18 Don't say anything angry. Xiaoman

Jiang Lai finished a whole plate of cream shrimps with satisfaction. Of course, cream shrimps can only be regarded as an appetizer. In addition to shrimps, Shen Hean also made several other dishes, a mixture of Chinese and Western, steak and stew, but all of them were delicious.

This time, Shen Hean did not eat with her, but concentrated on peeling shrimps for Jiang Lai. After Jiang Lai sucked the soup off her fingers, he took off his gloves and started to eat.

Although Jiang Lai did not give a long rainbow fart like the first time she tasted his cooking skills, the satisfied expression on his face would not lie.

Shen Hean saw that she was eating happily, and his heart actually sank, but he still had a serious expression on his face and reminded her: "Don't suck your fingers, dear, they are dirty."

"I washed my hands." Jiang Lai muttered softly, but probably because she was soft-hearted, Shen Hean had just been busy in the kitchen for a long time, and she didn't want to deliberately go against him at this time.

After eating and drinking, Chen He'an guessed that Jiang Lai was in a good mood, and tentatively discussed with her: "I want to go home for dinner tomorrow night, is that okay?"

Jiang Lai waited for a few seconds but he didn't say anything.

She used chopsticks to pick the rice in the bowl, and the corner of her mouth turned down: "What about me?" Chen

He'an discussed with her good-temperedly: "Can you eat at home by yourself tomorrow? I'll ask Auntie to make you braised prawns. Hasn't she done this for a long time?"

The cooking auntie cooked according to the recipe given by Chen He'an. The recipe is a combination of meat and vegetables, and the nutrition is balanced. Chen He'an specially invited a nutritionist to make it. One reason is that Jiang Lai's body was too weak at that time, and the second reason is that Jiang Lai is very picky about food.

In the first month that Jiang Lai lived with him, Chen He'an rarely ate with her. At that time, he was still a real workaholic. He would go out early in the morning and usually work overtime until eight or nine in the evening before going home.

After Jiang Lai had a fever that day, he got off work on time at six o'clock the next day for the first time. When he got home, dinner was already served. Jiang Lai was the only one at the table. She looked sick, holding chopsticks and staring at the dishes on the table in a daze, with a poor appetite.

She must have been surprised that he came home at this time. She was so nervous that she jumped up suddenly as if there was a spring in her buttocks, and her tone was a little awkward: "Brother He An, you are back?" Shen

He An frowned slightly, and he could see it a few steps away. He didn't like Jiang Lai's reaction, as if he was a flood beast. Is he so scary? But when she had a high fever yesterday, didn't she snuggle comfortably in his arms?

He asked her to sit down in a slightly deep tone, and walked to the dining table and glanced at the leftovers on the table.

In fact, it was called leftovers, because Jiang Lai didn't eat much at all. There was a dish of sweet and sour pork ribs, a dish of steamed sea bass, a dish of spinach and preserved eggs, a dish of stir-fried crab with green onions and ginger, and a dish of morel stew.

The dishes were good, but the portions were a bit too much. Jiang Lai couldn't finish them all by herself, but it wasn't that the only dish on the table that she touched was the sweet and sour pork ribs. The others were barely touched, and she didn't even take a few bites of the soup.

Shen He'an frowned slightly and asked her in a low voice: "Why didn't you eat much? Did the dishes not suit your taste? Or is it

because you haven't recovered from your illness yet and have a poor appetite?" Jiang Lai shook her head, lowered her eyes and said no, they were all delicious. She looked unhappy and seemed to refuse to communicate, which made Shen He'an feel like there was a fire burning in his chest.

He remembered how sick Jiang Lai looked yesterday, so weak that she seemed to faint at the next second. Today, she didn't eat well. How could she recover without nutrition? She had just been sick, how could she recover without eating well?

Shen He'an didn't know why he had an emotion similar to "anger", even though he had been so calm that he hadn't had any emotional fluctuations for a long time.

"That's because the food doesn't taste good." He frowned slightly and called the cook aunt to come over.

The people at the table immediately panicked and stopped him in a hurry: "No, no, it's none of Auntie's business, I'm just picky..."

The cook had hurriedly taken off her apron and came out of the kitchen. She glanced at her employer. The man was always expressionless, but at this moment she inexplicably felt the pressure of a storm. She waited for the male owner to speak, and she was very nervous. After all, she didn't want to lose this well-paid job without contacting the male owner.

In fact, she didn't have much contact with the hostess in the house. She seemed to be avoiding her intentionally. Obviously, when the male owner was there, she often heard laughter in the house, but when she was alone, the hostess became quiet.

And this silence was not because she looked down on her or something. The hostess was polite and would smile and say thank you for your hard work when she put the dishes on the table. Sometimes she felt that the hostess seemed to want to talk to her, but she held back and held back her words, which often made her feel a little confused. Of

course, Auntie didn't know how hard it was for Jiang Lai, a chatterbox, to hold back. It was just because she had just arrived, and she wanted to be more restrained and create a gentle and kind persona, so she had been holding back from gossiping to her.

But seeing that her aunt was innocently implicated because of her, Jiang Lai could not accept it.

Shen Hean was just trying to scare Jiang Lai, because he knew that Jiang Lai was a kind person. He glanced at Jiang Lai's panicked expression, and in the few seconds of silence, a small hand had already grasped the hem of his shirt, and then playfully shook it left and right, as if begging him for mercy.

Shen Hean almost couldn't control the corners of his lips that were about to rise.

He coughed softly and said to his aunt, "Nothing else, I just wanted to tell you that I will be home for dinner every night in the future, please cook my share together."

The aunt nodded quickly as if she had been pardoned, said "eh", and then slipped back to the kitchen.

Jiang Lai thought she had gotten away with it, but she didn't expect Shen He'an to go to the kitchen to get a pair of chopsticks, then pull out a chair and sit down opposite her, and then try every dish in a natural manner, including the fish she had picked up with one chopstick and the spareribs of which she only had a few pieces left.

Jiang Lai felt a little embarrassed, because she always felt that Shen He'an was eating her leftovers, although she didn't eat much in total, but after all, they were all picked up with chopsticks.

After Shen He'an took a bite of each dish, he realized that the taste of each dish was excellent and the aunt's cooking skills were very good.

"Is the food not to your taste?" Shen He'an asked Jiang Lai.

Jiang Lai looked at the tip of her chopsticks guiltily and didn't say a word. The next second, Shen He'an's slightly deeper voice rang in her ears: "Look up and look at me when I talk."

Jiang Lai was slightly stunned for a second, and subconsciously looked up at him, her expression was still dazed, and she didn't react.

Her reaction made Shen Hean wonder if he was too harsh. He paused for a few seconds, and when he spoke again, his tone was much softer: "You are at the age of growing up, and you have just been sick. How can you be healthy if you don't eat well?"

Jiang Lai wanted to lower her head again, for no other reason, but because she felt guilty, because she had not yet made up an excuse that matched her identity as a poor college student. As for why she didn't eat much tonight, of course it was because she was too picky about food. She didn't like fish, seafood, vegetables, and light dishes. She just liked sweet and spicy food.

When she was at Jiang's house, her father had a heavier taste, and there were often oily and spicy foods on the table, which was just what she liked. After coming to Shen Hean's place, her mouth was almost bland. Although the ingredients were very fresh and sweet, she was not used to eating them.

She didn't dare tell the cook, because there was a high probability that Shen He'an had always eaten the same flavor. What if one day he suddenly came home for dinner and looked at the table and saw that it was full of oil and spicy food? Wouldn't he faint?

Jiang Lai would sometimes secretly complain in her heart that Shen He'an must be old, so he has started to take care of his health now.

In short, Jiang Lai really couldn't find a suitable excuse. Although Shen He'an's eyes were calm, Jiang Lai felt that the sense of oppression in them was too strong. She, who was used to being thick-skinned, was a little uncomfortable.

But is Shen He'an controlling her now?

Jiang Lai suddenly remembered the rumor, the rumor that she had used, about Shen He'an suffering from white knight syndrome.

According to the normal development direction, is it time for her to rebel? Isn't this her strong point? But she still has to pretend a little, at least to fit her personality.

So Jiang Lai drooped his eyelids, pretending to be innocent, and his tone was so soft that it could squeeze water out of him, sounding extremely pitiful: "In the past two years... my life has been too tight, so I always eat vegetables and rarely eat meat, so now I feel a little psychologically resistant to seeing vegetables... Also, my father used to like oily and spicy food, and my family always made heavy-tasting food. I'm used to it, and now I can't change it..." Shen He'an

's brows frowned even tighter, he was about to say something, and finally fell silent.

Jiang Lai thought that this matter was over, but the next day, shredded zucchini pancakes appeared on the table, and they were filled with the only seafood that Jiang Lai loved to eat, which was shrimp. The round, small pancakes looked delicious, and Jiang Lai ate one under Shen He'an's gaze. The taste was much more acceptable than eating only vegetables, but if there was a choice, Jiang Lai still didn't want to eat it.

Later, Shen Hean specially hired a nutritionist to prepare a menu to ensure that every meal was nutritionally balanced. From that day on, Shen Hean would go home for dinner almost every day and would watch Jiang Lai finish eating.

Jiang Lai's plan was initially realized, but it also made her suffer. Sometimes she couldn't even eat something spicy.

But what about the braised prawns, does she look greedy? Please, when Shen Hean is not here, she can order takeout and eat Cao's duck neck, who cares about braised prawns?

Jiang Lai put down her chopsticks sullenly: "It's up to you, I'd be happier if you didn't eat at home."

Shen Hean's face darkened a little: "Don't say angry words, Xiaoman."

Jiang Lai wanted to say more, but inexplicably she didn't dare to say it under Shen Hean's gaze. She stood up, and the legs of the stool dragged across the floor with an unpleasant sound, followed by the sound of the door being slammed.