light in his eyes.
Tall and aloof, he stood beside the woman, slowly bending down and picking up the white peach-flavored candy with his long, elegant fingers.
"Don't stand sideways like that when picking things up, you might fall." When Wen Tingye spoke, he realized that his voice had become hoarse, with a barely perceptible heat.
Ning Yao was very confident in her sense of balance. She had once competed with someone on an electric sled on the rooftop of a 100-story building and won decisively!
"No, I have always had a good sense of balance. This is such a simple pose, I won't fall."
After she finished speaking, the young woman curled her slightly pale lips into a haughty smile.
If Ning Yao were to be transformed into a fairy at this moment, and given a tail, that tail would surely be held high, reaching straight to the ceiling.
It was true that he couldn't be thrown, but those words only intensified the romantic feelings in Wen Tingye's heart.
The word "posture" was magnified infinitely in Wen Tingye's mind, even becoming a concrete image.
"Try it." Wen Tingye forced himself to calm down. Now was not a good time to think about these things; his woman was not available.
Wen Tingye sat down next to Ning Yao and placed the plate he was holding on the coffee table in front of him.
After settling in, Wen Tingye picked up the bowl, took the spoon, and gently and skillfully scooped up the brown sugar dumplings from the bowl.
The dumplings are made with molds in the shapes of cute cats and rabbits. Just by looking at them, you can tell they must be very soft, chewy, and bouncy.
Ning Yao glanced at the food in her bowl, then at the spoon Wen Tingye had scooped up. A strand of hair slipped down to her lips and clung to them.
"Why don't you let the chef do it? Aren't you tired?" Ning Yao tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, looked at Wen Tingye, and asked curiously.
"Only brown sugar dumplings made by your man will have any effect," Wen Tingye said, raising an eyebrow and a handsome smile playing on his thin lips, his voice full of doting affection.