I had a flash marriage with a rich man

Chapter 914 I'm Not Jealous

"it is good."

Ling Zhihao did not refuse.

He felt so hungry now that he could eat whatever was available.

Furthermore, he came to the Yang family as a guest, and he would eat whatever the host cooked for him.

Yang Mingfeng washed the pot, put some water in it, covered the pot, turned on the fire, took out two green onions and a small handful of coriander from the refrigerator, and asked the man outside in a loud voice: " Zhihao, do you like coriander? Do you want to add some coriander?"

Ling Zhihao said quickly: "I don't eat coriander."

He hates the smell.

After Yang Mingfeng heard this, he put the coriander back in the refrigerator.

Then I took some meat and an egg from the refrigerator.

Ling Zhihao was sitting alone in the hall, a little bored, so he got up and walked over, standing at the door of the kitchen and watching Yang Mingfeng cooking noodles for him.

Sensing his approach, Yang Mingfeng looked at him and said with a smile: "Are you hungry? There is fruit on the coffee table. You can eat some fruit first to cushion your stomach. I don't have biscuits or bread at home. I just moved in. I didn’t buy a lot of things.”

Because she is busy with work, she has no time to eat snacks, so she rarely has snacks at home.

"I'm hungry, but not so hungry that I want to eat raw noodles. I'm just bored. The villa you rent is so big, it's about the same size as my home, but it only houses your family of three, so it seems particularly quiet."

"Wouldn't it be better to be quiet? I just like quiet and don't like bustling."

Yang Mingfeng smiled and said, "How about you watch TV first?"

"I can't see it. I don't usually watch TV. Even if I turn on the TV, I just leave it on to listen to the sound."

Ling Zhihao simply walked into the kitchen, watched her cutting lean meat, and asked her, "Is there anything I can do?"

"The water is boiling. You put some oil and salt in it. Put the lean meat I cut into the pot first, cook it for a while, then add the noodles, and the chopped green onions last. I'll fry the eggs first."

Yang Mingfeng said: "I rarely cook. I cook noodles casually, as long as they are cooked enough to be eaten."

"When you're hungry, it doesn't matter whether the food tastes good or not. The most important thing is that it can fill your stomach."

"You talk like a starving man. If word spreads, other people's glasses will fall all over the floor. Who would have thought that President Lingda would also be hungry one day."

Ling Zhihao did what Yang Mingfeng said and said while doing it: "That's right. If I hadn't experienced it myself, I wouldn't believe that my parents didn't leave me anything to eat. I can fill my stomach at home. Snacks were also hidden by them.”

"I'm not afraid that my son will starve to death and I won't have a son to support them in their old age."

Yang Mingfeng chuckled, "Your parents have two sons and your sister. They are really not afraid that no one will care for them in their old age."

Ling Zhihao: "...My brother is still smart. He doesn't go home unless there is something important, so he can avoid being forced to get married by my parents."

He is the successor and cannot leave everything behind and hide away like his younger brother.

"What kind of girl do you like?"

"I don't know. Anyway, whatever makes my heart move, and makes me willing to end my single life and spend the rest of my life with her."

Yang Mingfeng: "...It's as if you didn't say anything. There are many young girls in our company, some of them are good-looking. I'll introduce two to you another day."

"Thank you, no, there are more young girls in my company."

Ling Zhihao didn't want to look for it, and he didn't know why he didn't want to look for it. It couldn't be because of Yang Mingfeng, right?

He, well, has no idea about her.

Besides, Yang Mingfeng never really said she loved him.

After graduation, they were separated for several years, and now they are reunited. Although they are both single and have no boyfriend or girlfriend, Yang Mingfeng still did not say that she loved him, and the look in her eyes was very calm. It seemed that back then, everyone said that Yang Mingfeng loved him deeply. , just a rumor.

"Yes, your Ling Group is a big group, and there are more young female employees in the company. If you like it, you can choose a concubine. By the way, classmate Ling Zhihao, do you really like the same sex as your parents suspect you? Right? Or is there something wrong with you?"

Ling Zhihao had a dark look on his face, "Yang Mingfeng, do you think I'm gay? Do you think I'm sick and inhumane?"

"Whether you can be humane or not is something you can't tell."

Ling Zhihao was speechless.

Really, I can’t tell.

Yang Mingfeng fried the eggs, put the chopped green onions into the pot, turned off the fire, and said to Ling Zhihao: "It's done."

She brought a big bowl, washed it, put it down, then took two small cloths, picked up the pot, poured the soup and noodles directly into the big bowl, then scooped up the fried poached egg and put it on In the bowl.

"Take it out to eat."

Ling Zhihao said nothing, with a sullen face, picked up the bowl of noodles, walked out of the kitchen, and sat down in the restaurant.

The freshly cooked noodles were too hot and burned his mouth, so he did not eat them immediately.

"Do you have a taste? If the taste is not enough, you can add some soy sauce, chili sauce or something. I also like to add some vinegar when I eat it. It's a little sour and a little spicy. It tastes great."

"I don't eat spicy food and I'm not jealous."

Yang Mingfeng smiled and said: "When you have a girl you like, you will be jealous."

Ling Zhihao stopped answering again.

After Yang Mingfeng cleaned the pot and came out of the kitchen, Ling Zhihao began to eat the noodles slowly. Yang Mingfeng sat down opposite him and watched him eat.

She suddenly felt so happy while eating the noodles she had cooked with her own hands, having been secretly in love with the man for many years.

Although the two have not become lovers yet, at least she knows that Ling Zhihao is no longer as disgusted with her as before.

"Mingfeng, Mingfeng."

Mother Yang's shouts came from outside the house.

Ling Zhihao's noodle eating movements became more elegant.

Yang Mingfeng stood up and walked out while responding to her mother.

"Take these things in. Mom's shoes are dirty. Wash them outside before going in. Is your old classmate here?"

Mother Yang asked casually.

She handed the vegetable basket in her hand to her daughter. There were unfinished vegetable seedlings in the vegetable basket.

"Here he is, in the house."

Mother Yang said oh, looked inside, and said, "Is it the old classmate from the Ling family next door? I'll ask him later if he wants vegetables, and I'll order them and he will take them back. We grow the vegetables ourselves, okay eat."

"Mom, we haven't eaten the vegetables you planted yet."

"Those vegetables in the refrigerator were picked by your father and I when we returned to our hometown. They were not grown by us ourselves."

Yang Mingfeng smiled and said: "When the vegetables grown at home are ready to be eaten, we can send some over. They are fresh. You and my dad don't have to run back to your hometown all the time. It's quite annoying to go back and forth."

"For the vegetables I planted before, I always had to go back and pick them. Should I let them all rot in the ground? The vegetables in this city are expensive. Not to mention expensive, they are not as delicious as the ones we grow ourselves."

Mother Yang said, turned away, and went to wash her feet under the faucet not far away.

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