Passionate Devotion
Chapter 1492 - Chapter 1492 I have a terminal illness called wanting to be

Chapter 1492: I have a terminal illness called wanting to be in love 8 Chapter 1492: I have a terminal illness called wanting to be in love 8 Long Yan had his headphones on and was chatting while driving. Neither of them mentioned the accident that had happened earlier. what song are you playing? it’s pretty good. There’s also the sound of boiling water. It’s making me so excited.

The kitchen was facing the spacious floor-to-ceiling glass window. Yan Qing glanced at the snow outside, curled his lips, and snorted. ‘Come the Saint Knight’, a song that I like a lot. It’s not popular, but it’s very nice.

“It’s indeed nice.”

Long Yan listened to Yan Qing’s voice along the way. With the background music, he felt as if the whole world was filled with warmth. The warmth came from the depths of his heart. Even through the phone, he seemed to be able to see the image of the steaming kitchen.

He heard the sound of the blade rising and falling again, and couldn’t help but ask curiously, ” “Brother Yan, what are you cutting?”

“I’ll mince the meat filling and prepare to make egg dumplings.”

you can go to the supermarket to buy these ingredients for the hot pot. If it’s not enough, I can go to the supermarket to buy them now.

“The food I make is much better than those you buy from the supermarket.”

He made the hotpot by himself, from the base to the ingredients. He made it even more exquisitely on the way here. The process of preparing the hotpot seemed to have filled up all the holes in his heart.

“I’m finished.”

“What’s wrong?”

there’s a traffic jam up ahead. It’s already 11:30 at night, but it’s still so bad. I’m really impressed.

“There’s no hurry. The hotpot won’t be ready in a short time. The pork rib soup will also need to be stewed for another hour.”

But I’m so anxious to see you!

Long Yan stopped the car and ate a green apple. He couldn’t help but press the horn. hurry up. My patience is only 0.0001 ”

“There seems to be a car accident in front. The car slipped on a snowy day.”

Long Yan stuck his head out and tried to turn the car around, but there were a few cars behind him. He was stuck in the middle and had no way out.

The streets on both sides were decorated with Christmas trees. Although Christmas hadn’t arrived yet, the Christmas atmosphere could be seen in the streets and alleys.

“Then it’s even slower.”

alright, I’ll listen to you. I’m trapped here anyway. I’ll wait for the road ahead to clear and restore traffic.

Long Yan waited for a full ten minutes, but the road was still blocked. He was about to explode. Did he know that this young master’s patience had already reached zero? it seems like I won’t be able to eat hotpot tonight, ” he complained. I’m destined to spend the night in the car.

“Do you need me to send a helicopter to pick you up?”

sure, but there doesn’t seem to be any place where the helicopter can land. It’s fine. Give me a rope and I can climb up the helicopter.

Hence, Yan Qing really made a phone call and asked the helicopter to go over. However, before the helicopter could arrive, the road was already clear. Long Yan snorted, we can go now. I’ve already turned on the engine. Tell the helicopter not to pick us up. It’s troublesome in such a cold weather.

“Be careful and don’t run red lights again, or you’ll lose your driver’s license.”

“Yes.”

Yan Qing never talked on the phone for long periods of time. He didn’t expect to chat about irrelevant things in the middle of the night and not want to hang up at all.

She had never been in such a good mood.

The fresh and tender egg dumplings, soft-hearted cheese rice cakes, and chewy shrimp balls were all placed on an exquisite and stylish plate and placed on the side as if he was treating his lover. He seemed to have obsessive-compulsive disorder. Even though they were placed on the side, they were still in a beautiful shape.

He looked out of the window and imagined the scene of the Dragon flames rushing toward him at full speed. He looked forward to it. The feeling of waiting for the person he liked was like the clear soup boiling in a hot pot.