After three dishes and one soup were served, the square table was suddenly full.

The white marble square table, with celadon printed dishes, looks unspeakably elegant.

However, adding the dishes in beautiful celadon dishes will lower the elegance. Because! It's too homely!

A real delicacy is full of color, aroma and taste.

The dish on the table has not been tasted yet. But it smells good, and there's no color at all.

Ji Ziming looked at the three dishes and one soup on the table and slightly raised his eyebrows. The color looked very good, but his appearance was a little too grounded.

"Well, it looks delicious!" Peige looked at the three dishes and one soup on the table with great satisfaction. When it was fried, she tasted it secretly. She thought it was delicious.

She felt that this was the best dish she had cooked this time!

Especially the bowl of fish soup, which was so delicious that she almost swallowed her tongue.

Although the red fish looks ugly, I didn't expect it to taste delicious!

"It looks average." Ji Ziming glanced at Peige's proud face and said calmly.

"Cough, cough, cough!" Peige listened to Ji Ziming's words, coughed a few times and said, "although it looks like it's very ordinary, it tastes very good! Really, really! Very delicious!"

Ji Ziming looked at Peige's highly recommended appearance. The original little tangle in his heart was gone, but he was amused.

"Give me a bowl of soup." Ji Ziming said coldly.

"OK!" Peige, who was a little excited, was like a waiter. He quickly filled a bowl of fish soup for Ji Ziming.

Carefully put the fish soup in front of and behind Ji Ziming, and looked at Ji Ziming with expectant eyes.

Ji Ziming picked up the small celadon soup bowl, picked up the matching celadon spoon, scooped up a small spoon and put it in front of his mouth.

Looking at jiziming's slow movements, Pei Ge was speechless and said roast: it's so good to drink soup! It's just a soup! Drink it directly! Affectation!

He sipped the Milky fish soup gently, and the look on Ji Ziming's face gradually softened.

It's really better than the last fish soup.

"How's it going? Is it good?" Pei Ge looked forward to Ji Ziming. After she helped her mother cook and set up a stall in high school, she rarely went to cook.

Besides her mother, she cooked Tang Xiaoyu. Well, I have to eat the food she cooked in one Zhou Zhuoyang, and other people I don't know.

Although she doesn't have much interest in cooking, she still has a sense of accomplishment when she sees that others like her cooking~

"Yes." After Ji Ziming finished a small bowl of fish soup, he gracefully put down the soup bowl in his hand.

Listening to Ji Ziming's voice, uh, Pei Ge was a little disappointed and turned his mouth. Uh, is it good or bad.

forget it! It's harder for this man to praise her than to go to heaven.

Besides, he is even picky about such delicious Japanese food. How can he see her cooking.

With this in mind, Peggy was in no mood to expect anything at all.

"Mr. Ji, please eat first. I'm off duty." Peige filled another bowl of rice for Ji Ziming. After dinner, he said aloud.

Ji Ziming's hand holding chopsticks paused after hearing Peige's words.

"Where are you going?" Ji Ziming put down his chopsticks and looked up at Peige.

"Of course, I went to have lunch near the hospital." Said Perry, of course.

Hearing the speech, Ji Ziming frowned slightly and said coldly, "sit down."

"Ah?" Peige blinked. Although she didn't know why Ji Ziming asked her to sit down, she still sat in the chair and looked at Ji Ziming inexplicably.

Seeing Pei Ge sitting down, Ji Ziming pursed his lips with satisfaction. Without saying anything, he stood up and walked outside.

Pei Ge didn't react, so he watched Ji Ziming leave inexplicably.

"What's the matter? Do you want to leave me here for lunch?" Peggy murmured in a low voice, but even she didn't believe what she said.

Looking at the delicious food on the table, Peige couldn't help swallowing his saliva.

In fact, she really wants to eat the dishes she made today. It's really delicious! She secretly tasted several chopsticks in the kitchen! She has drunk a big bowl of fish soup!

When Peggy looked at the lunch on the table and kept swallowing his saliva, he looked greedy.

Ji Ziming came over and looked at Peige's greedy cat. The corners of his mouth couldn't help but slightly lift up and put the dishes and chopsticks in his hand in front of Peige.

"Pa ~!"

Peggy looked at the dishes and chopsticks placed in front of him, blinked and raised his head.

Looking at Ji Ziming's indifferent face, Pei GE's watery eyes blinked and blinked, and his face was full of surprise.

Is this annoying guy telling her to stay and have lunch with him???

"President Ji? This is..." Pei Ge looked at Ji Ziming suspiciously. Even if Ji Ziming put the dishes and chopsticks in front of her, she still couldn't believe it.

Ji Ziming was slightly unhappy when he saw the unbelievable look on Peige's face.

The slender, bony palms took the celadon bowl in front of Peige again.

Sure enough, she said, how could Ji Ziming be so good

Seeing that the bowl was getting farther and farther away from her, Peggy secretly turned her mouth. As a result, she had not finished roast in her heart.

He saw Ji Ziming pick up the spoon in the fish soup bowl, put a bowl of fish soup for her and put it in front of her.

White fingers, smoke blue soup bowl, have an unspeakable beauty... For a moment, Peige was a little stunned.

"For me?" When Ji Ziming pulled back his finger, Peige was stunned and came back from a daze.

"Eat." Ji Ziming really refused to say anything more. He picked up chopsticks, picked up a chopstick of white yam and put it into his mouth gracefully.

"Oh!" Pei Ge looked at Ji Ziming's cold face and raised a bright smile.

Although this annoying ghost looks very annoying, it's still a good person.

With his head down, Peige drank the steaming fish soup with a smile on his face.

Ha ~ it's delicious ~ there are still four left in the kitchen... I don't know. Ji Ziming doesn't want any more. If not, can she ask for some to cook for her mother?

However, at the moment when he lowered his eyelids, Peige didn't find that Ji Ziming, who was originally cold, glanced at her quietly.

The thin lips that had been pursed into a straight line were slightly hooked up