An Qin found Leng Qianxing in the kitchen, he took off his blazer, put on an apron, and was quickly handling a piece of salmon.

This surprised An Qin.

Catching a glimpse of her coming, Leng Qianxing's movements paused, and then continued to work.

"Are you happy with the room?" He asked.

"Hmm!" An Qin walked to his side, originally wanted to ask for information about entering his room, but looked at the various ingredients placed in front of him, and no one else helped him, so he took the initiative to say. "Want to help?"

"What will you do?"

"It's a lot, and I cook for the family occasionally."

"Then, let's pick the greens."

"Good!"

She was very obedient and picked the greens on the side, and when he had finished processing the salmon, she also picked a basket of greens, and carefully separated the leaves from the stems, saying that she didn't know how he cooked them, which was more convenient.

"Is this carrot to be shredded?" She's got a lot of energy.

"Carrots, onions, garlic have to be processed." He refers to a basket of vegetables ready to be used as a dressing.

"Leave it to me." She grabbed a cutting board and a kitchen knife on the empty spot on the side, and went to wash the vegetables that needed to be processed.

She moves skillfully and quickly, and at first glance she is a person who often does housework. In particular, her action of chopping vegetables is fast, and she cuts it thinly and thinly, and her knife skills are completely comparable to that of a chef.

"How's it going, is it okay?" She plattered the sliced spices, and a fine layer of sweat oozed from her forehead.

"Surprisingly capable!" He complimented lightly, and with difficulty looked away from her—he had been watching her chopping vegetables, completely oblivious that he was the protagonist of the kitchen.

"Uh-huh, of course!" She was praised for being in a very good mood and smiling brightly.

The awkward atmosphere before disappeared, which made Leng Qianxing's heartstrings that had been tense finally relaxed.

What a warm picture!

The young master actually cooked with a girl, although he didn't talk much, but the girl was not afraid of the young master at all, she smiled at him, and he was like a little boy with red ears and lips.

The butler Karalan saw an incredibly beautiful picture and was extremely excited.

It turned out that it was not impossible, but that it had been waiting for the right person to appear.

It's this girl named An Qin, right?!

"Who is she?" A very unfriendly question broke the beautiful atmosphere, like a cold winter wind suddenly blowing in the garden in the spring flowers, sweeping away the remnants of flowers and leaves.

A man and a woman who were working turned their heads when they heard the sound.

Yang Lin'er stood by the kitchen door, her gaze locked on An Qin's body like a knife.

An Qin received a great malice, unconsciously put down the kitchen knife in his hand, and turned to face the woman.

She didn't know what was wrong with her that would make the beauty in front of her so unfriendly, but she had a clear conscience and was not afraid.

"Her name is An Qin, and she is a guest I invited." Leng Qianxing made an indifferent introduction. "This is Yang Lin'er, she works in the public relations department, you will have to meet sooner or later."

"Hello Miss Yang!" An Qin greeted politely.

Guest?

Except for a few good friends, Leng Qianxing never invites anyone else to his house.

How important is this Anqin to him to invite to the house?

And, they still cook together? Just now she asked for help, but he looked disgusted, but he warmly welcomed this An Qin with open arms.

They were standing by the kitchen counter, with faces like two happy little couples...... Something is wrong! Yang Lin'er's heart trembled, as if she was facing a great enemy.