C21 It Can be Sour but It Can also be Sweet!

"You, get out! Don't come in! And you're not allowed to look at me from the outside either! "

Leng Yinfeng was helpless. He didn't want to force his way in and ruin his cold image, so he straightened his back, put on his nice red clothes and left with a cold face. Even though he was going out, he was covering his face with the newspaper. No matter what he did, he couldn't get a good look at it. He heard the clanging sounds coming from the kitchen and, feeling uneasy, signaled to the chef to go in and take a look.

Why didn't Ann Rann let Leng Yinfeng in? Ann Rann felt that he was too eye-catching today. If she were to enter, she would definitely see him throughout the entire process, leading to her being unable to eat or even blowing up the kitchen. Besides, the kitchen and him always reminded her of that night when he'd come close to her breathing and lips. He wasn't skilled to begin with, so what could he do if he wasn't calm? All in all, Ann Rann was too obsessed with women …

Leng Yinfeng held a newspaper and waited and waited. The newspaper was almost seen through by him. Her happy voice finally came from the kitchen, "It's done!"

As the food came to the table, Ann Rann observed Leng Yinfeng's expression and heard him say in a picky tone, "Poor knife skills, bad dishes, and good setting the table."

Ann Rann, who had been elated a moment ago, could not help but be disappointed. "Then, should I withdraw?"

"No need, I'm hungry now, let's make do and eat some."

Leng Yinfeng felt that it was a pity and immediately stopped her.

Ann Rann stared at Leng Yinfeng's chewing face and felt a little apprehensive. To be honest, she really didn't have much confidence in her culinary skills.

"How is it? "Is it delicious?"

"It doesn't taste good."

Even though he said that, Leng Yinfeng still reached his chopsticks into the bowl.

Ann Rann felt that he was making fun of her, and she immediately became furious.

"Not tasty?! Even if it doesn't taste good, you still want to eat it! "

Leng Yinfeng didn't answer, he only signaled the servant to get him some water.

Seeing him like this, Ann Rann decided to try the taste herself. Leng Yinfeng really did his best to stop her, but unfortunately for him, Ann Rann's friend was nimble and quick-witted, so he forcefully took a bite of the dish. This bite almost made her cry. He snatched away the water that the servant had poured for Leng Yinfeng and poured it down.

Leng Yinfeng still maintained his indifferent expression. He snatched the water from Ann Rann's hands and drank it all in one go. Then, he poured the water into a cup for Ann Rann to see.

Ann Rann couldn't eat anymore. Leng Family's elite group of cooks left the stage, and very quickly, the table was filled with new dishes.

Leng Yinfeng looked at Ann Rann who was happily eating on the other side of the table while picking up dishes, "Are you still going to show off in the future?" In the end, it was not even made by the chef. "

Ann Rann insisted, "What I call the enjoyment process?!"

She had always been like this, never admitting defeat ever since she was young. Even if there were times when they did not do well, they did not want to admit it. At this moment, she had the same mentality as Chu Feng. It was as if she was a cooked duck.

"Yeah, I think you almost blew up the kitchen. It was pretty enjoyable." Leng Yinfeng continued to mock him.

Even though he has always been venomous with his words, Ann Rann still felt wronged. "In the future, I will do better and better … "No, you can still teach me?!"

Leng Yinfeng was about to be defeated by Ann Rann's naïveté. He was the CEO, so he had to take care of everything everyday. How could he have the time to teach her? Besides, he didn't want to teach her such a heavy, stupid thing!

"With your level, I'm afraid I'll ruin my own reputation. Besides, can you afford it? "

Perhaps this was the legendary 'adding insult to injury'. Leng Yinfeng didn't have any intention of holding back and instead got more and more angry as he spoke.

Ann Rann ignored him and shouted to the head chef in the kitchen, "Uncle Fang, can I learn to cook from you in the future?!"

The Head Chef Fang replied, "Then I have to listen to the young master's instructions!"

Leng Yinfeng was satisfied with what he heard and made a gesture of waving his hands towards Ann Rann.

Just like that, a noisy and cute dinner time passed.

In the diary time, Ann Rann seriously went through all of her emotions, feelings, and itinerary for the past two days. She knew she liked the man, he was proud and cold and unreasonable, but he would cook for her, he would rub her legs, he would drive her home, he would give her a promise of desire.

However, the shackles of three years had made Ann Rann feel slightly sad. She was willing to be his human cushion, willing to shield him from the light, willing to learn to cook for him, but she didn't want to let herself bear the risk of losing her lover after three years. So, let's do it like this first. She … wouldn't say anything else.

The secret love, will sour, also can sweet!

Leng Yinfeng was still awake. He had been eating with her these past two days, and it seemed like he had eaten a little too much. The president without eight abs was not a good president, so he arranged a workout time for himself before going to bed. The feeling of being drenched in sweat made Leng Yinfeng's entire body burn. While he was exercising, he seemed to be able to feel the strength of every muscle in his body. He was very satisfied with the feeling of being strong and healthy. So, should he let her exercise with him? Leng Yinfeng subconsciously started to think about this problem.

It was night. Ann Rann, who had a crush on him, had a sweet dream. Leng Yinfeng, who was enjoying the exercise, had no dreams for the whole night.

The next morning, Leng Yinfeng got out of bed and went downstairs. Ann Rann had dreamt of him last night, but at this moment, her memory of the dream was too shallow. She no longer felt anything, so she confidently went up to Leng Yinfeng. "Good morning, Mr. Wake up late!"

Leng Yinfeng knew that she was trying to get back at him for calling her "Miss Ye", so he didn't mind and just went along with her, "Good morning, Miss Ye."

Ann Rann was in a good mood when she saw how cooperative he was. Ye Zichen walked towards the kitchen with small steps. When he came out again, he placed a bowl on the table and signaled Leng Yinfeng to go over.

"This is me … It's the porridge cooked with Uncle Fang, try it! "

Leng Yinfeng pursed his lips into a smile, picked it up and took a sip, feeling that the taste was indeed good. However, without even thinking about it, he knew that it was because the head chef had great skill that she did not ruin the taste.

Even though she said that she wouldn't admit defeat, she still praised her, "Hmm, not bad. You've improved a lot."

Ann Rann was extremely happy. She looked at Leng Yinfeng with bright eyes, "Trust me, I will definitely do better tomorrow!" Ann Rann waved her fist.

Ann Rann was like this. She was as bright as the sun, pure like a lily. On this bright morning, she used her bright big eyes to gently open Leng Yinfeng's heart.

His heart sank like a rose, bathed in her sunshine, and gradually blossomed. This was something he had never thought of before. It had never thought that it would be possible for it to meet a woman that would pull his heartstrings in its entire life. This woman was someone that would accompany him for the rest of his life.

Alright, after eating the sweet breakfast, it was time to go back to work. But this time, he didn't need to shout because he saw Ann Rann, who looked like a real wife, waiting in front of his car. When Leng Yinfeng walked slowly towards her, he thought how much he wanted time to stop at this moment.

He hadn't thought that such feelings would continue all the way to the car. Although Leng Yinfeng glanced at the girl beside him from the corner of his eyes, he had an impulse to pull the girl over and lean on his shoulder or he could lean over and spread his body on her leg. He really didn't know when he would have such a feeling, like his first love. It had been a long time since he had had such a feeling.