The sky-high price of pet marriage: the rich and the little sweetheart

Ever since she knew where Tang Qianling lived, Ye Yiren would go to Tang Qianling's house whenever she had time, and stay with Tang Qianling. Tang Qianling did not refuse Ye Yiren's coming and welcomed her very much.

Ye Yiren came out of the kitchen, holding the chicken soup she had just made, and put it on the tea table in front of Tang Qianling, looked at Tang Qianling, and smiled expectantly, "Mom, the chicken soup I made, you Try it, how does it taste?"

After finishing speaking, Ye Yiren put down some hot chicken soup, because the chicken soup was a little hot, so Ye Yiren's fingers were also burnt, she held her fingers in front of her, and blew gently.

Seeing Ye Yiren blowing on her scalded hand, Tang Qianling quickly took Ye Yiren's hand, and helped Ye Yiren blow it gently and carefully.

Seeing Tang Qianling gently blowing her fingers for herself, Ye Yiren only felt that there were smiles in her eyes, she enjoyed this moment very much, the good time she had with Tang Qianling, because Tang Qianling helped her blow her hands The expression was unusually gentle, full of maternal love, Tang Qianling, who was blowing her fingers like this, seemed to have returned to the way she was injured many years ago, and Jing Yan helped her bandage with a tender and distressed expression.

Seeing the smile in Ye Yiren's eyes, Tang Qianling looked at Ye Yiren, frowned slightly, and said softly, "Since it's so hot, why don't you put it there to cool it down, and hold it with your hands?" If you come out, you won’t be afraid of getting burned.”

"Because this is the first time I cook chicken soup for you mom, so I want you to try my cooking quickly?" This is the first time Ye Yiren cooks chicken soup for Tang Qianling, so she I hope Tang Qianling can taste her craft soon.

Hearing the mother in Ye Yiren's mouth, Tang Qianling smiled helplessly at Ye Yiren and said, "Yiren, I'm not your mother".

"No, you are my mother. I will never mistake anyone. Although I don't know why you don't remember me, it doesn't matter if you don't remember me. Mom, as long as you are by my side, it will be fine." Ye Yi Ren looked at Tang Qianling with a smile and said happily.

Although she didn't know Jing Yan's name, why it was changed to Tang Qianling, and why Tang Qianling lost her memory, Ye Yiren knew that Tang Qianling was her mother and she was the same person as Jing Yan.

Regardless of whether Tang Qianling admits it or not, in Ye Yiren's view, Tang Qianling is Jing Yan.

"Yiren, I have a past. I'm really not your mother." Regarding Ye Yiren's persistence, Tang Qianling's tone became more and more helpless, "It's just that I had a car accident a few years ago, so I just I won't remember the past."

A few years ago, Tang Qianling had a car accident because of driving, so she had no memory, but she knew clearly that she was not Ye Yiren's mother, because this was her first time returning to China.

"It doesn't matter, it happens that you don't have a daughter, so you can treat me as your daughter." Ye Yiren smiled. She didn't mind Tang Qianling's words at all. Tang Qianling didn't have a daughter, so she could be treated as her daughter. Daughter, in her eyes, Tang Qianling is Jingyan, Jingyan is Tang Qianling, no matter which name Tang Qianling uses, she is also her mother.

Seeing the persistence on Ye Yiren's face, Tang Qianling finally smiled and shook her head without saying anything, "You".

Hearing Tang Qianling's words, Ye Yiren raised the corners of her mouth, and she pushed the almost cooled chicken soup in front of Tang Qianling, expecting to speak, "Mom, please try my cooking, Mr. Gu said my chicken soup It cooks well."

Ye Yiren doesn't have many cooking skills, so she hopes to make the best chicken soup for Tang Qianling to drink.

Seeing the expectation in Ye Yiren's eyes, Tang Qianling smiled. She looked at the chicken soup in front of her, picked it up, and slowly drank it into her lips.

Ye Yiren's craftsmanship is very good, and it can be seen that the soup has been cooked with a lot of thought. When he drank the chicken soup into his lips little by little, Tang Qianling was full of admiration, "Yiren, the soup is delicious."

"Mom, as long as you like it," Ye Yiren said with a smile. She was really happy about Tang Qianling's compliment.

"Of course I like it. Your soup is much better than Zhenghui's soup," Tang Qianling said with a smile after taking another spoonful and putting it into her mouth.

Qi Zhenghui came in from outside the door. As soon as he entered the door, he smelled the strong smell of chicken soup. Seeing the two mothers and daughters sitting on the sofa tasting chicken soup, Qi Zhenghui smiled and said, "Qianling, I heard you speak ill of me as soon as I entered the door." ".

Ye Yiren turned her gaze and saw Qi Zhenghui coming in from the door, she smiled and said, "Uncle Qi".

Hearing Ye Yiren's words, Qi Zhenghui smiled and nodded towards Ye Yiren.

Seeing Qi Zhenghui approaching, Tang Qianling raised the corner of her mouth, put the half-drinked bowl of soup in her hand on the coffee table, and said with a smile, "Zhenghui, I didn't say anything bad about you, I just said Yiren Your soup tastes better than yours, so what kind of bad words are you talking about?"

"It's really so delicious?" Qi Zhenghui asked curiously after hearing Tang Qianling's bad words.

"Yes, try it if you don't believe me." Tang Qianling picked up the bowl on the table again, looked at Qi Zhenghui and said with a smile, "You see, I can't stop eating."

"Mother Xu, prepare a bowl for me. I want to try Yiren's craftsmanship." Hearing Tang Qianling's words, Qi Zhenghui said to Mama Xu who was not far away.

Hearing Qi Zhenghui's words, Ye Yiren raised the corners of her mouth and said with a soft smile, "Uncle Qi, don't listen to my mother, she's talking nonsense."

"I'm not talking nonsense, Yiren, your soup is better than your Uncle Qi's." Tang Qianling glanced at the smile on Ye Yiren's face and said with certainty.

"No, I definitely want to try." Qi Zhenghui rolled up his sleeves, with an expression on his face that he wanted to try to the end.

Seeing Qi Zhenghui's unwillingness to admit defeat, Ye Yiren smiled and said, "Uncle Qi, Mom, she just ate the chicken soup I made. It's the first time she eats it, and it will naturally feel fresh, so she thinks it tastes good, and you You are a master with superb culinary skills, how can I compare to you."

Because it was the first time for Tang Qianling to eat Ye Yiren's chicken soup, Tang Qianling felt that Ye Yiren's chicken soup was good. For cooking skills, Ye Yiren would never dare to compare with Qi Zhenghui.

Qi Zhenghui's cooking skills are definitely better than hers. Although they may not be as good as Gu Mufan, Ye Yiren never dares to compare with Qi Zhenghui's cooking skills. In her mind, Qi Zhenghui's cooking skills are very superb.

"You girl, the more you talk about it, the more I want to try it." Qi Zhenghui smiled, took the chicken soup handed over by Xu Ma, took a spoonful, Qi Zhenghui put it in his mouth, and after a while, he looked at Ye Yiren with admiration , Surprised, "Yiren, you are really humble. What Qianling said is good. This chicken soup tastes really good. It can be seen that you have put a lot of thought into it."