After rebirth, Yan Shao can't climb high

When the meal was in full swing, Yan Tingjue put down the bowl and chopsticks, "I'll ask you a question."

Grandpa Yan saw everyone looking at his grandson strangely, and said with a smile: "The dishes made by Xiaowan are delicious, you eat yours, don't bother with this idiot."

"..."

Yan Tingjue looked at the garlic and cucumber that had been dried up by everyone, and was stubborn.

"It's not a difficult question."

"Don't talk about my sister!" Jing Wuxuan's eyes were not friendly, his face was full of greasy food, and his image was far from the actor's image.

"It's not about Wanwan."

"Young Jue, ask." Mrs. Jing put down her bowl and chopsticks and looked at him with kindness and kindness.

Yan Tingjue was embarrassed for a moment, and it was just a small problem. Mrs. Jing looked at him like this, and he was a little emboldened.

Jing Wanwan glanced at him, and had already noticed that he was staring at the pot of cucumbers from time to time.

"He wants to ask everyone, is that pot of cold cucumber delicious?"

Jing Wuling: "It's delicious."

Jing Wuzhen: "It's very delicious!"

Jing Wuwei and Jing Wujie said in unison: "It's cool and crisp, very refreshing!"

"It's really good!" Jing Rufeng picked up the napkin and touched his mouth, "Honey, is it delicious?"

"Our little Wan's dishes are all delicious."

"I didn't make that cucumber." Jing Wanwan confessed honestly, "Yan Tingjue made it."

The fourth son of the Jing family, who was called delicious, had the same expression as if he had eaten shit.

Jing Wuzhen: "I, I..." Is it too late to spit it out now?

Yan Tingjue saw the changes in their expressions, and a malicious smile flashed across his eyes, "Why, you haven't eaten enough? I can make another plate."

"You don't have to!" Jing Wuxuan was so angry that he felt distressed, and stuffed a good amount of boiled beef into his mouth with chopsticks, his cheeks were bulging.

Yan Tingjue was very satisfied with this guy's reaction, and looked at the third and fourth of the Jing family.

Both of them lowered their heads one after another, and stuffed vegetables into their mouths together with the second brother.

Only Jing Wuling looked at him lightly.

"I didn't expect Yan Shao to be a chef."

"Being the big brother is a compliment, and I will work hard."

"You're a few months older than me."

"I was with Wan Wan and his wife, so I should call you big brother."

"..." This guy is so sinister.

Jing Wanwan put down the bowl and chopsticks, "I'm full, eat slowly."

After the words fell, he got up and walked out.

Yan Tingjue stood up, Jing Wuxuan's eyes widened again.

"What are you doing!" Jing Wuzhen spoke too anxiously, spewing out a few grains of rice.

"Shut up!" Mrs. Jing glared at her second grandson, "You don't look good after eating!"

Jing Wuzhen: "..."

It's outrageous!Whose grandma is this grandma!
The third and fourth children ate in silence, not daring to speak.

Jing Wuling put down the bowls and chopsticks, "Don't worry, I'll just go and have a look."

"Boss!" Mrs. Jing liked her eldest grandson the most, she was not willing to scold her, her brows were frowning.

Jing Wuling smiled reassuringly, "Don't worry, grandma, he won't bully Xiao Wan, and I won't stand still."

Jing Wanwan went to the kitchen to wash a peach, gnawed on the peach and prepared to go upstairs.

"Wan Wan."

She turned her head and looked at Yan Tingjue.

"what?"

"I hope to have opportunities like this more often in the future."

"A chance to cook?" Jing Wanwan smiled faintly, and leaned against the wall, looking like a ruffian.

"I'd like to ask you, are you tired after so much drama helping a cook?"

"Not tired."

"Besides shooting cucumbers with garlic, what else will you do? Next time, let my family give you a comment."

"I didn't lie to you, I only know how to shoot cucumbers with garlic." Yan Tingjue took a step closer, and said patiently: "I was thrown into the devil training camp back then, and no one was cooking. Feng Liexing is good at cooking, and he was in charge of cooking , I am responsible for helping him in the kitchen and mixing some cold dishes."

"Oh." Jing Wan Wan took a bite of a peach, "Don't follow me, it's getting late, I'm going upstairs to wash and sleep."

"Good night."

"..."

"Wan Wan, good night."

To this day, she still remembers that she waited for him to come home every night, and said good night to him eagerly.

He never called back.

"I remember you once asked me what else does good night mean."

"..."

"I didn't answer you at the time, but now I'm answering you. I don't know if you still want to hear it?"

Jing Wanwan bit the peach hard, her eyes were cloudy and uncertain.

"Whether you want to hear it or not, I think I should answer you. Good night, the pinyin is wanan, which means I love you and love you."

"Wan Wan, thank you for saying good night to me so many times, I only recently learned what it means."

"..." Jing Wanwan's nose was a little sore, her eyes were hot, and she swallowed hard.

Throat eyes seem to be a little swollen.

She hates him like this.

It will disturb her, and it will overwhelm her.

"Although at the moment, I don't have the meaning of good night to you, but I think it's not far away."

Yan Tingjue clenched his fists, feeling inexplicably nervous, and even heard his own heartbeat.

Bang bang bang, very hard.

"When I was 25 years old, I saw all kinds of life and met too many people. I have always claimed to be noble, and there has never been a single person who made me want to get to know and get along again."

Jing Wanwan wanted to take another bite of the peach, but her teeth hit the peach pit, and she frowned.

Yan Tingjue stepped forward and took the peach pit from her hand.

"I think this should be a precursor to first love."

"..."

Jing Wanwan tried her best to stare at him, not to panic.

But she had a strange feeling in her heart, and she couldn't explain it clearly.

"I've never been in a relationship, and I've never liked anyone. I'm trying to make up for my knowledge of love, and all kinds of phenomena remind me..."

"Stop talking." She bit her lower lip, "If you're full, send grandpa home."

After saying that, she turned around and ran upstairs, her steps were chaotic.

Not far away, Jing Wuling stood and listened for a long time.

"Have you heard enough?" Yan Tingjue turned around with disgusted and lofty eyes.

Jing Wuling: "..."

I really don't know how this guy has the face to dislike him?

"Master Jing is almost 20 years old, it's time to get a girlfriend."

"You may not be too lenient."

"Because," Yan Tingjue smiled wickedly, "I don't like you being so boring, so next time you can eavesdrop on my conversation with Wan Wan."

"This is my home." Jing Wuleng looked Yan Tingjue up and down, "Young Master Yan is acting so shamelessly now, if you want to let those famous daughters in Kyoto know, you should jump off the building."

"What does that have to do with me? Even if they steal, murder and set fire, it has nothing to do with me."

Jing Wuling: "..."

It doesn't seem to matter.

"If big brother cares, he can be their savior."

"You are simply sick!" Jing Wuleng went back to the dining room angrily, he couldn't talk to crazy people like Yan Tingjue.

Jing Wanwan sat in front of the computer, opened the mailbox, and received a document, which was sent by Feng Liexing.

Click in, the lyrical music plays, and the animation version of the short movie is played, with rows of subtitles silently displayed.

After it was over, it was Feng Liexing's voice——

"Xiao Wan, do you like it?"