Deliberately Approaching-Chapter 582 - 544: It’s Not Too Late to Talk About It Tomorrow

Chapter 582: Chapter 544: It’s Not Too Late to Talk About It Tomorrow

"No need to ask, either way works."

"Better to ask, otherwise the taste might be different when cooked, and all previous efforts would go to waste."

Leng Lingxiao couldn’t help but secretly rejoice, he had guessed right, his little wife was going to make pickled pepper radish just because he had casually mentioned it yesterday.

"Who do you want to ask?" Leng Lingxiao arched his eyebrow, smiling as he tapped on Tang Xiaowan’s nose tip.

"Oh my gosh, I forgot about the time difference!"

She had forgotten that they were currently in country Y.

"Actually, my dad doesn’t like ginger, so mom didn’t add any."

"Oh, I thought so, I remember..."

Tang Xiaowan cut herself off halfway, coughed lightly, and bit her lower lip, slightly embarrassed.

She remembered having pickled pepper radish at the Leng’s, which tasted almost the same as Granny Yu’s except for the lack of ginger.

Her memory and sense of smell had always been extraordinary from a young age, she could trust herself.

But, she hesitated when it involved Leng Lingxiao.

"You want to make it for me to eat, right?" Leng Lingxiao smirked, his touched gaze becoming indulgent, "Silly girl, I like anything you make, anything goes, I am someone..."

"You? Huh, a big meanie!"

"Denying what your heart says."

"Me? Forget it, not at all."

During their conversation, the water in the pot had long been boiling, bubbling vigorously.

She had been distracted talking to him!

She swiftly grabbed a handful of thick wet noodles, flicked her wrist gently, and the noodles twisted into the water, instantly swallowed by the churning waves.

"Alright, time for the salt," said Tang Xiaowan as she motioned for Leng Lingxiao to pass her the salt container.

As their gazes met, it was as if electricity flowed through Leng Lingxiao, making the air around them charged with uncontrollable love spreading quickly.

He thought he’d better go to bed early tonight.

And cuddle up with his little wife until noon the next day, putting work and everything else aside.

What could be more delightful in life!

Soon, clear soup noodles were served on the island counter, topped with two golden poached eggs and a few green vegetables, looking simple yet comforting.

"Tangtang, thank you!"

"Quick, eat it while it’s hot, or else..."

He pulled her into his embrace, kissing her slightly parted lips deeply until her limbs went weak, and she involuntarily reached for his waist.

The persistent sweetness made Leng Lingxiao a bit tipsy, quickly forgetting they were still in the kitchen.

At that moment, a serious-looking Zhao Renjie arrived urgently, and the kitchen door was wide open, the sweet scene inside in full view.

Was this really something a single dog like him should see?

Right, he needed to quickly slip away.

He couldn’t disturb Leng Lingxiao’s good mood at this time, or the consequences would be severe.

Unbeknownst to him, just as Zhao Renjie rapidly turned to leave quietly, he bumped into Cheng Shi, who was also looking for Tang Xiaowan.

"Old Zhao, is the miss inside?"

"Yes, but..."

"Oh, the miss is snacking on Bingtang again," Cheng Shi nodded, smiling warmly, "No worries, just won’t make braised pork tomorrow."

Zhao Renjie didn’t understand how Tang Mei had chosen such a blockhead to be Tang Xiaowan’s bodyguard.

He grabbed Cheng Shi by the arm.

"Don’t go in just yet!"

"What’s the matter?" A crisp, cold voice sounded from the kitchen, with a hint of displeasure.

Zhao Renjie immediately sensed trouble brewing.

So, he decisively let go of Cheng Shi, and the two walked in one after the other.

Inside the kitchen, they saw Leng Lingxiao holding a bowl, his displeased expression seeming to say: Dare to ruin my good time, and I’ll settle with you later!

Zhao Renjie’s heart skipped a beat.

Meanwhile, Tang Xiaowan’s cheeks were red as she slowly filled a glass jar with radish strips.

Cheng Shi saw that Tang Xiaowan was having a hard time picking up radish strips with chopsticks and walked straight over, "Miss, it’s difficult to pick them up like this, let me hold the basin for you."

"Oh, okay." Tang Xiaowan replied with a sweet smile.

While waiting for the noodles, Leng Lingxiao finished cutting all the radishes, estimating that he could fill about three or four jars.

Suddenly, the air turned so quiet it was suffocating.

At this moment, Zhao Renjie was the only one standing idly, looking like an unwelcome guest, reconsidering the matter he initially wanted to report.

Should he speak, or not?

"What is it?" Leng Lingxiao turned to Zhao Renjie, his gaze deep and slightly chilly.

Zhao Renjie: "..."

Ah, it seems better not to say anything for now.

"The bougainvillea has been planted, about as expected, but the area near the stone path..."

"Not enough?"

"No, adding a few more pink ones might make it look better."

"Is that all?"

"Yes, I’ll arrange it in a moment."

Seeing that Leng Lingxiao didn’t say anything further, Zhao Renjie breathed a sigh of relief secretly, and as he left, he did not forget to pull Cheng Shi away, who was helping Tang Xiaowan hold the stainless steel basin.

As a butler, he was indeed competent, doing what should be done and never mentioning what shouldn’t be mentioned.

Back in his room, Zhao Renjie lay on the bed, pondering over a segment of surveillance footage and a few photos on the trending search list.

In the video: Li Wanshan and his wife, Second Aunt Lai, each carrying a backpack, leaving the parking lot.

Photo one: a blue off-road vehicle.

Photo two: a black travel bag in the back seat, next to Li Zizhen’s documents, some canned food, and several bottles of mineral water.

Photo three: camping gear and other items.

Photo four: Y Mountain after the avalanche.

Zhao Renjie frowned unintentionally.

They had searched for several days and couldn’t find any trace of Li Wanshan; he had gone to Y Mountain.

"He really did root it all out!"

He thought Li Zishen would only target Li Wanshan, but it turned out to be a clean sweep.

minutes earlier, the news about the avalanche in Y Mountain and search and rescue efforts vigorously searching for victims had quickly climbed the trending search list.

Zhao Renjie initially wanted to inform Leng Lingxiao, but after much deliberation, he decided to hold back.

Meanwhile, Wang Meijuan also saw the relevant news. When Cheng Shi came to find her, she was considering whether to tell Tang Xiaowan.

"Did you tell the miss about the sign matter?"

"No, the miss is making pickled radish." Cheng Shi handed a bright red apple to Wang Meijuan. "Mr. Leng is having noodles, and it’s not too serious whether we say it or not, tomorrow is also fine."

"Mm, you’re finally smart for once." Wang Meijuan nodded thoughtfully and casually broke the big apple, sharing half with Cheng Shi.

Cheng Shi looked at her in shock.

"What, not enough?"

"No, no, by the way, Old Zhao also went, just when I went to the kitchen to find the miss."

"You two are really something, two big light bulbs!"

Just as Wang Meijuan’s words fell, she suddenly stood up from the stone bench and stared at Cheng Shi, seemingly having thought of something.

"What’s the matter, do I have something on my face?"

"Did Old Zhao mention the avalanche?"

"Avalanche? What avalanche?"

He had been busy all evening, first delivering pineapple juice to the security staff, then investigating the theft of the warning sign through planting the bougainvillea.

If it weren’t for asking where Wang Meijuan was, he probably wouldn’t even have checked his phone.

"It seems Old Zhao didn’t mention it!"

"Quick, did something happen?"

"Let’s not tell the miss first." Wang Meijuan instructed while opening her phone, "We’ll talk tomorrow, it’s late, we shouldn’t disturb the miss’s rest."

She figured Zhao Renjie must be thinking the same.