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Chapter 187 - 187 187 Sheng Tingyuans Culinary Skills
Chapter 187 - 187 187 Sheng Tingyuans Culinary Skills
?Chapter 187: Chapter 187: Sheng Tingyuan’s Culinary Skills Chapter 187: Chapter 187: Sheng Tingyuan’s Culinary Skills The Bentley slowly drove out of the hospital. Ye Chuyi glanced at Sheng Tingyuan’s complexion and couldn’t help but say, “You can’t blame me, I’ve rejected him long ago.”
“I’m not blaming you.”
As Sheng Tingyuan spoke, he took her hand that was resting on his leg and held it tight, “It’s just a fly, no need to pay attention to it. Also, I don’t have a first love; it’s all rumors spread by others.”
Ye Chuyi looked at his hand, frozen.
If he has no first love, he has no first love, but why is he holding her hand?
“Sheng Tingyuan, are you upset?”
“No.”
Ye Chuyi tried to pull her hand back, but he was holding it unusually tight.
“Sheng Tingyuan, this is the hand I use for surgery, and you care most about the surgery condition of a patient, don’t you? What am I supposed to do if you hurt me like this?”
Sheng Tingyuan turned to look at her, “Actually, I don’t care about the surgery condition of a patient.”
“Is that so? I care quite a bit!”
Ye Chuyi casually replied and continued to try to pull her hand back. She wasn’t accustomed to his sudden change of behavior.
Fortunately, this time when she tried to pull away, he loosened his grip.
Perhaps he really did care about her hand and didn’t want to hurt her.
Moments later, Sheng Tingyuan’s phone rang.
He glanced at the caller ID, frowned, but ultimately answered, “Mom.”
Tang Jin on the other end of the phone was not pleased, “Why did you run off? Doctor Luo is very busy, and it took me quite some effort to schedule this time. Hurry back and let him check you out. Treat whatever is wrong, and don’t be afraid of seeking medical help. Otherwise, how can you be worthy of Xiaoyi?”
Sheng Tingyuan’s blood rushed to his head, and he said through clenched teeth, “I’m not sick.”
“That’s what all sick people say. In the end, it’s the doctor who decides. What are you avoiding?”
Sheng Tingyuan’s face turned the color of iron with anger, “Didn’t we agree that you wouldn’t interfere anymore? Why are you still meddling?”
“This isn’t meddling, this is being concerned about your health!”
“I am very healthy!”
“Then have a grandson or granddaughter for me. If you can’t do that, then just come to the hospital and get treated.”
Unable to tolerate any further, Sheng Tingyuan hung up the phone.
Ye Chuyi couldn’t hear what Tang Jin was saying, but she could roughly guess from Sheng Tingyuan’s responses.
She felt a bit disheartened, wondering how long this matter could drag on.
Just the other day, Madam Ye had called her, hinting in every possible way that she should have a child. This way, even if Sheng Tingyuan found out her true identity in the future, she would have something to fall back on. Moreover, with the support of the Ye Family, she would be able to secure her place as the young lady of the Sheng Family.
But Ye Chuyi didn’t want it that way.
For one thing, she and Sheng Tingyuan truly had no feelings for each other, and she really couldn’t have a child with him.
Secondly, she felt that Sheng Tingyuan was a decisive person, and he wouldn’t change his decisions due to external factors. Even if she had a child, it would be useless.
Shortly afterward, the two arrived home.
Ye Chuyi looked around and did not see Auntie Wang, so she turned to ask Sheng Tingyuan, “Where’s Auntie Wang?”
“Sent her away. She drugged our food and you think we shouldn’t send her away?”
Ye Chuyi’s eyes widened, “If you sent her away, who will cook? Who will wash the dishes? Who will clean?”
“The new maid is still being selected. You’ll have to make do tonight, eat what I cook.”
“You know how to cook?”
“What’s so difficult about cooking?”
Seeing his confident tone, Ye Chuyi felt relieved, “Then you cook, I’m going to take a shower upstairs.”
“Mhm.”
Rolling up his shirt sleeves, Sheng Tingyuan entered the kitchen.
Half an hour later.
After taking a shower and coming downstairs, Ye Chuyi smelled something burnt and hurried into the kitchen, “Young Master, do you even know how to cook? Everything’s burnt!”
Sheng Tingyuan touched his chin, a rare awkwardness appearing on his face, “It’s nothing. Just failed the first attempt at making chicken wings. There’s more in the fridge.”
Ye Chuyi walked over to him and saw the charred contents of the pot—if he hadn’t mentioned chicken wings, she would have thought it was a pot of charcoal!
“Who was it that said cooking was nothing difficult just a moment ago?”
“I just didn’t master the heat control. I’ll try again, you go out and wait.”
Now that Ye Chuyi knew his actual cooking skills, she dared not leave and wait—what if he cooked up a pot of dark culinary disaster and poisoned her?
She pushed him slightly, “You better go out and wait, I’ll cook dinner tonight.”