"Whatâs wrong with you?" He Yue asked when she saw her walk in with her head down.
"Nothing, someone will come to check your foot later. Iâll go cook first." Gu Lingling sighed.
Before long, Liu Jun helped He Yue out to apply medicinal oil, while Gu Lingling focused on cooking the whole time.
Itâs worth mentioning that, despite the current scarcity, Yang Yunhai had quite a lot of supplies, fresh vegetables, meat, and even large bones and fish.
The kitchen was well-equipped too. It seemed like someone had considered that Yang Yunhai wasnât good with fire, as there was a coal stove and a brick stove for burning wood, and even two connected pots.
The two pots being connected meant there was no need for a bellows; once both sides were lit, the fire would be strong.
Whoever built this stove was definitely an expert.
Gu Lingling first stewed the large bones, then kneaded the dough, planning to make some scallion pancakes for lunch, stir-fry a few dishes, and drink some bone soupâa delightful meal.
When she first asked Yang Yunhai what he wanted to eat, he told her to let her creativity flow.
What did "let your creativity flow" mean? It meant donât hold back, at least thatâs how Gu Lingling understood it.
Since Yang Yunhai was injured and couldnât eat fish, in between cooking, Gu Lingling also conveniently marinated the fish to make dry fish, ensuring it wouldnât spoil, and Yang Yunhai could eat it when he was well.
When the bone soup turned white, Gu Lingling had already prepared the vegetables and meat.
He Yueâs foot felt much better after having it rubbed with the medicinal oil, but Liu Jun didnât let her into the kitchen, saying she was a patient.
Originally, Gu Lingling hadnât planned to ask for her help anyway, but hearing Liu Jun say this, she felt a bit uncomfortable; what Liu Jun meant must naturally align with Yang Yunhaiâs wishes.
He was indeed different with He Yue.
She didnât know if it was because of the onions or what, but her eyes felt really sore.
When the lunch was finally served on the table, everyone widened their eyes, especially Su Ziqiao, who almost wanted to apprentice under Gu Lingling out of admiration.
Braised pork, sweet and sour ribs, minced meat with vermicelli, sautéed Chinese cabbage, spicy and sour shredded potatoes, leek and egg, and large-bone radish soup, with scallion pancakes as the staple.
Especially when the scallion pancakes were first made, the aroma was tempting; if it werenât for Yang Yunhaiâs presence, Liu Jun and Su Ziqiao would have probably sneaked into the kitchen to steal a taste.
Now, they could finally start eating.
"Lingling, your culinary skills are phenomenal, comparable to a head chef at the Kyoto Restaurant," Su Ziqiao gave a thumbs up, "Itâs outstanding."
"Youâre flattering me too much." Gu Lingling found it hard to handle Su Ziqiaoâs familiarity.
"Sit down and eat with us," Yang Yunhai said.
"No need, the two of us can just eat some scallion pancakes." They saved them, so it was only right to repay them with a meal.
Being able to eat scallion pancakes was already great enough, knowing that Yunhaiâs family used wheat flour without any cornmeal in these pancakes, and Gu Lingling hadnât skimped on oil when making them, so they were very delicious.
Yang Yunhai frowned and glanced at her but didnât say anything or touch his chopsticks.
His expression said it all; if she didnât sit, they wouldnât eat either.
Gu Lingling didnât know what he was up to again; she could only attribute it to He Yue.
Yang Yunhai wanted He Yue to eat at the table, but if she, having done all the cooking, didnât sit and eat, He Yue naturally couldnât sit at the table either.
Okay then, Gu Linglingâs heart was once again hit hard.
Several times, she had an urge to step forward and tell Yang Yunhai: "Please, stop focusing on He Yue. She has someone she likes, and, most importantly, you two are cousins."
But she couldnât, how would she explain it? Was she supposed to say she was reincarnated?
If not, theyâd think she was a demon and dunk her in the pond!
No, she had to change!