CHAPTER 1516: CHAPTER 1517: BROTHER-IN-LAW, WHERE IS MY SISTER?

The villa is spacious, so when they designed the kitchen, they could keep a lot of space for it, and it’s fully equipped here.

When Wei Yingyue came in, you were beating eggs, and the sound of chopsticks stirring in the bone china bowl made a "deng, deng, deng" sound, which Wei Yingyue found pleasing to the ear.

Seeing your skilled actions, Wei Yingyue couldn’t help finding it quite fresh.

"Speaking of which, you really have a lot in your kitchen, but the fridge is a bit empty. Besides instant food, there’s only a carton of eggs and a few cucumbers."

When mentioning cucumbers, your pronunciation was very accurate, without a trace of other emotions, but in Wei Yingyue’s ear, it sounded quite strange. She hurriedly explained, "Cucumbers are for eating. I have a habit of eating two cucumbers every day. It’s something I developed while studying in Germany."

"Yes, cucumbers are great. They taste good whether cold or stir-fried."

You quickly beat the eggs evenly and set the bowl aside. You then took five cucumbers from the fridge and drew a German "Zwilling" steel knife from the knife rack. The consistent "da, da, da, da" sound rang out, and Wei Yingyue, standing beside you, couldn’t even see the traces you made while cutting.

In just a blink of an eye, those cucumbers were sliced into thin, fine strips.

Meanwhile, the oil in the pan had also heated up, and you turned on the range hood, putting the beaten eggs into the frying pan. While frying the eggs, you specially said to Wei Yingyue, "These eggs are quite good, with yellow egg whites and hard shells; they’re farm eggs."

"These are from Uncle Hong. My grandpa insisted I bring a basket over."

You cooked all the eggs into thin egg pancakes and then cut them into egg strips on the chopping board.

"This idea of cutting the eggs into strips is really good; it looks beautiful," Wei Yingyue praised.

"Idea?" You laughed immediately, "If you really want to talk about ideas, this is a concept from our ancestors hundreds or even thousands of years ago. It’s just that modern people find it troublesome, so they rarely cut eggs into strips."

At this time, a nostalgic expression inadvertently appeared on your face: "Cutting fried eggs into strips is a habit of mine. When I was little, my grandma always did it this way."

Wei Yingyue and Liang Xinyue exchanged glances without speaking.

You took out some packaged noodles from a storage drawer. Once the water boiled, you put in a handful of noodles.

When the noodles were cooked, Lin Tian only added a little salt, without monosodium glutamate or other seasonings; then he put in the egg strips. About ten seconds later, he turned off the heat and served the noodles into bowls, making exactly three, lastly placing cucumber strips on top.

Looking at the three bowls of plain noodles on the flower-patterned marble slab in the kitchen, Wei Yingyue subconsciously swallowed. Such an action would be considered quite rude in front of upper-class elites.

But Wei Yingyue couldn’t control her taste buds because that aroma was refreshing and appetizing, making her drool unconsciously.

"This is just simple noodles; why does it make me feel this way?" Wei Yingyue asked herself.

You said to the two girls, "It’s still early; let’s have a little bite first."

Wei Yingyue was looking for gloves to grab the bowl, but you had already placed all three bowls on the dining table.

"Thank you,"

Wei Yingyue softly said with gratitude.

You smiled slightly without saying a word.

The three of you picked up your chopsticks and started eating slowly. Since it was just cooked, it was a bit hot, so the two girls ate very slowly.

Liang Xinyue gave you a thumbs up with a smile as soon as she ate the noodles.

Wei Yingyue tasted two bites and couldn’t stop; this light and refreshing taste she hadn’t experienced in a long time.

Seeing Wei Yingyue enjoying herself so much, you nonchalantly said, "Actually, the plainest, most natural-tasting food is the one you can never tire of. Because it doesn’t have any additives, just the natural aroma of the food itself, and that’s what our bodies crave—flavors derived from nature."

As they were speaking, the doorbell rang. Seeing that Wei Yingyue had no intention of getting up, you shook your head with a smile. When you reached the door and opened it, you found Wei Qingshan standing outside.

"Brother-in-law, where’s my sister?"

Wei Qingshan was used to calling you that, and you were too lazy to correct him. You nodded slightly, "She’s eating."

When Wei Qingshan followed you to the dining room, he found his sister Wei Yingyue holding a large bowl with her gloved left hand and using new bamboo chopsticks with her right hand to grip what appeared to be plain noodles, eating with relish—making "slurp, slurp" sounds as she ate.

Wei Qingshan was stunned. He had never seen this ordinary side of his sister before; she was always like a fairy, untouched by mortal flames!

Then, an even more outlandish scene occurred.

The large bowl seemed to be almost empty, yet Wei Yingyue was still fishing for bits with her chopsticks. Then, with her delicate hands, she lifted the porcelain bowl and drank the soup directly.

Could it be that the noodles in this bowl were cooked by the God of Cooking!

"Sister, what are you eating? It’s the first time I’ve seen you eating with so much gusto."

Wei Qingshan grew up following his sister Wei Yingyue. She was not just his sister but also the only goddess in his heart. His standards for choosing a partner were entirely based on her template, which is why he hadn’t met a girl’s could move his heart yet.

As soon as Wei Qingshan pointed this out, Wei Yingyue suddenly realized her lapse and put down her chopsticks, looking up at Wei Qingshan, "Eating noodles. What brings you here?"

"It’s just that I was worried about you, so I came to see."

Wei Yingyue was a smart person. Additionally, she knew this cousin’s character all too well. She didn’t say much, slowly stood up, took two steps, and suddenly felt a little full. She hadn’t felt it when she was seated, but turning back, she found that the bowl she had eaten from was empty, with not a scrap of noodles left, and even the soup had only a little remaining.

A little surprised, but recalling the taste, the noodles you cooked were indeed delicious. The soup was light, not greasy, the cucumber strips were crisp and refreshing, and the noodles, mixed with the egg strips, which emitted a fragrant egg aroma, were always satisfying, even when she was full, she still found it quite appetizing.

Returning to the living room, Wei Yingyue picked up her phone and transferred some money into Wei Qingshan’s card, telling him, "Here’s your living expenses for the next six months. Make good use of them."

The phone notified him with a quick message; when Wei Qingshan opened it, wow, 30,000!

Since there were less than five months until the New Year, he figured it meant he had 6,000 a month for the upcoming months—a pretty sweet deal.

"Sister, you and brother-in-law enjoy your meal. I’m heading out."