ebookland Chapter 153 Cooking together
Chapter 153 Cooking together
The sun was exceptionally bright today. When she was sitting on the open-air balcony of her study, concentrating on sketching the clouds in the sky, the crisp sound of the doorbell broke the tranquility.
The painting was almost finished. She gently placed her brush on the watercolor tray beside her, her eyes gently falling on the blue on the canvas. Until the doorbell rang again, she slowly stood up and walked down the winding stairs with light steps.
She was wearing a lavender chiffon dress, the hem of which swayed gently in the wind, like a violet blooming in the morning mist.
In order to avoid her hair being messy while painting, she deliberately used an exquisite jade hairpin to tie up her long hair. A few strands of hair inadvertently fell on her temples, adding a touch of casual softness to her.
The first thing that caught Lin Xuan's eye was Ye Wanqing's slender and elegant neck. With her hair tied up high, her long neck looked as noble as a swan. She walked closer step by step, and every step seemed to follow a light melody.
However, the swan today seemed to have a hint of subtle fatigue.
His dark eyes flickered slightly, his mind churning with thoughts, yet he remained calm. He looked directly into Ye Wanqing's eyes and said softly, "I'm sorry, I've had a severe headache today, and it's been almost non-stop."
Ye Wanqing nodded slightly, touched the button on the door with her fingertips, and the black iron door slowly opened under the drive of the motor.
"Have you seen a doctor?" Her voice was full of concern.
"I've seen it." He answered briefly, with a barely perceptible hint of alienation in his tone.
He wove lies like silk, and Ye Wanqing didn't notice anything unusual: "Does Mrs. Lin know?"
"I don't want to make her worry." He sighed.
Upon hearing this, Ye Wanqing's eyes flashed with approval: "Indeed, it is better to keep such news secret."
Migraine, this old problem, always leaves people helpless.
She handed him a glass of warm water and said softly, "My massage technique is not professional. You should ask Secretary Zhao to arrange a professional doctor for you."
Lin Xuan took the water cup and sat on the soft sofa, with a hint of worry still between his brows: "I will deal with it as soon as possible."
He took a sip of water and turned his gaze to Ye Wanqing: "If I disturb you, I can leave immediately."
"It's not that I'm disturbing you, I'm just worried that my presence will make you more uncomfortable." There was a deep meaning hidden in her words.
Regardless of whether Lin Xuan's headache was real or not, Ye Wanqing would always try her best to meet his request out of respect for Mrs. Lin. However, the frequent interruptions would gradually wear away her patience.
Lin Xuan put down the water cup and his eyes inadvertently swept across the medicine box on the table. It was a small medicine box prepared by Ye Wanqing for him. The medicines inside had been carefully packaged, but he couldn't recognize what kind of medicines they were.
Ye Wanqing noticed his gaze, smiled lightly, and put the medicine box into the drawer.
"Secretary Zhao has been looking for someone recently."
Lin Xuan withdrew his gaze, as if nothing had happened.
The aroma of clear chicken soup wafting from the kitchen whetted his appetite.
"Can I stay for dinner?" There was a hint of subtle expectation in his request.
Ye Wanqing was slightly stunned. She and Lin Xuan had known each other for many years, but this was the first time he had taken the initiative to ask her to stay for dinner.
A dinner is just a small thing in life, so she naturally wouldn't refuse: "Then you——"
"I'm not in a hurry." He interrupted with a smile, then took off his suit jacket, unbuttoned his cuffs, rolled up his sleeves, and looked ready to show off his skills: "Let me help you prepare dinner."
"Really, there's no need. Just sit down and rest." Ye Wanqing looked at his hands. Those were the hands that commanded a huge business empire. How could they be suitable for being busy in this small kitchen?
Lin Xuan ignored her and walked straight into the kitchen: "What are you planning to cook tonight?"
Ye Wanqing followed him helplessly, biting her lower lip lightly, then turned around and took out tonight's ingredients from the refrigerator.
She handed him a bag of fresh asparagus and said, "Then please help me with these snow peas."
Lin Xuan is not good at processing food ingredients, but that doesn't stop him from trying.
He took the box full of emerald green peas with a hint of clumsy curiosity in his eyes. When he looked at Ye Wanqing, the corners of his mouth unconsciously rose.
Seeing this, Ye Wanqing chuckled and took the box back from his hand with gentle and skillful movements.
"Look, like this, gently pinch off the two ends." She said as she demonstrated, her fingers jumping deftly among the snow peas.
Lin Xuan observed carefully, and a flash of understanding flashed in his eyes: "So it's so simple."
He took the box back and lowered his head to concentrate on the "work" of picking beans, while Ye Wanqing washed her hands silently beside him, her eyes occasionally falling on his serious profile, with mixed feelings in her heart.
In the end, she just sighed softly and decided to have a deep talk with him after dinner.
In the kitchen, there is only the crisp sound of knives and boards hitting each other, and the occasional sound of running water, creating a quiet and harmonious atmosphere.
Lin Xuan quickly completed the task of picking beans. When he looked up, he saw Ye Wanqing carefully cutting red peppers. Her knife skills were skillful, and every cut was just right.
This scene reminded Lin Xuan of the past, and a wave of emotion surged in his heart. He quietly left the kitchen, unwilling to disturb this rare tranquility.
As the kitchen door gently closed, Ye Wanqing paused in her chopping motions, then resumed her rhythm. Time slipped by, and night fell quietly at six o'clock. Lin Xuan came to the balcony, feeling the gentle caress of the night breeze, which brought a hint of coolness.
He touched his chest out of habit, only to find that his coat had been left on the sofa in the living room. His eyes inadvertently swept across the room and caught sight of Ye Wanqing busy in the kitchen.
She was wearing a light blue apron, and her figure looked particularly graceful under the soft light. Her focused expression made people feel pity for her.
At this moment, Lin Xuan seemed to be able to see through the mist of time and re-examine Ye Wanqing.
In their previous marriage, they each got what they needed, but looking back now, they found that she was much more resilient and independent than they had imagined.
That self-respect and principles made him think about and reflect on it countless times in the days after his divorce.
In the kitchen, Ye Wanqing had already prepared everything. The fire was lit, the range hood was roaring softly, and everything was in order.
Lin Xuan stood on the balcony, feeling an unprecedented peace in his heart, even the urge to smoke disappeared.
After a moment, he turned back into the house, his eyes once again falling on the medicine box that Ye Wanqing had placed casually.
He picked it up carefully, quickly took a picture of the pills inside with his phone, and then gently put it back in its place, as if nothing had happened.
When Ye Wanqing walked out of the kitchen with the last dish, Lin Xuan had already set the table for her.
The two sat opposite each other and enjoyed this hard-earned dinner.
Ye Wanqing poured a bowl of soup for Lin Xuan and smiled warmly: "If your mother knew, she would definitely have all sorts of thoughts."
Her words were light-hearted and natural, yet they inadvertently touched Lin Xuan's heartstrings.
He listened quietly, with complex emotions surging in his heart, as if at this moment, all the misunderstandings and estrangements became less important.