Scapegoat Bride novel Chapter 47

It was the voice of the Aunt Zhang. Han Yi Er smiled lightly: "Aunt Zhang, I want to make lunch for old master ..."

In that moment, Aunt Zhang's amiable expression was filled with displeasure: "No need!" With quick steps, she walked to Han Yi Er's side and pushed her away.

"Crash!" His body hit the refrigerator ...

What happened to Aunt Zhang?

Why was he so unhappy when he heard that he was going to cook for the lord?

Don't tell me that Aunt Zhang doesn't like others to cook for him?

Han Yi Er looked at Aunt Zhang with a puzzled face. Only now did Aunt Zhang gradually regain her senses, and walked towards her embarrassedly: "About that ..." Aunt Zhang's hands were trembling a little as she held onto the apron in front of her. She could feel that she was very nervous, "Yi Er, there's no need for you to do all this, haha ..."

Is that so?

Was the reason the Aunt Zhang was acting differently was because she should not have done all the work?

But why was the Aunt Zhang's kind smile so stiff and fake?

"No ...." It's nothing, Aunt Zhang, I just want to boil some porridge for him. " His words were filled with pleading, hoping to be understood by the amiable Aunt Zhang.

However, Aunt Zhang's expression was difficult, as if she was struggling with herself, "Alright, then you cook the porridge for Master and I will prepare some food for Master."

"Right." He happily nodded his head and started to busy himself with Aunt Zhang. Aunt Zhang's strange actions a moment ago had long been thrown to the back of his mind ...

"Aunt Zhang, are you making asparagus? "It smells so good ..." Han Yi Er asked Aunt Zhang beside him as she cooked porridge.

"Yes, dry burn of asparagus." The Aunt Zhang answered her question kindly.

Eh? Burn the asparagus?

This dish is from my hometown. Looking at Aunt Zhang's method, it is completely my hometown's culinary arts. Could it be that Aunt Zhang is also a blessed person?

"Aunt Zhang, are you also a person of Fortune?"

Hearing Han Yi Er's question, Aunt Zhang's face tensed up. She stood rooted to the spot in a daze, and the chopping board in her hand also stopped stir-frying, as she was completely immersed in some memories ...

"Aunt Zhang?"

"Huh?" Han Yi Er's words broke the Aunt Zhang's memories, gave an awkward laugh, and looked at the other person who was feeling hot. She purposely changed the topic, "What kind of porridge are you cooking for the old master?"

"This, this is green bean porridge. It's used for detoxifying poisons."

"Pa Da", the plate of vegetables in Aunt Zhang's hands fell onto the ground, making a clear sound.

"Aunt Zhang, are you alright?" Han Yi Er saw that Aunt Zhang's face was pale white, and closed the fire in panic, supporting Aunt Zhang.

"Yi Er, after you help me take care of it, I'm really not feeling well, so I'll go take a rest first." Aunt Zhang's tone was filled with impatience, her face becoming more and more pale.

Before Han Yi Er could reply, Aunt Zhang had already left the kitchen in a hurry ...

In the kitchen, only Han Yi Er who had not woken up yet was left ... ...

What happened to Aunt Zhang today? Was it because she was feeling unwell?

After tidying up everything, he carried the Aunt Zhang's food and the green bean porridge for detoxification into Old Master Yun's room.

He said that the green bean porridge was for detoxification. It was just cleaning up the garbage in his body. The long-term bedridden man had accumulated a lot of dust in his body, so it was better to drink this porridge. If there was a Chinese medicine in his home, the effect of boiling a bowl of rice porridge would be even more significant ...

After carefully feeding the Old Master Yun lunch, Han Yi Er took out a handkerchief from her pocket. Just as she was about to wipe the remnants off the corner of Old Master Yun's mouth, she realized ...

This handkerchief was given to her by Fang Heng ...

When the secretary closed the door, she completely revealed her playful and cute personality. She threw the bag in her hand onto the sofa and said, "Ao Tian ..." As she spoke, she circled around the desk and coquettishly sat on Yun Ao Tian's leg. Her hands wrapped around his neck and her sexy lips fell on his.

Frowning, he pushed her away with force with his hands: "Mi Ya! This is an office! "

"Hmph." Ye Zichen snorted in dissatisfaction, then sat back down on the sofa dejectedly, "What does it have to do with you? It's not like there's anyone else here."

His ice-cold expression did not ease because of Mi Ya's words, and he asked indifferently: "What business do you have with me?"

After hearing Yun Ao Tian's cold and detached words, although Mi Ya was very dissatisfied in his heart, she had, after all, long since knew of his character after they had dated for nearly five months, so he was more or less accustomed to it.

Her slender legs crossed each other as she fiddled with her fine black hair, looking even more charming: "Director Lin wanted me to sing a poem by a newbie."

Words written by a rookie?

Generally speaking, enabling a rookie to write for an A-list celebrity must go through rigorous review.

However, he had yet to receive any information.

Could it be that this new person was the one who had ignited the desire in Lin Yu Ze's heart?

Now that he was using an A-list celebrity to sing, it looked like that rookie must be extraordinary!

When he thought about this, Yun Ao Tian couldn't help but to be filled with boundless curiosity towards that new sage: "You want to find me for this?"

"Right."

Looking at his watch, it was just five o'clock, Yun Ao Tian packed his stuff up and walked in front of Mi Ya coldly: "You should be complaining to your economic man, not me."

"But no matter what, you are still her boyfriend. If I don't look for you, who else can I look for?" Mi Ya grumbled in dissatisfaction.

Yun Ao Tian looked at his watch again, his expression extremely impatient: "Then what do you want? "Won't you accept this?"