Marriage Defense

He likes it very much.

Maybe he was praised. Bo Leng helped more and more actively.

Sometimes when Lin Yan didn't ask him to hand in the ingredients, he would ask himself.

In order to satisfy his desire to express himself, Lin Yan simply used a double pot frying dish.

Fortunately, the other pot is stewed with braised pork, so you don't have to stir fry at any time, so you have time to fry the dishes in another pot.

"Dried peppers." Lin Yan's attention is in the pot and his hand reaches out to the man.

The man recognized the pepper at a glance and handed it over.

After putting the dried pepper into the pot, Lin Yan reached out again, "Zanthoxylum."

The man's eyes swept through the rows of seasonings and dry ingredients, because they were all very delicate small glass cans, and whether they were labeled with names. For a moment, he did not know who was the "pepper" in those dry ingredients.

Finally, his eyes were fixed on a jar, which contained things with eight corners, like chrysanthemums, which should be what she called "pepper.".

Horn is equal to pepper. There should be no mistake.

As if determined, Bo Leng picked up the jar containing star anise, opened it and handed it over.

Lin Yan didn't pay attention to it either. He reached out and took it to the jar. But when he got it, he found that the touch was wrong. He turned his head and looked at it. He didn't know whether he should be angry or should laugh.

One second just boast, the next second will not.

Lin Yan couldn't cry or laugh. Looking at Bo Leng's innocent expression, he couldn't bear to say that this was not pepper, but star anise.

But in order to fry dishes, she was still cruel, "fourth master, this is pepper."

Said, she picked up the jar with pepper, opened and grabbed a few into the pot.

Bo Leng looked at the jar in his hand and the jar that Lin Yan put back to his original place. A sense of frustration floated in his heart.

The words are stuffy, "then what is this in my hand?"

Lin Yan turned off the fire and patiently replied, "it's star anise."

The simple and rude name let Bo Leng really grab out an octagon and count the corners. It's really eight.

Anise, Zanthoxylum...

seeing the flickering loss of man's eyes, Lin Yan felt guilty. It was she who exposed the anise in the skin of prickly ash.

"I'm sorry, fourth master, or I'd like to introduce these to you..."

without speaking carefully, he interrupted the man mercilessly, "no, I'll never do this again."

Lin Yan laughed, "yes, the fourth master's hand is used for signing, not for doing such things."

How to listen to her words, there are some laughing at him.

Bo Leng couldn't pull down his face and snorted. He put down the jar and went out in a hurry.

Turning around, Lin Yan saw the faint red on his cheek and opened his mouth.

She didn't read it wrong, Bo Leng, he blushed.

Thinking that a man like him would blush with embarrassment because he took the wrong condiment, Lin Yan laughed at the bottom of his heart.

There are not many chances to see him blush.

"Fourth master, have dinner."

...

in foreign countries, on the snowy street, the petite Oriental woman walks slowly with a red umbrella and two books in her arms. Her temperament is quiet and elegant.

It adds a touch of Oriental beauty to this street full of western paintings.

However, her face is not very good, white without a bit of blood, expression is also anxious and worried about gain and loss.

She is Xie Jinger, who has been studying for her doctorate abroad and can't go back for the time being.

Just now she received a phone call from her father in China, saying that it was Bo Leng, the fourth master of the chaebol, who was going to hold a birthday party.

This is a good thing, but what she cares about is that the planner of the party is actually a woman, or the life assistant of Bo Leng's beloved man.

It's unusual for a woman to plan a birthday party for a man.

Don't you know, brother Leng?

Isn't he a strict man? Why leave it to a woman.

What is the relationship between Lin Yan and her cold brother?

Xie jing'er is confused and anxious at the same time.

She had just finished the exam a few days ago, and her grades had not come down. Even if she did, the ceremony for conferring her doctorate would have to be prepared for a period of time. She could not go back to China.

Naturally, there is no way to personally understand what is going on between the beloved man and his life assistant.

She is very anxious, what's more, she can't get through the phone of Bo Leng, not only he, but also Xiao Yinan.

Although you can call old Mrs. Bo, every time she asks if Bo Leng's phone has been changed and asks the old lady again, the old lady will find an excuse to push it off.

As time goes by, she doesn't go to hot face and cold buttocks.

If it was not for the phone call, she would not have gone to please an old woman, or an old woman who could not help her at all.