Chapter 729 (1/2)

”Eh, what kind of soup did mom cook? It tastes strange, but it's very fragrant.”

Ye Huan didn't eat much at noon. He was not in the mood to drink. At the moment, he suddenly felt a little hungry while drinking the soup. Although he felt that the taste of the soup seemed to be different from that of the soup cooked by his mother, it seemed to be more fragrant.

”Hum, my mother is eccentric. I must have heard that Ding Ning came to our house. She took out all her soup making skills. I just smell the taste and want to drink it.”

Ye Le swallowed his saliva. ”No, I have to go down and have some soup. I'm almost hungry.”

”Go ahead. If everything goes well, we have to take care of mom at night. Don't starve yourself.”

Ye Huan looked at her sister's heartless appearance, but shook her head and smiled bitterly.

”Well, I'll come up after I drink the soup. Hold on for a while!”

Ye Le can't wait to go downstairs to drink soup. Ye Huan sips it, but his eyes are always staring at the door. There are lingering worries between his eyebrows.

”Creak!”

The door opened without warning. Ding Ning's face was pale and mentally tired. He smiled at Ye Huan who was nervous and greeted him: ”everything is going well!”

”Woo woo...”

Ye Huan repressed her mood all afternoon and couldn't control it any more. The bowl in her hand fell to the ground with a ”pa” and smashed. The tight string in her mind relaxed, which made her jump into Ding Ning's arms and cry.

Ye Le, who had just drunk two mouthfuls of soup, heard the sound of the broken bowl and his sister's cry. He suddenly turned pale and burst into tears. The whole person was cold and cried with a ”wow”.

Pan Xiangyun and LAN Mengdie's faces also changed, and tears twinkled in their eyes. Although they had just come for a few days, sun Lanying loved them like a loving mother, making them feel the warmth of home. The good people said that if they didn't, they wouldn't be sad.

”Lele... Don't... don't cry... You still have us... Wuwuwuwu!”

The two women held Ye le and wanted to comfort her. A burst of sadness came from their heart. They couldn't help crying.

Ye Huan still had tears on her face. When she heard her sister's cry, she couldn't laugh or cry. She knew they must have misunderstood.

Ding Ning weakly waved his hand: ”Huanhuan, aunt is very weak now and won't wake up until tomorrow. Don't disturb her. Get me something to eat first. I'm starving.”

”Well, I'll help you down. The soup has been cooked. Drink some soup mats first. I'll make something for you!”

Ye Huan is different from her sister. She has been sensible since childhood. She has nothing to do to help her mother cook and do housework. Her cooking is still quite good.

”Well, hurry down. If you don't go down, Lele won't cry.”

Ding Ning said with a laugh.

”I'm not afraid to faint, and I!”

Ye Huan's happy heart was about to jump out. He looked at Ding Ning with a red face and said, ”I'm afraid you can't do it.”

”Cut, I can't? You're provoking my dignity as a man. Sample, wait for me and see how you cry for mercy!”

It's about a man's dignity. Even if Ding Ning is weak and wants to lie down and sleep immediately, he has to hold his mouth hard at the moment.

”I don't know who begged for mercy.”

Ye Huan is introverted. He has never said such explicit words. His face is red and becomes a big persimmon. He looks very cute. He said hard.

Soon, knowing that it was a false alarm, ye le and others cried and laughed, and served Ding Ning like an old ancestor. Ye Huan and pan Xiangyun cooked in the kitchen. Ye le and blue Mengdie rubbed Ding Ning's shoulders and beat his back like a servant girl, and lay on the sofa enjoying someone who was being served by the beauty.

The two women cooked very well. They cooked in less than half an hour. Then they sat at the table and began to enjoy a happy dinner.

Ding Ning consumed too much and was already hungry. He took a big bite of rice and looked like a hungry ghost.

”It's so hot. Why is it so hot? Are you hot?”

Blue dream butterfly's cheeks are red, her beautiful eyes flow, and she makes a fan with her hand to disperse the wind.

”It's not hot!”

Ding Ning looked at her strangely. It was the end of November. The temperature at night was only more than ten degrees. How could it be hot.

”I'm a little hot, too!”

Pan Xiangyun's face was also red. He wanted to take off his coat, but he stopped his impulse when he thought of the chest that made her feel inferior.

”I'm fine. I guess it's cooking!”