Just as I was thinking about it, I saw Aunt Wang coming over with a soup bowl, with a few more smile lines on her eyes: "Madam, there is still soup here, try it quickly."
As she spoke, she served Meng Yao a bowl of soup.
Meng Yao took it: "Thank you."
She looked at the slightly turbid soup base and felt that the color combination was a little strange...
Rong Wei coughed lightly, looking a little unnatural: "It won't taste good if it gets cold, try it."
Meng Yao nodded, picked up a piece of meat and put it in her mouth to chew.
Rong Wei paused in his movements and looked at Meng Yao intently, watching her chewing gently, her lips still as delicate as ever.
His Adam's apple rolled slightly, and there was a hint of uneasiness in his eyes: "How do you feel?"
Ever since he tasted his failed creation last time, he had never cooked for Meng Yao again. Until this time, he had practiced his cooking skills for a long time, and after Xia Yansen nodded in approval with tears in his eyes, he finally felt relieved to serve these dishes on the table.
Seeing Meng Yao's stiff and hesitant expression, his fingers paused.
"Why? It's not tasty?"
A deep voice sounded, and Meng Yao came back to her senses instantly.
"No, it's fine."
Meng Yao loves food, but in some ways, she is actually not a picky eater.
Rong Yan heaved a sigh of relief, but then thought about the difference between his cooking skills and Wang Ma's. Could it be that Meng Yao said it was delicious just to take his feelings into consideration? Did she already know that it was made by him
"If you don't like it, don't eat it. Don't force yourself."
Rong Wei also tasted a few dishes himself, and he thought they tasted OK. However, all the dishes Meng Yao had eaten before were delicious, and what he made was definitely not to her taste...
Meng Yao glanced at Rong Wei in her spare time. When she saw his slightly nervous and thoughtful expression and his constant gaze towards her, she suddenly had a bold guess in her mind.
"Honey, you didn't cook these meals, did you?"
Rong Wei didn't say anything, but his expression suddenly became a little unnatural.
Aunt Wang spoke up at the right time: "Yes, yes, these are the meals that the master has spent a long time preparing! He has been busy since noon until now, and has burned three pots. He was only then able to serve the meals to the table with satisfaction!!"
Rong Wei had already told her not to mention the meal to Meng Yao, but Wang Ma felt that Rong Wei's reserved and reserved nature was unacceptable. Why should you hide your kindness to someone from her? So Wang Ma took advantage of Meng Yao's question to speak out directly. If Meng Yao was moved by this, that would be the best.
Meng Yao looked at Rong Wei unconsciously, with a hint of surprise in her eyes.
Although she had guessed this, Meng Yao just couldn't believe that Rong Wei would personally prepare such a large table of food for her.
Rong Wei felt her gaze and met her eyes: "Otherwise, ask the kitchen to prepare another one, don't force it."
"No, wasting food is not a good habit. Besides..." Meng Yao smiled faintly: "These meals are really delicious. Thank you for your hard work, husband."
In fact, Meng Yao was not as calm as she appeared to be. Somehow, the moment she looked at Rong Wei, she felt a little confused.
Rongyan's eyes... When did they become so gentle? Like spring water that wants to drown people.
She was not only shocked by the contrast between Rong Yan before and after, but there seemed to be other reasons for her inner changes. However, she could not tell why, and she felt a little irritated for no reason.
When you look up, you can see Rongyun eating. He has his head slightly lowered, his expression is calm and gentle, showing a sense of peace and tranquility.
Meng Yao slowly withdrew her gaze. Everything at the moment was too warm. Her hand froze and the fork fell to the ground.
Wang Ma bent down and picked it up: "Madam, are you feeling unwell?"
Rong Yan also looked over here with a bit of worry.
After finishing her meal, Meng Yao went upstairs. She held the handle with one hand and glanced at the familiar things around her.
After reaching the corner, Meng Yao turned left. She reached out and rubbed her hair in annoyance.
She was already very familiar with the layout and decoration of the villa.
*
Rong Yan looked at the food that had been eaten up on the table, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
Aunt Wang said, "Madam must like it very much. I saw her finish all the rice in the bowl and eat a lot more food than usual. I think it must be because you cooked it yourself."
Wang Ma's words hit the mark exactly in Rong Yan's heart.
His mood suddenly improved, and he took out his cell phone and sent Xia Yansen a few red envelopes as a reward for "testing the poison".
[Xia Yansen has received your red envelope]
[Xia Yansen: What’s going on?! Brother Rong, why are you so generous all of a sudden?! !]
[Xia Yansen withdraws a message]
[Xia Yansen: Brother Rong, you are my good brother and benefactor. I will stay by your side in my next life! !]
[Xia Yansen: The more I think about it, the more worried I feel. There is no such thing as a free lunch. Brother Rong, are you planning to trick me?]
[Xia Yansen: Brother Rong, please reply to me. I’m scared…]
[Xia Yansen: Brother Rong…]
Rong Yan calmly shifted his gaze back.
Why is he not happy to be given money
Meng Yao didn't fall asleep immediately after going upstairs, but in order to avoid trouble, she pretended to be asleep as before.
Soon there was another rustling sound, and it was Rong Yan who came back.
The scent on him is unique and charming, with a calm woody aroma and a hint of mint.
Meng Yao still closed her eyes, but she found that she could not ignore Rong Yan beside her this time, no matter the smell on his body or the sound of his steady breathing.
*
Meng Yao went to the next day's photo shoot with dark circles under her eyes.
This time it was a commercial shoot.
"Ms. Meng Yao, why are your dark circles so severe? Have you been staying up late these days?"
"no."
I just endured it yesterday.
Meng Yao raised her head and inexplicably felt that the makeup artist in front of her looked familiar. She asked in confusion, "Have I seen you somewhere before?"
The other person chuckled and said, "I've done makeup for you before. It's quite a coincidence when I think about it."
"It's really a coincidence." Meng Yao nodded.
"You seem to like endorsing snacks like this. Why? I thought high-end items like jewelry and watches were the best proof of your rising status."
“I don’t lack those.”
The makeup artist was stunned, then smiled.
Indeed, given Meng Yao’s current popularity, she must have received a lot of endorsement invitations from big brands.
"Also, these endorsements come with a lot of free gifts, whether it's candy or jerky, I like them all and can eat them for quite a while."
The makeup artist looked at her in disbelief: "So... the reason you like to shoot snack ads is because you like the snack gifts from the brand?"
(End of this chapter)