Miss Ye was speechless: "Have you ever seen an injured person eat spicy?" ”

Even if the eldest young master doesn't understand, it's impossible for the housekeeper not to know, why did he prepare so many spicy food?

The housekeeper smiled on the side: "The young master is used to it, he doesn't like light things very much." ”

In other words, this man had never paid attention to this aspect before.

The butler's words were very meaningful.

Ye Weilan was stunned for a while, unable to see what he was thinking, and then began to serve Qi Ye with vegetables, and the light dishes were piled up with a full bowl.

She said: "The injured person can't eat spicy food, the wound can't get wet, don't go out and toss these days." ”

Qi Ye looked at his bowl and was silent for a moment: "Okay." ”

Lying on the back of the stairs, Jingle Clang, I don't know why, I suddenly felt a little sour in my eyes.

Qi Ye's mother died early, and the Ye family was not right with him, among the few of them, Ning Yuan was the first to follow him, and then there were more Bai Yi, Lin Xuan, and Yan Shi one after another...... By the time the twins were picked up by him, the night had already taken shape, so they hadn't experienced the most difficult of times.

Qi Ye's strength gradually made everyone accustomed to it, so much so that they all forgot that he was actually a human being.

Only the old housekeeper who has taken care of him since he was a child has been silently distressed about this child who lost everything prematurely.

Qi Ye used to love people, but then he forgot about it, and now he slowly recalls it.

How could Uncle Lin not know that injured people can't eat spicy food?

He just wanted to tell this woman euphemistically that Qi Ye needed her.

He believed that with her intelligence, she would understand what he meant.

Ye Weilan looked at Qi Ye's bowl and suddenly said, "If you don't like it, don't eat it." ”

She snatched his bowl, he had a heavy taste, and these light foods had been prepared for her in the past.

"Lan ......"

"What do you want to eat?" She asked, "I'll do it for you." ”

Qi Ye is a qualified husband, but she is not a qualified wife.

She did very little for him.

As for the reason......

Qi Ye smiled: "Shrimp dumplings." ”

Although Ye Weilan's cooking skills are not top-notch, they are not bad.

She made dumplings very quickly, like a few seconds a flower, and ten minutes later, rows of crystal clear dumplings were all over the board.

Qi Ye had some flour on his cheeks, this was when he had just been pinched out by Miss Ye, and at this time he put his hands in his trouser pockets, standing leisurely to the side and watching his wife busy.

When the dumplings were put into the pot, Ye Weilan took a spoon to adjust the soup, and carefully did not put chili peppers and soy sauce, and the taste was a little lighter.

Qi Ye said gently: "Lan, you are so good to me. ”

Is she good to him?

She didn't treat him badly at all.

This sentence hooked the guilt in Miss Ye's heart.

The eldest young master made persistent efforts: "Except for Uncle Lin, no one has ever cooked for me. ”

It's the truth.

There are no women around him, and his subordinates offer him as if he were a god, and he is not uncommon for others to do it.

But when these words were heard in the ears of the sentimental Miss Ye, there was a little more of a different taste.

She suddenly began to review how excessive she was, Qi Ye's concern for her could be seen by anyone, but she rarely did even the most basic things for him.

Young Master Qi is very good at drawing inferences from one case and being flexible, and at this moment, seeing the expression of the little wife, he was annoyed and guilty, and he laughed secretly in his heart.

The dumplings were served, the old god Qi Ye was eating, and the twins wanted to come and kick it, but they were dragged away by the housekeeper.