67 Too Slow

But since when did this woman know how to cook? In fact, it was obvious from the comments that this wasn’t her first live broadcast. The last time she did something, the response seemed to be very good.

He still remembered how that woman had jumped up and down and said that if she wanted to keep a man’s heart, she had to first keep a man’s stomach. Then, not only did she burn down the kitchen, but she almost destroyed Zeyu Garden.

Nangong Jue wanted to laugh. She was a mess when she cooked for him, but in the end, she became a culinary expert after leaving him? Han Binglan, you’re really good! He thought.

Just as he thought of this, the red braised pork in the video was ready.

Gulp!

Nangong Jue himself was shocked. He was actually craving it? He had actually swallowed subconsciously just now.

How was that possible?

In his life, he had never craved any food. To him, eating and sleeping were just to maintain his bodily functions. If he could, he could even go without eating or drinking for a few days. But now, as he looked at the bright red braised pork on the screen, for the first time, he felt like he was salivating. Moreover, there was a tendency for it to overflow.

So, when Qiao Qiao announced that the rush lane was open, he also clicked on it. However, he was too slow.

After Le Yao and Qiao Qiao ended the live broadcast, they packed up the goods they needed and handed them to Han Xiangdong.

Last week, Han Xiangdong had ridden a small electric bike and had covered almost all the streets and alleys of Xiling. He had even been to the suburbs. Although he was not a good student, he was good at directions. Coupled with navigation, he was confident about this delivery.

He dispatched them in order of proximity and distance, and found the first one not far from Lijing Apartments, just two blocks away, a ten-minute walk and a three-minute bike ride to the main entrance.

Ten minutes later, Han Xiangdong knocked on Hao Kai’s door and handed over the lunch box with a smile. “The red braised pork you got. I wish you a pleasant meal.”

“Le Yao is the name of your chef?” Hao Kai raised his eyebrows slightly.

“It’s… It’s our chef’s internet name. If you think it’s delicious, don’t forget to give us a five-star rating.” With that, Han Xiangdong waved and left.

Looking at Han Xiangdong’s back, Hao Kai smiled. Han Xiangdong was the only son of Han Binglan’s adoptive parents. He did not expect him to come to Xiling City. It seemed that something had happened in the past few days. He had to investigate.

In addition to red braised pork, Le Yao also made a large table of dishes. She invited Shen Yi and the other three bodyguards who went to the West Mountain Villa to pick her up.

After the meal, Shen Yi ate Le Yao’s pudding and completely verified his thoughts. He could only accept Miss Han’s sweets and nothing else.

This realization made him feel very strange and awkward. Was he going to apply to work for Miss Han in the future? But even if he could work for Miss Han, he didn’t have the right to make Miss Han cook for him every day.

Of course, he could also avoid sweets like before, but this was like smoking a cigarette. He might not feel anything when he didn’t smoke it, but once he started, it would be difficult to quit.

“Hey!” Qiao Qiao knocked the plate in front of Shen Yi with her chopsticks. “Shen Yi, you’ve been staring at Lan for a long time. What do you want?”

“Miss, I…” Shen Yi hurriedly came back to his senses and stood up nervously. “I didn’t do it on purpose. I…”