The spring that the wife receives

Su Canye was stunned for a while without speaking, he really couldn't figure out why Qi Lian hoped that he would agree with him and the driver to pick him up from get off work after two sentences.

Because of his silence, Qi Lian's eyes and expression gradually became lost, and even his voice was not as pleasant as it was at the beginning, "Is Xiaoye unwilling to accept my proposal? You don't think the same as I do? You don't want to See me sooner?"

These three questions immediately woke up Su Canye. After recovering, he waved his hands in panic, for fear that Qi Lian would misunderstand him, "I don't accept it..."

Qi Lian pressed her step by step, "Is that accepted?"

"I, I don't want to trouble you too much..."

"I don't think it's troublesome, as long as you don't think I'm troublesome."

Su Canye lowered her head and pursed her lips, "How could I dislike you..."

Qi Lian looked at him, as if he wanted to ask him to nod his head in agreement, "Is that accepted?"

Su Canye still felt that this was inappropriate, "But..."

Qi Lian didn't let him continue, "Xiaoye, just tell me, would you like to see me sooner?"

Su Canye nodded without hesitation, of course he would, he wished he could see Qi Lian all the time.

So the question unconsciously changed from whether Su Canye would like Qi Lian to pick him up from get off work with the driver to whether Su Canye would like to see him earlier, but Su Canye was still unaware of it.

"Since Xiaoye is willing, why not agree to me? Or does Xiaoye want me to wait for you here more?"

When Qi Lian said this, Su Canye raised his hands and "surrendered".

"Okay, I'll listen to A Lian."

Only then did Qi Lian show a satisfied smile, "Let's go, I asked Lin Bo to prepare a durian mille-feuille cake for you."

Speaking of durian, Su Canye's eyes lit up, "Ah Lian, the durian you gave me yesterday was very delicious! It's very sweet!"

"As long as you like it, bring some back today."

"How can I do that? I can't eat and take food at A Lian's house every day, it's not good."

"It's okay, as long as Xiaoye likes it, otherwise it will go bad if no one eats it?"

Su Canye was taken aback when he heard that, "Have you already bought it?"

Qi Lian nodded, "Because I want them to make durian mille-feuille cake for you, I asked Lin Bo to bring back a few more durians, about a dozen, all of which are in the kitchen. You can eat as much as you want, and you can't finish it." It's okay, I'll let them make snacks for you."

Su Canye followed Qi Lian and Lin Butler back to the villa and sat on the sofa. She was still dazed, and hadn't fully accepted the fact that she had realized the freedom of durians.

Butler Lin brought tea and durian mille-feuille cake, Qi Lian looked at Su Canye's faintly tired eyes, and asked with concern: "Did Xiaoye not have a good rest yesterday?"

Probably because the sofa was too soft and comfortable, Su Canye couldn't bear the fatigue from the moment he sat down, and even his reaction was much slower, "I... just went to bed late."

"Did you sleep late?" Qi Lian thought for a while and thought that when Su Canye left last night, it was clearly not yet nine o'clock, "Why did you sleep late?"

Su Canye subconsciously touched the backpack beside her, "...nothing special."

Qi Lian noticed his movement and raised his eyebrows slightly, "Does it have something to do with me?"

Su Canye pursed her lips and stopped talking. After a while, as if she had made up her mind, she unzipped her backpack and took out the notebook under Qi Lian's curious eyes.

The notebook has a light blue cover, the most common office style in the office.

Su Canye was so embarrassed that she didn't dare to raise her head to look at Qi Lian, so she lowered her head and said to the notebook on her lap, "I can cook but not very well... I couldn't sleep when I went back last night, I just wanted to prepare some light and nutritious recipes for Ah Lian...but...your family should have hired a nutritionist for you..."

Although Su Canye was a little rambling when he said these words, it was obvious that he was very nervous, because Qi Lian could see his fingers trembling slightly as he touched the notebook.

"Since Xiaoye specially prepared it for me, can I have a look?" Qi Lian asked Su Canye softly, and stretched out his hand to pick up the notebook.

Su Canye was so nervous that her tongue was almost tied up, "I, my, my handwriting is a bit ugly, and maybe it's a bit messy."

"It's okay, let me take a look? Hmm?" Qi Lian asked Su Canye sincerely, "You brought all of it and took it out, so let me take a look?"

Su Canye was completely powerless to resist Qi Lian who spoke in a soft voice, half of his body collapsed when he said yes, and he obediently handed over the notebook without Qi Lian saying anything more.

Qi Lian took the notebook and opened the first page with great interest, and was attracted by Su Canye's upright and graceful handwriting at the first glance, then looked down, the second glance and the third glance, his eyes gradually showed surprise .

Su Canye said it was tidying up, but judging from the content on the paper, it is obvious that a lot of thought has been spent on it. It is not a recipe that simply teaches people how to cook. Those with food allergies will be marked with an asterisk, with a particularly simple sincerity.

It was the first time that Qi Lian realized what is meant by "little etiquette but more affection".

He carefully read the entire notebook from beginning to end. After reading it, he turned back to the first page, pointed to the three words yam porridge on it, and said to Su Canye: "If I say I want to drink Will you cook this porridge for me?"

Su Canye was taken aback after hearing this, and nodded hurriedly after recovering, "Yes! As long as you want to drink, I can cook it for you right away!"

"Then what if I say that I want to taste everything written in this notebook?"

Su Canye nodded excitedly, "Cook it all! I can make you whatever you want!"

Qi Lian pursed her lips and smiled with joy and satisfaction, then turned to ask Butler Lin, "Uncle Lin, is there any yam in the kitchen?"

"Yes, master!"

Qi Lian turned back to look at Su Canye, "Xiaoye, cook me a bowl of yam porridge."

Su Canye responded with unconcealed excitement, "Then I, I, and I will borrow the kitchen, ah, ah, wait for me, it will be ready soon."

"I'm not in a hurry, you can take your time...can I watch you cook porridge?"

"It's okay!" Su Canye's entire back and the back of his head were numb, obviously at this moment he was a little too excited.

He never thought that the recipe notes he made could play such an unexpected role!Qi Lian is interested in his recipe notes!He wants to drink his porridge!

If it wasn't for the wrong occasion, Su Canye would have wanted to twist her thigh to see if she was dreaming.

Butler Lin was no less excited than him, and the pace of leading Su Canye to the kitchen rarely seemed rushed.

All the chefs who were busy with dinner in the kitchen were all driven out to rest by Lin Butler, who gave up the kitchen to Su Canye.

Qi Lian's wheelchair, including himself, entered the kitchen for the first time after he moved here.

Lin Butler was reluctant to go out, so he stood aside and asked Su Canye, "Xiao Su, is there anything I can do to help?"

Su Canye was burying her head in handling the yam, but she shook her head when she heard Steward Lin's words, "Thank you Lin Bo, I can do it myself."

Qi Lian smiled, and said to Butler Lin: "Uncle Lin, you should go out and rest too, I'll be fine here."

Lin Butler glanced at the busy Su Canye, hesitated for a moment, but turned around and left.

Qi Lian's position is the best viewing position, he can clearly see every move of Su Canye, watching him handle the yam, watching him wash the rice, watching him, suddenly there is a feeling in his heart that maybe this time Can eat to look forward to.

This kind of expectation is actually somewhat groundless, because he still has no appetite at all, but this yam porridge was cooked for him by Su Canye himself, and he hopes that his expectation will not disappoint the person in front of him who likes him wholeheartedly.

He wanted to eat it, even if it was just one bite.