Ye Qilan felt pleased upon hearing this: "I knew it, in the whole world, only you care about the most."
Su Hongxing was speechless. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Little Pudding busily helping her carry her handbag. The comical sight made her laugh. She stepped forward and took the bag back: "You’re not even taller than Mom’s bag, and you still dare to act all capable?"
"Mom, I’m taller than the bag though." Little Pudding’s words made everyone watching burst into laughter.
Seeing the crowd amused by their family’s antics, Su Hongxing quickly said, "Alright, alright, let’s go ho!"
The company had practically turned into their family’s marketplace and kindergarten.
Ye Qilan was obviously delighted. He took Su Hongxing’s handbag, holding Su Hongxing’s hand with his left and Little Pudding’s hand with his right: "Wife, daughter, let’s go ho!"
No one could take Su Hongxing and his children away from him. If anyone dared to ruin his happiness, they wouldn’t have a good ending!
"Wife, did anything special happen at work today?" Once in the car, Ye Qilan suddenly asked.
The first thing that ca to Su Hongxing’s mind was that strange email. But this wasn’t sothing she could directly tell Ye Qilan. Hesitant for a mont, she mumbled, "What could be strange?"
Ye Qilan gave Su Hongxing a deep look. "Good to know there wasn’t."
His people had remote monitoring on Su Hongxing’s computer. The mont her inbox received an email, soone had already inford him. This woman—a master of saying one thing and aning another.
This was exactly why he felt insecure. She wasn’t honest at all. If one day she got tricked away by soone else, it wouldn’t be surprising.
Of course, Su Hongxing wasn’t aware of the twists and turns in Ye Qilan’s mind, nor did she notice anything strange about him. She changed the subject: "You should stop cooking. We have housekeepers at ho, I can cook too, and Grandma’s capable as well. There’s absolutely no need for you to do these things."
"I’m really into cooking now. I think it’s particularly aningful," Ye Qilan replied softly. "Before I left, I even simred so soup. You can drink it as soon as we get ho."
Su Hongxing was horrified, silently wondering if the soup he made was even drinkable. Who knows what ingredients he might have added in?
She had zero faith in Ye Qilan’s cooking skills.
She was secretly hoping Ye Qilan would forget about it altogether. But as soon as they walked through the door, he enthusiastically handed her a bowl of soup: "Wife, give this a try. This is soup I personally made!"
"Did anyone help out?" Su Hongxing still held onto a sliver of hope. If soone had helped, she might dare to drink it. If Ye Qilan had done it all on his own, she didn’t trust herself to take a sip.
"How could that be? I chose all the ingredients myself and made it completely on my own..."
Ye Qilan’s words dashed all of Su Hongxing’s hopes. Hesitant, she took the bowl of soup, and under Ye Qilan’s eager gaze, she took a small sip.
Mmm... Sour, sweet, with a hint of numbing Sichuan pepper—he truly was a hopeless case in the culinary world.
"So, how is it? Tasty?" Ye Qilan asked, his eyes brimming with anticipation.
Struggling to swallow the sip she’d taken, Su Hongxing asked in return, "Did you even taste it yourself?" For him to ask if it was good—it was as if he didn’t even realize how bad it tasted.
"I haven’t had a chance to yet. I followed a gourt recipe to make this soup. There shouldn’t be any issues with it," Ye Qilan replied with full confidence.
Su Hongxing smirked faintly. "Why don’t you give it a taste now and see if it’s any good?"
Seeing Su Hongxing’s sly expression, Ye Qilan’s heart sank. How could his soup not be good? He had followed the recipe exactly—it was impossible to ss up!
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