Chapter 62 Do you know what papaya porridge supplements?

  After Liu Wanchuan left, Han Xuan quietly took the paper with Lorraine's phone number and carefully tucked it into her pocket. This city's top high school's ice-cold beauty, at this moment, was like a little girl who had just obtained a precious treasure, with a hint of satisfaction on the corner of her mouth, secretly rejoicing in a sly manner.

  Han Xuan is a proud girl, not good at taking the initiative to contact Luo Lin, so she took this opportunity to get Luo Lin's phone number without anyone noticing. In the future, even if it's late at night and there's nothing to do, sending a harassing text message, I guess Luo Lin won't even know who it is.

  "Hmph, no need for you to act so arrogant, the class monitor has a way to deal with you." As she walked into the classroom, Han Xuan inexplicably threw a triumphant smile at Lanlan in the back row, which made Lanlan scratch her head in confusion, wondering what wind had blown through the class monitor's mind.

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  Luo Lin rushed back to Jingxiang Garden and arrived at the door of Qin's house, knocked on the door, and it was opened by Qin Wanshu, who was dressed in casual clothes.

  After leaving the hospital, Qin Wanshu recovered well. Her face was flushed with a hint of redness, and her eyes sparkled like autumn water, exuding a charm that would make every man's heart skip a beat. Today, she wore a loose-fitting coffee-colored casual dress with a round low neckline, revealing her smooth and delicate neck and two sensual collarbones. This didn't mean she wasn't curvy; on the contrary, the deep crease in the middle of her chest, carelessly tucked into the neckline, clearly explained that point. The two high and proud curves on her chest seemed to be full of elasticity, even the loose-fitting casual dress was stretched tight, looking like it was about to burst at any moment.

  Usually, Lorraine was used to seeing Qin Wanru dressed in a working OL outfit, but now she looked like an ordinary neighbor's sister, and it really felt like a different flavor.

  "You little stinker, what are you looking at?" Qin Wanshu seemed to have noticed Luo Lin's unintentional glance at her chest, and a red flush quickly appeared on her pale face. However, she didn't feel angry, but rather secretly delighted. Her small white hand symbolically covered her chest, and she softly chided him.

  Lorraine smiled and asked: "Where's Aunt Song?"

  "She's in the kitchen."

  "In the kitchen?" Lorin was taken aback, "What are you doing in the kitchen?"

  As they spoke, the front door closed and the two people entered the living room.

  Qin Wanshu was clearing the table while saying: "Xiao Lin, what kind of question is this? Of course, people are cooking in the kitchen."

  "Want to cook?"

  Lorraine felt as if a big hole had suddenly opened up in her brain, with wind blowing into it: "Song Xiaoyu can cook?!?!"

  Considering Song Meiyan's seemingly profound family background and her behavior since getting to know her, she doesn't seem like a woman who would manage the household and cook.

  "What's wrong, Little Lin, don't you believe?" Qin Wanshu smiled and walked up to Luo Lin's side, whispering in his ear, "Actually, I don't believe it either, hehe."

  At this time, Qin Wanshu didn't feel that an aunt and a minor boy whispering at such close distance was actually a very ambiguous action. At least, Lolin felt his heart skip a beat, and the gentle breath Qin Wanshu accidentally blew out while speaking made Lolin's earlobe itch.

  Lorraine scratched her ear and saw that Qin Yuanshu had no unnatural expression, secretly thinking to herself that she was really mentally unhealthy.

  Qin Wanshu continued to chuckle softly: "She's leaving this afternoon, and I don't know what got into her. I heard you're taking time off to rush back and see her off, and she insisted on going to the kitchen to cook a meal herself, saying she wanted to leave a good impression of being a virtuous and gentle person."

  Oh, I see.

  It turned out to be a rush job, and this little Song girl is still a novice in the kitchen.

  Just thinking of this, suddenly heard from the kitchen, came a "ah" cry.

  Lorraine and Qin Yuanshuo exchanged a glance, then rushed towards the kitchen together. They pushed open the kitchen door and saw that the stir-fry pot in front of Song Meihuan was already emitting a lot of smoke towards the exhaust fan. A strong smell of burnt food filled the entire kitchen. Song Meihuan had her hair tied back, wore an apron, and rolled up her sleeves, looking like a capable housewife. However, she stood far away from the stir-fry pot, holding a spatula in one hand and covering her arm with the other, looking fearful. She seemed to want to continue cooking but was hesitant about something. At first glance, Song Meihuan's facial injuries had largely healed after several days of rest. Only on her delicate white wrist were there some faint purple marks left. However, judging from her energetic movements, she should be fine now.

  Lorraine couldn't help but laugh and tease, "I say, Aunt Song, are you detonating explosives? Look at how scared you are."

  Song Meiyan gave Lorraine a glance, but she had already heard the sound of Lorraine coming in from outside. Unfortunately, as a chef, she was not doing her job well and immediately turned to Qin Wanshu beside Lorraine: "Wanshu, Wanshu!... Hurry up and come help..."

  Before she could finish, Lorraine took a step forward and quickly pulled out the plug. She then picked up the wok and moved it slightly, and in no time, the oil fumes in the room had almost been sucked away. It was only then that Lorraine was shocked to discover that what was being stir-fried in the pot was a black mess.

  Song Meiwan took a look at the blackened mess in the pot and helplessly knocked on her forehead: "Alas, my cola chicken wings have failed..."

  Coca-Cola chicken wings? ? ?

  Luo Lin looked at the several black things in the pot and it was really hard to imagine that they were chicken wings. She sniffed them and then turned back to ask, "I say, Aunt Song, did you put oil?"

  "Add oil?" Song Meiyan furrowed her brow, "What's the point of adding oil to cola chicken wings? Have you ever seen anyone drink cola with oil in it? Don't you have any basic common sense?"

  "Uh..."

  Lorraine and Qin Wanshu were completely speechless this time, this logic is really powerful, just because of Song Meiyan's standard, it's a waste for her to cook, she should be making explosives instead.

  "Alright, Mei Yuan, stop being stubborn, it's already past two. If we don't hurry up and cook, the food won't be good. Let me do it instead." Qin Wanru lightly shook her hair at this time, then used a hair tie to tie up her long hair, making a gesture to untie the apron on Song Mei Yuan's body. But Song Mei Yuan took a step back, with an unwilling expression: "No way, let me try again. I saw a dish on TV... Ah yes, braised pork ribs, I can definitely make this! Don't worry!"

  Qin Wanshu was taken aback: "So confident?"

  "That's it!" Song Meiyan said with a smile, "This dish needs oil, doesn't it?"

  Good grief!

  "No, no... Hurry up and get out, the kitchen isn't a place for you to stay, go do whatever you want...” Luolin and Qin Yuanshu hastily stepped forward, pushing Song Meiyan out, despite her still shouting that she hadn't even made her signature dish yet.

  "Aunt Qin, you and Aunt Song wait in the living room. I'll take care of this meal today." Luolin also pushed Qin Wanshu out of the kitchen with a sweep of his hand.

  "What? You're going to cook? No way, Xiao Lin, you can't even cook. Mei Yuan, stop being reckless and don't make a mess! Qin Wanru looked like she was about to be driven crazy by the two troublemakers and hastily shook her head."

  Caroline didn't give her a chance to say more, the two beauties had just walked out of the kitchen when Caroline slammed the kitchen door shut and locked it from the inside, saying "Two beautiful ladies, just wait, I guarantee a sumptuous lunch."

  Two women looked at the tightly closed kitchen door, feeling helpless. Forget it, today's plan to cook and eat at home is ruined. Let's wait, I reckon Lorin, this under-18 second-generation rich kid, will make a dish that's on par with Song Meihuan's explosive chicken wings. Better get ready to order takeout...

  But things don't always go as planned.

  Lorraine's soul is a reborn dude, later living alone, taking care of himself, even when his legs were disabled, he could easily cook a few home-cooked dishes, let alone now that he's young and healthy.

  About half an hour later, the kitchen door opened, and before anyone came out, a strong aroma of dishes wafted out.

  To keep her figure, Song Meiyan had already eaten two steamed buns in the morning and was now so hungry that her belly was stuck to her back. She sniffed the aroma of the dishes and smacked her lips, with saliva almost dripping out.

  "Two beautiful women, let's eat."

  Lorin kept going back and forth between the dining room and kitchen, and what's even more ridiculous is that this spoiled second-generation rich kid who couldn't even do his own laundry a few months ago was now wearing a pink apron, looking like a perfect househusband.

  At last, all the dishes were put on the table in the dining hall by Lorraine.

  Luo Lin Mali took off her sleeves and untied her apron, smiling as she introduced her proud works: "This is braised pork ribs with oil. And this one, it's the cola chicken wings that Song Auntie failed to challenge, how about it? Color, fragrance, and flavor are all perfect, right? Wait a bit before eating." As she spoke, she discovered that Song Mei Yuan had already eagerly picked up her chopsticks to grab some chicken wings. Luo Lin stretched out her hand and lightly patted them away, putting the chopsticks back on the table. "Wait until I'm done introducing, this dish is Qin Auntie's favorite, shrimp and celery stir-fry. And this one is my specialty, boiled sliced pork. Hey, why are you eating already? Ah, look at that! You're even using your hands to grab it!!" Luo Lin quickly reached out and grabbed Song Mei Yuan's small hand, which had secretly crawled up to the edge of the plate, holding it tightly as if teaching a child, "Did you wash your hands? And yet you're eating with your hands?"

  "Oh dear, I'm so hungry, I even forgot to wash my hands." Song Meiyan stuck out her tongue and swallowed hard, reluctantly getting up from the chair, swinging her hips as she rushed towards the bathroom.

  "I haven't washed my hands either." Qin Wanshu was a bit more reserved, pursed her lips and followed to the bathroom to wash her hands.

  When the two beauties returned, Luolin took out a large bowl of thick and fragrant soup from the kitchen and placed it in the center of the dinner table: "Well, four dishes and one soup, all set." As he spoke, he picked up a small bowl to help Song Meihuan serve the soup, saying, "Song Auntie, this bowl of soup is specially cooked for you, you must drink more of it."

  "Definitely definitely." Song Meiyan's small hands clenched into fists, her small mouth pouting, with an impatient look on her face, "What kind of soup is this?"

  Luo Lin smiled: "Pumpkin porridge, specially for you to nourish your body. Do you know what pumpkin is good for? You look about the same age as my Aunt Qin, but in some places, it seems a bit... lacking."

  "Who said that!" Song Meiyan couldn't help but hear Loring's words about the papaya being a supplement for something, and she immediately puffed out her proud twin peaks to express her dissatisfaction. She swayed back and forth, lightly biting her silver teeth and saying: "You little devil! Are you asking for death? You think I'll let you off easy just because I'm leaving now?"