Although Su Mojin's knee was injured and she shouldn't be cooking herself recently, she would always instruct the kitchen to make him some of his favorite dishes. It felt wonderful to have a virtuous wife at home.
Thinking of this, Lin Yan couldn't help but quicken his pace.
As soon as he opened the door, the aroma of food wafted into Lin Yan's nostrils.
Looking at the figure standing in the kitchen wearing an apron, Lin Yan's gaze softened. He walked past the coffee table and came behind Su Mojin, resting his head on hers.
"Why didn't you let Aunt Yun and the others do it?"
Because the sound of the range hood and the kitchen stove was a bit noisy, Su Mojin didn't hear Lin Yan enter. Her delicate body, suddenly embraced by Lin Yan, trembled slightly before relaxing.
"It's just that I'm free now. Besides, I went out for a walk today, and I feel like my leg is much better."
Hearing this, Lin Yan behind her rolled his eyes. Let alone Su Mojin, even with his current physique, he couldn't recover so quickly. This girl couldn't even lie properly.
Fearing that it would affect Su Mojin's cooking, Lin Yan quickly released his arms around her. He pinched Su Mojin's tender, fair cheek and teased,
"We don't know who was clinging to my back at noon today."
Hearing this, Su Mojin, who was flipping an egg with a spatula, blushed. She had only been tired and rested on Lin Yan's back for a while.
Soon, a steaming hot meal was ready.
Baked oysters, pineapple sweet and sour pork, guo bao rou, fish-flavored shredded pork, plus a plate of braised eggplant and two fried eggs. It was still a simple and unpretentious meal, but Lin Yan was very satisfied. This was the feeling of home. He suddenly felt that if he had another child, he might even consider retiring on the spot.
In his previous life, Lin Yan had never dated. Apart from his agent, he had always been alone. He had never felt this way before.
After putting away the laptop with the stock market page open on the table, Su Mojin took off the apron tied around her waist and sat on the chair next to Lin Yan.
Lin Yan was already hungry and couldn't help but gobble down his food as soon as he sat down.
Compared to Lin Yan's eating style, Su Mojin's was much more ladylike. She ate little by little, occasionally picking up food for Lin Yan.
Lin Yan took a big bite of the pineapple sweet and sour pork. He didn't expect his wife, who was from Shanghai, to cook Northeastern cuisine so well. Although he often ate Western food outside, Lin Yan felt that home-cooked meals like this were the most flavorful.
"Husband, you said my leg feels almost healed. Should we tell Mr. Lin, tell Dad about the family banquet?"
Su Mojin hesitated for a long time before suddenly saying.
Hearing this, Lin Yan turned to look at her and said dismissively,
"What are you thinking about? No rush. It's only been a few days. My dad and them said that the family banquet will be held a few days before my competition. When I come back from the competition, we'll get married."
"Oh, oh."
Hearing Lin Yan say this, Su Mojin was relieved. Hearing the word "married," she happily bit her chopsticks.
Seeing that she wasn't eating, Lin Yan tilted his head and looked at her. Seeing a grain of rice on Su Mojin's lips, Lin Yan leaned forward and sucked it into his mouth.
"Wife, do you think we should do something important after eating?"
After the meal, Su Mojin was washing dishes in the kitchen. A warm breath brushed past her ear, making her earlobes turn red.
She regretted making this dish today. Held in Lin Yan's arms, Su Mojin glanced at the pile of oyster shells in the trash can. Her husband's stamina was already formidable. If he ate this, would she still have a way out tonight?
Miserable...
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The next morning, Lin Yan kissed his beloved wife on the cheek and then got out of bed to do his morning exercises. Yan Xiaoqiang also got up at the same time as Lin Yan. Yan Xiaoqiang was always the first one to arrive at the academy. By the time others were just waking up, he had already run several laps along the outer edge of the track.
Lin Yan had also encountered him several times when he went out for morning runs. Lin Yan had always liked this child. Young people who want to succeed need to train hard and strive.
"Mainly practice the strength of your legs and limbs, like me."
Today, Lin Yan had just finished his run and was planning to check out the fitness area of the racing track for a change of scenery. He happened to meet Yan Xiaoqiang. Yan Xiaoqiang was obviously a little nervous upon seeing Lin Yan, but after a few simple words, Yan Xiaoqiang's sense of restraint lessened considerably. For some reason, even though Yan Xiaoqiang had seen Lin Shen many times, he still felt this way every time. This must be the inherent distance between idols and fans.
Hearing Lin Yan's words, Yan Xiaoqiang also started practicing according to Lin Yan's movements. Lin Yan, who could transform a废柴 (waste material) body into a powerhouse capable of driving a super sports car for a long time in half a year, his fitness methods could definitely be called professional.
"Lin Shen, when do you plan to let me and Jiang Qimo participate..."
With a push of his feet, Lin Yan pulled his upper body up from the equipment and said without politeness.
The academy had been established for a long time, and there were many geniuses from all over. Apart from Yan Xiaoqiang and the other two, there were many other talented individuals. However, at present, the strongest among the younger generation were these three. But Lin Yan knew very well that Jiang Qimo, Yan Xiaoqiang, and even Jiang Qiyan would be beaten to a pulp in such top competitions. To put it bluntly, if it weren't for his team, with their current strength, Jiang Qimo and the others wouldn't even be able to qualify for wild cards.
It was no exaggeration. Without the Ducati connection, relying solely on Yan Xiaoqiang and the others themselves, they might never have had the chance to participate in Moto3 in their lives. In his previous life, besides winning the Junior World Cup, Lin Yan had traveled overseas and won countless championships in Western competitions before he had the chance to step into Moto3. Yan Xiaoqiang and the others were completely going through the back door this time, but for the future development of Chinese motorcycles, Lin Yan had to open this back door.