Liu Yating grew up in the barracks, and sheās quite a rough-and-tumble kind of girl herself.
But when it comes to the matter to Yang Yunhai and Gu Lingling, the usually bold girl suddenly became perceptive; the more she thought about it, the more something felt off.
Back when Yang Yunhai suggested teaching Gu Lingling, his intentions were already not pure.
Right? Right? Right?
Why didnāt she realize it earlier?
Liu Yating couldnāt help but knock herself on the head a few times. What was she doing, exactly? Had she, unwittingly, set up her good friend?
If it werenāt for her, Gu Lingling wouldnāt have met Yang Yunhai, right?
Liu Yating felt a bit apologetic towards Gu Lingling.
Itās not that she thought Yang Yunhai was a bad person, but rather that he was too good, thus unsuitable for Gu Lingling.
A girl like Gu Lingling should find a warm guy, someone who understands her needs and can protect her.
Yang Yunhai, well, heās her cousin and quite exceptional, but the problem is heās too cold.
If Gu Lingling were with him, sheād surely end up frozen.
No, she couldnāt let her good sister suffer like that.
Liu Yating fiercely thumped her own head, surely she was just overthinking this!
Yang Yunhai probably never considered that before he even clarified his feelings for Gu Lingling, he would face an unexpected roadblock.
Heās also puzzled about what heās doing with himself?
Anyway, upon returning to the dormitory and seeing those meats and vegetables he didnāt let his subordinates take them away as usual; instead, he asked Gu Lingling to handle it.
Could it be because that day, little Liu Yaxin boasted in front of him how delicious Gu Linglingās pickled meats were, and he spent too much time with Su Ziqiao and became a foodie?
Inside the car, as Yang Yunhai stared coldly forward, Gu Lingling shivered slightly, not daring to speak, and instead focused her attention on the scenery outside.
If possible, sheād rather not let this deity send her home.
Sheād rather go back herself.
Dear heavens and earth, in this freezing weather, sitting next to this walking iceberg, was this the path to freezing to death?
"Who taught you how to pickle meat?" After a long pause, Yang Yunhaiās voice broke the silence inside the car.
"Huh? My... grandma taught me." Gu Lingling replied in surprise, turning to look at Yang Yunhai, while this mobile iceberg, after asking this question, continued to stare straight ahead.
As if it wasnāt he who asked the question.
In truth, Grandma Yaoās pickling skills were unrivaled, but Gu Lingling hadnāt had the chance to learn from her. As for her skills, they came from her previous life working in hotels.
She only watched Grandma Yao pickle meat once and used that as a base, combining hotel techniques to innovate her own style.
She tried it recently, and the results were promising; the taste came out better than the traditional method but still retained the local flavor.
"In a while, the army will distribute some vegetables. Can you help me pickle them too?" Yang Yunhai said casually.
As if the sentence just slipped out leisurely.
But only he knew how tightly he was gripping the steering wheel while waiting for Gu Linglingās response.
"Sure." Though Gu Lingling was somewhat surprised, she nodded.
Last time she visited Yang Yunhaiās home, she remembered his kitchen didnāt even have pots and pans, not like someone who would cook at all, why suddenly pickle vegetables?
"My grandparents like it," Yang Yunhai glanced at Gu Lingling, as if aware of her thoughts, and explained.
Ah, thatās why.
"Careful."
Suddenly, Yang Yunhai jerked the wheel in one direction and slammed on the brakes.
Simultaneously, at the moment of a sudden stop, he pulled Gu Lingling into his arms while he himself collided painfully with the steering wheel.
"Are you okay?" Yang Yunhai anxiously looked at the girl in his arms.