Racing Queen: The president is not too cold

Yan Hui turned her head back blushing, and continued to prepare meals, Ling Yue still looked at Yan Hui with gentle and focused eyes, Yan Hui felt the scorching gaze on his back, and finally couldn't help pushing Ling Yue out.

"Go, go, what are you doing here?" Yan Hui pushed Ling Yue's back, pushed him directly to the sofa and sat down, then closed the kitchen door.

If Ling Yue stood behind her, she would also feel nervous, right?

Seeing Yan Hui like this, Ling Yue felt extremely funny, but he just sat on the sofa and let Yan Hui get busy on his own.It's not that he's inconsiderate, but he knows that if he's around, Yan Hui will definitely feel uncomfortable.

Turned on the TV, Ling Yue watched it intermittently, waiting for Yan Hui to announce the start of dinner.

As time passed, the fragrance gradually spread out, and Yan Hui, who had been busy since the middle of the afternoon, finally got everything ready before the sun set.

She didn't rush to inform Ling Yue to eat, but quietly walked around Ling Yue, and changed into a skirt in another room——

This skirt was the one she liked very much when she was doing styling, but Ling Yue disagreed with the one she wore.

Ling Yue's careful thinking, of course she knows that this guy definitely doesn't like other men seeing her like this, but if she wears it for him to see, this man will be very happy in his heart.

With her hair loose and light makeup quietly applied, Yan Hui looked at herself in the mirror and suddenly felt a little embarrassed. Wearing this dress here is a bit too grand, isn't it?

However, this skirt really suits her so well, and it's so beautiful that Yan Hui is reluctant to take it off.

Forget it, as long as it looks good, Yan Hui walked out anyway.

"Ling Yue, wash your hands and prepare to eat." Yan Hui said softly.

Ling Yue didn't expect Yan Hui's voice to come from behind him, he turned his head subconsciously, and met a flamboyant red at this moment.

A flash of surprise flashed in his eyes, Ling Yue laughed and teased: "Miss Yan, didn't we agree to have dinner? Are we going to the dance now?"

Yan Hui turned in a circle: "Mr. Ling, today this dress is only for you, not for the prom."

The words "Only for you" fell in Ling Yue's ears, and it was really sweet. He looked at Yan Hui's graceful figure outlined by the skirt, and a hot flame appeared in his dark eyes. .

"Then thank you, Ms. Yan." Ling Yue got up lazily, showing a charming smile.

The two sat down facing each other, and Yan Hui pointed to the table full of dishes and said: "I handle all these things myself from the time I buy them to the completion. That's it."

Ling Yue nodded solemnly: "Okay, I understand, if it doesn't taste good, just take a few bites less."

Although "eat a few bites less" was his own words, but when Ling Yue said that, Yan Hui still couldn't help asking him: "Under normal circumstances, when a girl says that, shouldn't a man answer 'It can't be bad food ’ or ‘I’m sure I’ll finish it’?”

This is how a girl's mind is. Even though Yan Hui is already a very carefree and easygoing person, she still has some instincts to listen to good things.

Ling Yue looked at her and let out a muffled laugh, but no matter how Yan Hui asked him why he was laughing, he never said anything.

Today's recipe was deliberated by Yan Hui in her heart for a long time. It can be said that she was silently preparing for today before her injury healed.

Therefore, every dish here is Ling Yue's favorite taste, and even the dishes are his favorite.

Ling Yue just took a few bites when he discovered the mystery in the dish. He raised his brows and let out a "hmm".

"What's the matter? Is the taste bad?" Yan Hui was very nervous about Ling Yue's reaction. When she saw Ling Yue making such a sound, her first reaction was that the food was not tasty.

"Shall I try it?" Yan Hui hurriedly picked up a chopstick and put it into her mouth. She was even more puzzled after tasting it: "It tastes good, it's not too bad..."

Only then did Ling Yue ask her out loud, "How do you know I like these?"

Ling Yue knew whether Yan Hui had asked someone about his taste, because if Yan Hui had asked, someone would have told him, but there was no movement before.

Therefore, these must have been observed by Yan Hui himself.

Sure enough, when Ling Yue asked this question, a red cloud quickly appeared on Yan Hui's face, and she made a look of indifference: "Oh, it's just that you like these when we eat together, so I made these for you .”

She said it lightly, but Ling Yue felt an indescribable feeling in his heart when he heard it.

As the heir of the Ling Group, Ling Yue was taught one thing since he was a child - don't express your likes and dislikes lightly.

Therefore, when he usually does something, even if he likes it, he will not show it obviously. Even the chef in Ling's house slowly tasted a little bit of his preferences, and then he did it under the advice of the housekeeper. There are meals that match Lingyue's taste.

Unexpectedly, Yan Hui could figure out his taste in such a short period of time?
Of course, there is a reason why he never deliberately concealed it in front of Yan Hui, but Yan Hui really put his heart into knowing his preferences.

Unexpectedly, she had been quietly caring about his taste. Ling Yue's heart was sour and soft. With this bonus, the food in his mouth really became a priceless delicacy.

"It's delicious." Ling Yue looked at Yan Hui seriously, and then he picked up a chopstick and put it into the bowl: "Today, I'm going to eat all of it."

After listening to Ling Yue's words, Yan Hui smiled quietly. The food in his mouth seemed to have too much sugar, and there was no other taste except sweetness.

"Oh, I forgot!" Yan Hui slapped his forehead and ran to the kitchen to get another bottle of wine.

Ling Yue looked at the degree on the wine bottle and narrowed his eyes: "Want to drink?"

Yan Hui nodded vigorously: "Yeah, how can I have food but no wine, anyway, I'm at home, so I'm not afraid of getting drunk."

Seeing Yan Hui's serious expression, Ling Yue smiled: "Okay, let's drink."