Lin Kesong looked at Jiang Qianfan's face stupidly.
All this seems unreal.
He woke up long ago, but he didn't say a word, and just lay quietly beside her. He can't see, can't do anything else, doesn't he feel bored at all
"I finally know why you need two pillows in your bed."
When I heard Jiang Qianfan's voice in the morning, there was a hint of laziness and playfulness in the hoarseness.
"what?"
Lin Kesong moved, only to realize that one of his legs was on Jiang Qianfan's waist.
His hand lightly covered her calf and belly, and slowly moved upwards.
Lin Kesong turned to one side as if she had been struck by an electric shock, but Jiang Qianfan firmly buckled her ankle.
"You almost pressed me all night." Jiang Qianfan sat up slowly.
His hair was slightly messy, but the corners of his eyes and brows had an even more heart-pounding smell.
"Yes... I'm sorry..."
Lin Kesong's face flushed completely.
Her sleeping appearance is indeed not very good, but the last time she accidentally fell asleep beside Jiang Qianfan, she was quite safe. Why is she so arrogant this time...
That was Jiang Qianfan's waist, and he actually pressed him all night.
"Get up."
Jiang Qianfan finally let go of Lin Kesong's ankle and finally let her breathe out.
Who knew that when he leaned back, Lin Kesong fell off the bed. Fortunately, Jiang Qianfan's bed was covered with a carpet, otherwise she would be miserable.
Jiang Qianfan lifted the quilt, sat beside the bed, lowered his face slightly, and stretched out his hand.
Lin Kesong pulled the corners of his lips and held the other person.
The morning breakfast is a refreshing porridge with refreshing side dishes and snacks. Lin Kesong ate this kind of Chinese breakfast for three months, and he didn't feel tired.
Jiang Qianfan's words were still few, but Lin Kesong did not feel dull. And Mel was still standing beside Jiang Qianfan, reading the news.
Every time Mel looked in her direction, Lin Kesong lowered his head subconsciously, his ears turning red. Mel looked at the tablet computer intently, as if nothing had happened, without giving Lin Kesong a second look.
After breakfast, he dropped her off in the underground parking lot of the Red Vinson Hotel, barely speaking along the way.
But Lin Kesong was inexplicably uneasy. Don't know what the content of today's game is? And... it doesn't seem like it's going to be easy for him to catch up with Victor. Turning her face to the side, she looked at the handsome man beside her, she knew that he really didn't care about her winning or losing, she just hoped that she could understand his favorite field.
He has already done this. Not only did she understand and accept it, she even became addicted.
Because of this, she has the desire to win and wants to do her best.
Before opening the door, he gently grabbed her hand.
"have fun."
Lin Kesong paused, then turned to look at him.
Mel, who was sitting in the co-pilot seat, turned his face sideways and looked at Lin Kesong thoughtfully.
"I'll see you..."
Before Jiang Qianfan could finish speaking, Mel said, "Sir, at ten o'clock this morning, you have a meeting with the seafood supplier."
"It's okay, I can participate in the competition myself!" Lin Kesong said quickly.
"Okay, I'll pick you up for lunch when the game is over."
The door was closed, and Lin Kesong watched the car leave before heading towards the elevator.
The moment she turned around, she saw Song Yiran standing not far from her, his eyes locked on hers, and the illusion of locking her up made her even avoid the other party's eyes not.
"Song Yiran? Why are you here..."
Today, he has neither the leisurely calmness he had on weekdays nor the sharpness that was faintly revealed at the dinner party venue, but instead looked a little tired.
She knew that every time Song Yiran faced her eldest brother, she would always be very disappointed.
Not to mention, this time his marriage has finally become a bargaining chip in Song Yifan's shopping mall. Just like she had known for a long time that such a day would come, he should also be mentally prepared. It's just that neither of them thought that this day would come so suddenly.
"Looking at your game, isn't that what it should be?" Song Yiran came to her, "Jiang Qianfan didn't send you back to your uncle's house, right?"
Lin Kesong paused and shook his head, but he was suspicious, how did Song Yiran know
"I called you several times and sent you a voice message."
"Did you come to see me later?" Lin Kesong quickly touched his phone, only to realize that his phone was missing!
It's over! It's over! Where did the phone go
Did it fall in Jiang Qianfan's villa? Or in the car? Don't drop it! The mobile phone she bought when she came to New York has not been used for half a year!
"You just left, how could I not find you?" Song Yiran reluctantly raised the corner of his mouth, took out Lin Kesong's mobile phone from his pocket, and handed it to her, "You fell at yesterday's dinner party."
"Thank goodness!" Lin Kesong hurriedly took the phone over. The phone displayed several missed calls, which should have been called by Song Yiran.
If she guessed correctly, the phone fell out of her pocket when she nearly fell at the dinner party yesterday.
"You... won't you fall out with your eldest brother?" Lin Kesong watched Song Yiran's expression and couldn't help but worry.
No matter which woman his life will belong to, even if it's not her, Lin Kesong hopes that he will be able to thrive.
"It's not something you need to worry about, I'll take care of it myself."
Song Yiran stretched out her hand and rubbed the top of Lin Kesong's head, "Let's go to the game. After the game, let's go eat fried chicken and beer together."
"Ah I… "
Jiang Qianfan said just now that he would come to pick her up!
"I have something to tell you." The smile on Song Yiran's lips was so shallow that it made her cold.
She knew that what he had to say to her must be important.
"...Okay." Lin Kesong nodded clearly. Most of what he wanted to say was related to Chu Ting.
"Today's game, come on." Song Yiran's lips finally showed a little smile.
"certainly!"
Lin Kesong returned to that arena again, but compared to the previous game, she was much calmer in the face of the spectators surrounding her and the dazzling lights. Uncle Lin was still sitting in the audience with his friend, chatting with Song Yiran from time to time.
Although Lin Ke Song was curious about what Song Yiran was going to say to herself, she still turned her mind to the competition.
"Today's competition rules are very simple! That is to ask all the contestants to go to the ingredients bank to select the ingredients and prepare the dishes you are best at! It can be marinated and fried steak, or it can be appetizing Appetizers, heart-pounding desserts are also good options! But...you only get one chance to enter the ingredients warehouse! So don't forget anything!"
In other words, this game turned out to be free play for the players
Compared with the previous theme of the potato pancake tower, the players will have more room to play. Everyone had a look of eagerness on their faces.
Favorite dish? What came to Lin Kesong's mind was raspberry charcoal grilled pork chop.
You must know that this dish has been pondered for the longest time and practiced the most times by Jiang Qianfan's side.
This time, Lin Kesong didn't say what he was looking for as foolishly as before, but chose silently in the warehouse. Victor looked over with a smile as she tasted the raspberries to determine how sweet and tart it was. Lin Kesong ignored him, and after making sure that all the ingredients were complete, he carried them back to the competition arena.
Everyone has a variety of different foods on their workbenches. For example, Sansa's basket contained lamb chops and some flour, and Lin Ke Song guessed that she was making shortcrust lamb chops. On the other hand, Bru's countertops are filled with flour, eggs, and meat, and if it's not tortellini, it's pasta. As for Nobu Goto, he prepared rice, seafood, and seaweed. Sure enough, sushi is his specialty!
As for Victor, because he was in the front row, Lin Kesong couldn't see what was in his basket.
Annalise clapped her hands. For some reason, Lin Kesong always felt that her smile was bad, and even had a taste of schadenfreude.
"If this game is for everyone to make their own specialties - that would be boring!"
As soon as these words were finished, everyone became nervous and stared at her with wide eyes.
"I have good news, and bad news for everyone. I know, everyone likes to hear the bad news first." Annalise nodded her chin, as if expecting a disappointment from everyone, "That's today. It's impossible for you to make your own special dishes! All the ingredients you choose will be handed over to the other contestants!"
"what?"
"No way?"
Some of the contestants were surprised, some complained, and even the audience was full of discussions.
Lin Kesong looked at his uncle and Song Yiran. Uncle looked a little nervous, but Song Yiran just looked at her expressionlessly.
"I know everyone is disappointed. But it's not a great skill to make your own specialty dishes to win the judges' favor. Those who can adapt to changes without change and can exert their strengths with any ingredients are the real cooking skills. Master. Next, I'm about to announce the good news! After hearing the good news, I hope all contestants will think carefully and carefully, and make sure to seize this opportunity to stun their opponents!"