Rebirth of the Ultimate Rich Second Generation

After Liu Wanchuan left, Han Xuan quietly stuffed the note with Lorraine's cell phone number into her pocket. The iceberg, the most famous beauty in the city, unexpectedly, at this moment, Like a little girl who has won a treasure, the corner of her mouth raised a smug arc, secretly delighted.

Han Xuan is an arrogant girl, and was embarrassed to take the initiative to contact Luo Lin, so she took this opportunity and thought she had obtained Luo Lin's cell phone number without knowing it. In the future, even if it's okay to send a harassing text message in the middle of the night, it is estimated that Lorraine doesn't know who it is.

Hmph, you don't need to be arrogant, the class leader has his own way to fix you. When entering the class, Han Xuan unexpectedly threw a triumphant smile at Lan Lan in the back seat. Lan Lan, who was in a daze, scratched her little head inexplicably, wondering what the class leader was smoking.

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Lorraine rushed back to Jingxiang Garden, came to the door of Aunt Qin's house, knocked on the door, and the door was opened by Qin Wanshu, who was dressed at home.

After coming out of the hospital, Qin Wanshu recovered well. At this time, her face was rosy, and her eyes like autumn water flowed with a hint of moisture that would make every man tremble. Today, she wore a loose dress. Brown casual shirt, round low collar, revealing a white and smooth neck, and two sexy collarbones, this does not mean that she is not plump, on the contrary, the one that is somewhat casually wiped in the middle of the collar is a deep ravine , which clearly interprets this point. The two towering and rounded chests seem to be full of elasticity. Even the casual single clothes with full elasticity are fully supported, and they look ready to come out.

On weekdays, Lorraine was accustomed to Qin Wanshu's work attire, and when she saw that she was dressed like the sister next door, she really felt a different flavor.

Stinky boy, what are you staring at? Qin Wanshu seemed to have noticed Lorraine's inadvertent glance at her chest. Two blushes quickly flew over her fair face, but she was not angry. On the contrary, she was a little bit happy. The small white hand symbolized Her sexual chest was covered for a moment, and she said softly and coquettishly.

Lorraine smirked: Where's Aunt Song?

Qin Wanshu blushed and said, She's in the kitchen.

In the kitchen? Lorraine was taken aback, What are you doing in the kitchen?

With that said, the door closed and the two entered the living room.

Qin Wanshu said while clearing the table, Xiao Lin, what question are you asking? Of course you are cooking in the kitchen.

Cook?

Lorraine felt like a big hole had suddenly opened in his brain, and he whirled into it: Little Song Song can cook????!

Thinking of Song Meiyuan's seemingly quite deep family background, and her behavior since she met her, does she look like a woman who can cook at home?

What's the matter, Xiao Lin, don't believe it? Qin Wanshu pursed her lips and smiled, then stepped forward, stopped beside Luo Lin, and whispered into Luo Lin's ear, Actually, I don't believe it either, hehe.

At this time, Qin Wanshu did not feel that the whispering of an aunt and an underage boy at such a close distance was actually a very ambiguous gesture. At least, Lorraine felt a little sway in his heart, and the gentle breath that Qin Wanshu accidentally exhaled when she spoke with a smile made Lorraine's earlobe ticklish.

Lorraine scratched his ears, seeing that Qin Wanshu was not at all unnatural, and secretly thought that he was really unhealthy.

Qin Wanshu continued to laugh in a low voice: She is leaving this afternoon, and I don't know what's going on. I heard that you are going to take a leave and come back to see her. You have to go to the kitchen to cook a meal in person, saying that you are going to leave it for you. Leaving a good image of virtue and virtue.

Oh, so it is.

It turned out to be rushing ducks to the shelves. This little girl Song is still a novice in the kitchen.

Just thinking of this, I suddenly heard the location of the kitchen, and there was a cry of Aah.

Lorraine and Qin Wanshu met for a while, then ran towards the kitchen together, pushed open the kitchen door, and saw that the cooking pot in front of Song Meiyuan was already emitting smoke from the range hood, and a scorched smell filled the air. In the whole kitchen, Song Meiyuan had pigtails, apron and sleeves. She looked like a capable young housewife, but she was far away from the cooking pot, holding a spatula in one hand and covering her arm in the other, with a look of fear. I want to go up and continue cooking, but I seem to be afraid of something. After a cursory inspection, Song Meiyuan's scars on her face had clearly subsided after a few days of recuperation. There were only faint bruise marks on her delicate and tender little arms, but seeing how she was jumping around, it shouldn't be a big problem. .

Seeing Song Meiyuan's battle, Lorraine couldn't help laughing and teasing: I said Aunt Song, are you making explosives? You're scared.

Song Meiyuan rolled her eyes at Lorraine. In fact, she had already heard the voice of Lorraine coming in from outside, but she could not focus on cooking. Unfortunately, she was incompetent as a chef, and immediately said to Qin Wanshu next to Lorraine: Wanshu, Wanshu!...Quick, come and help...

Before she could finish speaking, Lorraine stepped up to greet her, quickly unplugged the plug, and then moved the cooking pot. After a while, the oil fumes in the room were basically exhausted. , At this time, Lorraine was surprised to find that what was being fried in the pot, it was black.

Song Meiyuan glanced at the darkness in the pot, and lowered her forehead helplessly: Alas, my cola chicken wings have failed...

Coke chicken wings? ? ?

Lorraine looked at the black lumps in the pot. It was really hard to imagine that it was chicken wings. He lay on it and sniffed, then turned around and asked, I said, Aunt Song, have you put out the oil?

Put oil? Song Meiyuan frowned, Why do you put oil in Coke chicken wings? When you see someone drinking Coke, they drink it with oil? Do you have any basic common sense?

Uh……

Lorraine and Qin Wanshu were completely speechless this time. This logic is really strong. With Song Meiyuan's level, she is really a talent for cooking, and she should go to prepare explosives.

Okay, Miyuan, don't be brave. It's already two o'clock. If you don't cook quickly, you won't be able to eat well. Let me do it. He tied up his long hair, and gestured to untie the apron on Song Miyuan's body. But Song Meiyuan took a step back, her face full of reluctance: No, let me try it again. I also saw a dish on TV... Yes, braised pork ribs, I can definitely make this! Don't worry! !

Qin Wanshu was stunned: So confident?

That's it! Song Meiyuan said with a smile, This dish needs oil!

I have an ancestor!

No, no...you go out quickly, the kitchen is not your place to stay, why don't you go... Luo Lin and Qin Wanshu hurriedly stepped forward and shoved Song Meiyuan out, although the latter was still threatening, I haven't made my own good dish yet.

Aunt Qin, wait in the living room with Aunt Song. Let me cook today's meal. Luo Lin also pushed Qin Wanshu out of the kitchen.

Ah? You'll do it? No, Xiaolin, how can you cook. Miyuan is self-willed, so don't make trouble, okay? Qin Wanshu hurriedly shook her head, looking like she was about to be knocked unconscious by the two troublemakers.

But Lorraine didn't give her a chance to say more. As soon as the two beauties walked out of the kitchen, Lorraine slammed the kitchen door, then inserted the door lock from inside, and said, The two beauties, just Just wait, it's guaranteed to be a good lunch.

The two women looked at the tightly closed kitchen door, helpless. ...Come on, the plan to cook at home at noon today is a waste, wait, I guess Lorraine, the second-generation ancestor who is under 18 years old, makes a meal that is similar to Song Meiyuan's dynamite chicken wings. Get ready for takeout...

But there are always surprises.

Lorraine's soul is a reborn buddy. Later, he lived alone and took care of himself. When his legs were disabled, he could easily cook a few home-cooked dishes, not to mention he is young and healthy now.

So, after about half an hour, the door of the kitchen opened, and before anyone came out, a strong aroma of dishes wafted out first.

In order to maintain her figure, Song Meiyuan, who ate two fried buns in the morning, was so hungry that her chest was on her back, sniffing the smell of the vegetables, and smacking her lips, her saliva almost came out.

Two beauties, have a meal.

Lorraine went back and forth between the dining room and the kitchen. What's even more funny is that the second generation of dandy, who couldn't even wash clothes in the past few months, was wearing a pink apron, like a new good man at home.

Finally, all the dishes were put on the dining room table by Lorraine.

Lorraine swiftly took off his sleeves and untied his apron, and introduced his proud work with a smile: This is braised pork ribs with oil. Well, this is the cola chicken wings that you failed to challenge, Aunt Song, how about it? Let's have all the flavors, hello, eat later. After saying that, she found that Song Meiyuan couldn't wait to pick up the chopsticks to pick up the chicken wings, Lorraine reached out and patted the chopsticks and put the chopsticks back on the table, Wait until I finish the introduction. Well, this plate is Aunt Qin's favorite dish, shrimp, rice and chrysanthemum, and this plate is my specialty, boiled pork slices. Hey, why do you still eat it, what about you, eh? Why do you still grab it with your hands? It's on!! Lorraine went up and grabbed Song Meiyuan's little hand that was sneaking up to the edge of the plate, and held it tightly, just like a father educating his daughter, Have you washed your hands? Just grab it?

Oh, by the way, I'm so greedy, I forgot to wash my hands. Song Meiyuan stuck her tongue out, swallowed her saliva and reluctantly got up from the chair, wiggling her buttocks and running towards the bathroom.

I didn't wash my hands either. Qin Wanshu became more reserved, pursed her mouth, and went to the bathroom to wash her hands.

When the two beauties came back, Lorraine filled a large bowl of rich and fragrant soup from the kitchen and placed it in the center of the dining table: Hey, four dishes and one soup, all together. Picking up a small bowl to help Song Meiyuan fill up the soup, she said, Aunt Song, I made this bowl of soup specially for you, you can drink more.

Definitely. Song Meiyuan's small hand was frustrated, she slapped her small mouth, and looked impatient, What kind of soup is this?

Lorraine smiled: Papaya salty porridge is specially made for you. Do you know what papaya supplements? You are the same age as my aunt Qin, but it seems to be a little weak in some places.

Who said that! How could Song Meiyuan not hear what Lorraine said about papaya for supplementation, and immediately stood up to her proud shuangfeng, fully expressing her dissatisfaction, swayed for a while, and nibbled her silver teeth: Little devil! What are you doing? What about death! Seeing that I'm leaving, I think I can't deal with you in the future, isn't it presumptuous?