Wife in a flash marriage: Mr. President, please divorce

Chapter 49 I'm With You
Ye Tingchen walked into the kitchen as if he didn't care at all, and saw the little woman in an apron standing busy at the chopping board, looking like a good wife and mother, with soft waves in her eyes.

"doing what?"

"Tomato and egg noodles, do you want to eat? I'll give you another bowl."

In fact, Ye Tingchen had already had lunch, but when Le Yan'er asked him this way, he couldn't help but say, "Okay."

Le Yan'er was in a good mood and cut the tomato in half. She picked up half and tasted it, her eyes lit up slightly: "Well, it's very sweet, you can try it."

After finishing speaking, he handed the other half of the tomato to Ye Tingchen.

The bright red juice flowed down her white and tender fingers, making her skin whiter like jade.

Ye Tingchen's Adam's apple rolled up and down.

He actually wanted to taste those delicate little hands.

But he still took the tomato, followed Le Yan'er's example, and took a bite.

If Housekeeper Shen saw this scene, he would probably really go crazy.

Eating standing up, holding food with your hands, getting juices on your lips while dining... these are all behaviors that do not conform to noble dining etiquette.

Ye Tingchen has been taught aristocratic etiquette by the best etiquette teacher in the UK since he was sensible, and his every move is full of style. In the upper class of the UK, he is the benchmark of aristocratic etiquette.

No one could have imagined that one day Ye Tingchen would stand in the kitchen and eat raw tomatoes with his hands.

But Ye Tingchen felt that there was nothing wrong.

Even everything is so taken for granted, a warm kitchen, hot meals, and smiling women, this seems to be the true meaning of family life.

When he was slightly dazed, the water in the pot had boiled, and the curling smoke rose, making her face more and more dreamlike.

Le Yan'er wrinkled her nose, felt a strand of hair falling down, and scratched her face itchyly.

Turning his back to Ye Tingchen, he said, "Ye Tingchen, my hair is falling out, please help me pin it behind my ears."

Ye Tingchen raised his eyebrows, this is really what he wished for.

He took two steps forward, approached her, and felt his nose filled with sweet fragrance.

The slender fingers with well-defined bones stretched out from behind and gently lifted the lock of hair. I don't know if it was Le Yan'er's illusion, the temperature of the fingers seemed to touch her cheek.

Those hands brushed over her ears, put her hair behind her ears, and brushed her earlobes as they retracted.

Le Yan'er felt her face burn a bit.

Fortunately, his back was turned to him, and he couldn't see the embarrassing expression of his blushing now.

The noodles were cooked quickly, and Le Yan'er threw some green vegetables into it, red tomatoes, yellow eggs, and green vegetables, it seemed that the colors matched well, which made people's index fingers move.

Ye Tingchen helped her bring the noodles to the restaurant, and when Steward Shen saw him, he was frightened out of his wits.

"Master, how can your hands do such a thing? I'll do it!"

Ye Tingchen looked at him with impatience: "Get out of the way."

"Master..."

Ye Tingchen looked at him coldly, and didn't even bother to say anything.

Steward Shen hid his tears and withdrew.

The two sat on both sides of the table, as they usually do during meals.

After regaining this sense of familiarity, Le Yan'er felt that it had been a long time since she had dinner with Ye Tingchen.

Le Yan'er was already so hungry that she snorted and ate two big mouthfuls before letting out a satisfied sigh.

But Ye Tingchen over there, with his shirt sleeves rolled up, revealing the Swiss fine watch on his wrist, even holding the chopsticks gracefully and calmly, as if what was placed in front of him was not a simple bowl of tomato and egg noodles, but an expensive French meal Same.

Le Yan'er was a little ashamed when she thought of her eating habits.

"Ye Tingchen, how does it taste?" Le Yan'er asked expectantly.

"It's delicious." Ye Tingchen praised with a smile.

Le Yan'er immediately showed a little complacent expression.

"My cooking skills are not bad. I have been able to cook since I was very young. At that time, my mother was very busy with work and often ignored me. I just learned to cook for myself. If I don’t become an actor, I will probably become a chef.”

"Not a good cook."

Le Yan'er was stunned: "Why?"

"Too hard."

In fact, there was another sentence that he didn't say.

He didn't want other people to taste her craftsmanship, he hoped that she could cook it for him alone.

The two finished eating quickly, Le Yan'er stood up to clean up the dishes and was about to wash the dishes, but a pair of big hands stretched out from behind her and took the chopsticks in her hands.

Le Yan'er was taken aback, and the bowl and chopsticks were all taken away.

"Ye Tingchen, what are you doing?"

"I'm going to wash, you go and have a rest."

The president of the LN Empire Group went to wash the dishes? !When she thought about such a picture, she couldn't accept it.

"Don't, don't, I'll go. Your young master is precious, can you wash dishes?"

Ye Tingchen did not give her the bowl: "The cook should not wash the dishes."

Le Yan'er felt that her mood was extremely complicated.

Ye Tingchen is like a flower in the high mountains every day, with no dust in his eyes and no fireworks, how come he knows so much about these people's sophistication at this time?

When Butler Shen saw his young master and young wife scrambling to wash the dishes, he received the biggest stimulus today.

The head can be broken!Blood can flow!The dignity of nobility cannot be lost!

"Master! You can't wash the dishes! Please, let me do it!"

Butler Shen stood in front of the kitchen door with a resolute expression on his face, as if "if you don't let me wash the dishes, I'll bump my head to my death here".

This time Ye Tingchen did not insist, and handed the bowl to Butler Shen.

"Wash it up."

Steward Shen was in tears while washing the dishes.

What a crime he has done, the oldest family of housekeepers in Britain actually wash dishes in the kitchen.

After eating, Le Yan'er asked Ye Tingchen: "Do you still have work in the afternoon?"

Ye Tingchen hesitated for a moment, then nodded honestly: "Yes."

Today is Monday, in fact, he is very busy.

But he was greedy for the warmth of this moment, and actually felt reluctant to leave.

Le Yan'er waved her hand cheerfully: "Then go and do your work, I'll go find a movie to watch."

After finishing speaking, he sat on the sofa and looked for an old comedy from the 90s on Internet TV.

Ye Tingchen thought for a while, went upstairs to the study and took out his laptop, sat on the sofa in the living room and started to deal with business.

Le Yan'er was a little dumbfounded.

"Won't this affect you?"

"will not."

Seeing Ye Tingchen's straightforward answer, Le Yan'er could only feel relieved.

Her eyes kept drifting to Ye Tingchen involuntarily, and she couldn't concentrate on watching the movie.

But when she missed something in the plot and couldn't connect it, Ye Tingchen was able to say it immediately without raising his head.

Le Yan'er was dumbfounded: "Ye Tingchen, are you working or watching a movie? Why are you watching more carefully than me?"

Ye Tingchen typed a line of words on the computer, looked up at her, with a light on her body that people couldn't take their eyes off.

"I'm with you."

Looking at that unbelievably good-looking face, Le Yan'er's heart couldn't help but skip a beat.

(End of this chapter)