If love can be booked

Chapter 42: First visit to Qinghe Garden, Lu Jinchuan cooks

On a weekend afternoon, the city was bustling with people and vehicles were moving forward with difficulty like slowly crawling snails.

He turned on the music, and soft melody filled the car.

The car was driving smoothly, and I felt the tranquil atmosphere inside the car, and my thoughts gradually drifted away. I felt a little emotional, as I was used to public transportation. But I never thought that one day I would be able to sit in his exclusive car - the black Land Rover.

She secretly looked at his profile as he was concentrating on driving, and a warm feeling rose in her heart. Her mind reappeared just now, when he suddenly leaned over and gently fastened her seat belt. Her cheeks instantly flushed with shyness.

He was like a noble god, emitting an aura that was admired. But what kind of feelings did she have for him deep in her heart? Was it pure worship and admiration? Or a faint liking? Perhaps it was the unprecedented sense of security he brought her that filled the emptiness and loneliness deep in her heart for a long time.

As the car slowly started, the sky gradually darkened. A strong sense of fatigue swept over her, and she fell into a deep sleep without realizing it...

"Are we there?" She opened her eyes drowsily, her voice still a little sleepy.

"Yeah." He answered simply.

Qinghe Garden, like a paradise in the city, is famous for its harmonious humanistic culture and rich green landscape.

Here, the trees are lush and green, and some of the world's famous trees are among them. The fragrance of the Indian osmanthus fills the air, the colorful trees are as gorgeous as a picture scroll, the tall plane trees provide shelter for people from the wind and rain, the tall and handsome poplars, the graceful weeping willows, the gorgeous poinciana, and the steady and resolute Zhongshan shirts together form a picturesque and beautiful scene.

Each tree is a masterpiece of nature, they grow quietly on this land, witnessing the passage of time. Although they look ordinary, they carry the memory of history and the inheritance of culture.

In the evening, the afterglow of the setting sun shines on the treetops, which is poetic and picturesque, making people feel the beauty of life.

This is not only a place to live, but also a place for the soul to rest. Here, people pursue not only material enjoyment, but also spiritual enrichment.

"Master, you're back. Miss, are you coming back for dinner?" Mrs. Wu said as she walked out of the kitchen, ready to prepare the meal. Miss had said before that she liked the braised pork she made very much, so she made some more today.

Mrs. Wu walked to the door and looked around, but did not see Miss Lu Wan.

"She's staying at the old house today, so she can't come. Come in." She stood at the door, wondering what she was thinking about. The slippers were prepared for her, in the shape of a tender yellow duck, very cute.

"I'll go make some tea." She noticed a woman standing next to the young master, wearing jeans and a T-shirt, with long hair and a shopping bag in her hands. The woman gave off a very comfortable vibe and looked very quiet.

This was the first time that Wu's wife had seen the young master bring a woman home in all these years. She thought, this woman must be very special to the young master, right? It was said that since the girl left, the young master had become more and more taciturn, and his smile had gradually become less frequent. However, recently, Lin's wife had clearly felt that the young master was in a much better mood, and occasionally he would secretly smile. Could it be that all this was because of this woman in front of him?

"Wow, your house is so big." The woman looked around with a hint of surprise in her eyes.

The overall style is dominated by simple black and white tones, creating an elegant and tranquil atmosphere. This mansion is divided into two floors, with a basement, like a mysterious castle.

As soon as you enter the door, you can see an exquisite Italian chandelier, which emits a soft light and illuminates the entire living room. The brown floor, with its rustic texture, complements the overall simple style.

Walking up the winding staircase, there is an exquisite blue and white porcelain on the right, adding an artistic atmosphere to the space.

There was a large digital TV in the living room, a spacious and comfortable cream-white sofa, and pillows piled up on the side. By the window, an unknown tree was blooming with small red flowers, as warm as flames.

The crystal curtain hangs down gently, separating the living room from the dining table.

Every detail shows the owner's taste and style, making people feel as if they are in a dreamlike world.

"Just bought it?" She looked down at the slippers on her feet. The goose yellow duck shape looked very cute.

"I'm not like someone." He casually said to her, not forgetting her past.

She didn't know whether to laugh or cry. This man really loved to hold grudges! Wasn't it just because she didn't let him wear new shoes last time? But didn't she compromise in the end?

"Miss, please have some tea." Mrs. Wu handed over a cup of tea with a smile, her eyes revealing love. She liked the first woman the young master brought home.

"Thank you, just call me Wan Ning." She always felt awkward being called a lady, and she couldn't help but have the illusion that she had mistakenly entered a mansion. Was she just a guest?

"Mrs. Wu, you don't have to work anymore. Go and have a rest first." He turned and walked into the kitchen, opened the refrigerator and checked the ingredients inside. The refrigerator was full, so it shouldn't be a problem to prepare a hearty dinner. Although he rarely cooked, he still had basic cooking skills.

"Okay, Master." Mrs. Wu replied with a smile, thinking that he was annoyed by her being an old woman.

Stepping into the bathroom is like walking into a quiet, luxurious and private space.

The huge bathtub is like a shining pearl, inlaid on the ground, waiting for you to soak in. It is a haven for relaxation, allowing you to enjoy the gentle embrace of water when you are tired.

The water in the shower area is like raindrops caressing the skin, washing away the dust while awakening the body's vitality. The massager on the wall is like a caring personal masseur, soothing every bit of tension with its warm touch.

Exquisite sanitary ware exudes an artistic atmosphere and complements the overall space. The mirror is like a window to another world, reflecting your beauty and confidence.

In this bathroom, you can forget the hustle and bustle of the world and immerse yourself in your own little world.

So, this is the life of rich people? It turns out that they are not just a little bit lacking, but completely lacking, from head to toe.

Suddenly, I regretted coming here.

How did she come here? He was still her boss.

He was talking on the phone, and it seemed to be about an important cooperation project. He must be very busy, right? Turning back, his eyes happened to meet hers. He hung up the phone in a hurry, and there was a trace of imperceptible anxiety in his eyes. Sometimes, there is an impulse in the heart, wanting to run towards a certain direction regardless of everything, but the reality always makes people feel constrained and helpless.

Seeing her slightly pale face, he couldn't help but feel worried, fearing that she would suddenly say that she wanted to leave. After a moment of silence, he said, "There are two choices. One is to relax by watching TV in the living room; the other is to take a nap and rest." His voice was low and gentle, with a hint of concern.

She frowned slightly, thought for a moment and replied: "Is there a third option? I can help you in the kitchen." She didn't want to be idle, especially at this moment, here, she would feel at a loss, overwhelmed, and uneasy.

"Are you sure you won't make things worse?" Lu Jinchuan teased her and walked towards the kitchen. It wasn't that she didn't want to cook, but she was afraid that after making a table of sumptuous dishes, she would have to taste the loneliness alone.

Hearing his doubts, her self-esteem was instantly aroused, and she retorted: "That depends on the leadership ability of our general manager?" Who said I can only make trouble? Let me tell you, I can cook, but the taste may not be so outstanding.

"Oh?" He raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a faint smile.

"Let's get started. Go get the wine and I'll handle the fish." When it comes to fish cooking, removing the fishy smell is a crucial part, and wine is one of the effective ways to remove the fishy smell.

"Okay." She responded softly, and then slowly walked out of the kitchen. Looking around, she was shocked to realize that this was not her home. So, where should the wine be? She thought to herself, maybe I can find it near the restaurant? With this thought in mind, she began to look around the house.

She went around the sofa, coffee table, TV cabinet, and even corners, but still couldn't find any trace of wine. Just when she was confused, a slight sound came into her ears. She turned her head and looked in the direction of the sound. She saw him standing in the kitchen cleaning fish, his hands were skilled and focused, as if he was already familiar with all this.

Watching him busy, she couldn't help but fall into deep thought. Could he really cook? And judging from his skillful movements, he seemed to cook often. A surge of curiosity surged in her heart, and her eyes gradually became absent-minded.

The kitchen was filled with a faint fishy smell, and his profile looked particularly handsome under the light. For some reason, her heartbeat suddenly accelerated. At this moment, a magnified face appeared in front of her without warning. He stretched out his finger, gently scratched her little nose, and asked softly, "What are you thinking about?"

Her face instantly turned red, like a ripe apple, and she stammered, "No... I didn't think anything." She lowered her head, not daring to look him in the eye, fearing that he would see through her inner shyness. However, she soon remembered her original purpose and asked where the wine was.

"I didn't find any wine." Shen Wanning said in a low voice.

"Second floor, left, first room." Hearing his words, she stepped onto the stairs and came to the second floor. Following his instructions, she found the first room on the left and gently opened the door. His bedroom?

The big bed is like a quiet harbor, and the soft bed exudes a warm atmosphere, making people want to jump on it. The light is soft and warm, just like the stars in the sky. The sofa is a comfortable corner where people can relax, read a good book, or share warm moments with their loved ones.

The fine wines displayed on the wine racks are like strings of precious gems, exuding an alluring aroma. The wine bottles are neatly arranged on the racks, like an army ready to be inspected.

However, what is strange is that this wine rack is placed in the bedroom. Generally speaking, people would put the wine cabinet in the living room or dining room to entertain guests and enjoy the fun of wine tasting. Could it be that this person loves drinking so much that he even puts so many fine wines in his sleeping place?

She shook her head gently, thinking to herself. Although she could smell a slight aroma of alcohol, it was not a strong, pungent smell. Was he really addicted to alcohol, or was he just using the alcohol as a decoration?

Standing in front of the wine rack, she was confused for a moment. Facing the wine bottles on the rack, each bottle had an English label on it, and she suddenly didn't know how to choose. These unfamiliar letters were like a mystery to her, and she couldn't understand their meaning at all.

She felt at a loss as to what to do with these wines, and she began to doubt whether this person really knew how to taste fine wine. Maybe he was just pursuing a certain form of satisfaction, rather than truly loving wine culture.

At this time, the other party's voice came from behind: "The second one in the third box on the right."

She looked back, and a trace of dissatisfaction rose in her heart. "Do you drink often?"

"Occasionally." His voice sounded low, with a hint of indescribable emotion. Yes, occasionally, just occasionally, because of her, he didn't even want to indulge in alcohol.

"Who would believe that?" She glanced at him lightly, with a glint of suspicion in her eyes. Occasionally? Occasionally, would she move the entire wine rack into the bedroom and fill it up?

"Night lemon, salt." He sighed helplessly. Was he really that untrustworthy? In fact, it was only occasionally, when his longing for her surged like a tide, that he would want to drink to drown his sorrows. Because the longing was too strong and too heavy for him to bear.

"it is good."

Time passed minute by minute, and about an hour later, a delicious table of four dishes and one soup was finally placed on the table.

"No." Just as he was about to pick up the glass and pour the wine, she reached out to stop him. He raised his eyebrows slightly, as if he was surprised by her action. What did she say? No?

"Didn't you agree to take me home?" Shen Wanning said in a low voice.

"Then stay." His eyes were fixed on her, with a hint of expectation and desire in his voice.

"I don't want to," she replied without hesitation.

"Didn't you just say it was only occasionally?" Were all the words I heard before just perfunctory?

"Not true?" she murmured. Lies are like this, seemingly perfect, but they can't stand scrutiny, and will fall apart at the slightest provocation.

"Really, let's eat." I like drinking not just because I feel like it occasionally, but because of the longing deep in my heart. Whenever it's late at night, the feeling of loneliness follows me like a shadow, making me feel breathless. And alcohol has become the only medicine that can temporarily numb the pain.

"Okay." She replied softly. This taste is really good, as if it has a kind of magic that makes people linger on. Every bite seems to be telling a story, making people immersed in it. Just like the man in front of her, she can't help but be intoxicated.

Lu Jinchuan, she had never thought that she would have such close contact with him before. At this moment, she found that she had gradually fallen in love with the food he cooked. This feeling was wonderful and wonderful.