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Chapter 50 Tong Taizhe is Jealous
Suddenly two beams of scorching gaze shot into the air, Ye Cheng's feet had just stepped on the first step of the stairs, when she suddenly stopped, she turned her head to look, and saw Tong Taizhe sitting on the sofa at a glance.

The eyes of the two collided in the air, sparks were sparking, Tong Taizhe's eyes deepened, he looked away as if nothing had happened, and fell back to the newspaper in his hand, but his heart beat a beat secretly.

It's not that I haven't seen her in this dress, but goodbye, it still amazes him.

In these years, among the beauties he has seen, they are fat and thin, no matter in terms of appearance or figure, none of them can lose to Ye Cheng.But those women are like passing clouds in his mind, and he forgets them when he sees them.

On the contrary, it was the woman he hated that became increasingly clear in his mind.

When Ye Cheng saw him coldly withdrawing his gaze, her fiery heart fell to freezing point in an instant as if it had encountered the cold current of Siberia.She adjusted her mood, walked downstairs slowly, walked to stand in front of him, and looked at him steadily.

Without raising his head, Tong Taizhe glanced at his watch and said in a low voice, "Can you cook?"

"Huh?" Ye Cheng was planning to say goodbye, and when he heard him ask her if she would cook, she froze for a second, nodded, and said, "Yes."

"Sashimi fight, olive shrimp balls, seabass fish in dragon vinegar sauce, yellow braised shark's fin, peony monkey head, pearl in the palm, shredded chicken wonton, mutton soup dumplings, imperial concubine smile..."

Tong Taizhe is absolutely not adoring foreigners when it comes to eating. He said a long list of dishes, and he stopped when he saw that Ye Cheng was already stunned, "Can you do these?"

Ye Cheng, who has lived in the United States for seven years, did not know the names of these dishes at all. There was only one chicken shredded wonton. She knew how to make it, and she said firmly: "Yes!"

"Go ahead." Tong Taizhe raised his head, as if a little surprised.

"Oh." Ye Cheng turned around, and the maid immediately came over to take the bag in her hand, gave her a clean apron to tie, and then led her to the kitchen.

Tong Taizhe looked at her back, his eyes became a little cold.In his memory, Ye Cheng would burn herself even if she boiled a pot of water. When did she learn to cook?And who is it to please?Tong Huaijin?Or her American lovers?
Thinking of this, an unknown fire suddenly burned in his heart, and the fire made him feel uncomfortable all over. He stood up suddenly, crumpled the newspaper into a ball, and threw it out angrily.The ball of paper rolled a few times on the ground, then stopped, and the part exposed above happened to be the long list of dish names he just read...

In the kitchen, the maid led Ye Cheng in and went out. She looked at the full range of vegetables and meat on the glazed table with a headache, and didn't know where to start. She had never heard the names of the dishes Tong Taizhe mentioned. Let alone done.

She frowned, picked out the sashimi and chicken, washed it, chopped it into minced meat and marinated it, then kneaded the dough and rolled the skin...

In the living room, Tong Taizhe heard the methodical sound of chopping minced meat from the kitchen, and his brows became "Chuan".It's changed, everything has changed, she is no longer Ye Cheng who can burn herself with boiling water.His intentional making things difficult turned into a dagger piercing his own heart in the end, making him miserable.

In the past seven years, no matter whether he loves or hates, it turns out that he is the only one who still stays in the past and refuses to leave.

An hour later, the kitchen door was opened, and Ye Cheng came out with a bowl of colorful wontons dripping with sweat. She put the wontons on the marble dining table, her hands were so hot that she pinched her ears, and she was watching the financial news over there. Tong Taizhe shouted: "Tong Taizhe, it's time to eat."

Tong Taizhe turned off the TV with a "snap", stood up and walked towards the dining table, seeing her stomping her feet and pinching her ears, his eyes sank, he grabbed her hand suddenly, and asked in a deep voice, "What's wrong with your hand?"

(End of this chapter)