C1402 She Was like an Elf
C1402 She Was like an Elf
She was not a fool.
After Ling Xuanhan's last visit to Yening Garden, Shi Miao could tell that Zhan Yeling was very hostile to Ling Xuanhan.
If she went to Ling Xuanhan's house, wouldn't she ignore Zhan Yeling's feelings?
Furthermore, she and Ling Xuanhan were incompatible. How could she go to his house? Was she looking for torture?
"You..." Ling Xuanhan was about to fight back.
Cheng Jiuyuan said in time, "Alright, alright. Don't make things difficult for me. There's a restaurant across the street. Let's borrow their kitchen."
Shi Miao felt Cheng Jiuyuan's suggestion was not bad.
They went to the restaurant across the street and gave the money to ask the boss to lend them the kitchen.
When the boss saw the money, of course he was willing.
Shi Miao said, "Ling Xuanhan, come in and learn. When you learn it, you can cook it for your son."
She did not need to look for her every time.
Of course, Shi Miao did not say the last sentence.
Even if she did not say it, Ling Xuanhan himself should understand.
His son definitely wanted his love, and not a stranger's love.
Shi Miao could tell that Ling Xuanhan still loved his son very much, but he could not find a way and lacked patience.
Ling Chenchen could not feel that he loved him.
Parents loved their children. It was not as if they could just say it out loud or give it up silently.
You also have to let your child feel that you love him.
Only when the child is raised by love will he be healthy and optimistic.
All children who lack love will have some psychological defects.
Take Zhan Yeling for example. He grew up in an environment where he lacked love. Even at this age, his psychological problems were still difficult to solve, right?
Ling Xuanhan originally did not want to be in the same space as Shi Miao, but Shi Miao was right. He learned it, so he did not need to see her every time.
Ling Chenchen also did not need to be hungry because he was picky about food every day.
The kitchen was a little small, and it was a little crowded to stand with two people.
Shi Miao said, "Cut the potatoes and meat. I will use them later."
Ling Xuanhan was dissatisfied. "Who are you? Are you ordering me?"
Shi Miao was annoyed and amused by his words. "Am I ordering you? If you stand there and I can't get through, of course I will tell you to cut it!"
Because it was a restaurant across from the school, the front door was very small and the kitchen area was naturally small. Even standing alone felt narrow, let alone two people.
Ling Xuanhan's eyes were burning with coldness. "Come over here, I'll give it to you."
Shi Miao rolled her eyes at him. She did not want to argue with him. She just wanted to finish cooking earlier and say goodbye to Ling Xuanhan, this man.
Ling Xuanhan leaned against the stove and made space for Shi Miao to pass.
Shi Miao squeezed over.
When she passed by Ling Xuanhan, her feet stepped on the peeled potato skin. She slipped and leaned back.
She was about to hit the ground with the back of her head.
If he fell down, the consequences would be very serious.
Shi Miao's hands drew in the air, and her eyes widened in fear.
Just as she thought that she would definitely be finished, an arm appeared on her waist.
The strength of that arm supported her body, causing her falling body to stop in midair.
She was still in a state of shock. When she returned to her senses, she saw Ling Xuanhan's evil and handsome face.
Ling Xuanhan was stunned. He stared at her face, but there was no reaction for a long time.
Her waist was soft, so soft that it made people feel comfortable.
And looking at her in the air like this, her face was so cute and beautiful.
Her long eyelashes fluttered like butterfly wings.
She was like a little fairy, able to light up and capture one's soul.