At the thought of a storehouse full of cobwebs and without a lamp, Zhao Siqing was about to stop it.
But who ever wanted Huo Jingchen to open his mouth faster? Without blinking his eyes, he should say, "it's up to you."
Yang Jingqiu hums and laughs, glances at the dishes on the operation platform, and criticizes: "the shrimp is skinned and then put into the pot, and the fish picks out the thorns. Besides, I don't like to use a pot with others. "
Words fall, do not wait for two people to open mouth, Yang Jingqiu turns around to go out.
Zhao Siqing, with a big head, looked at the shrimps on the stand and said to Huo Jingchen: "I'll grill the shrimps first, so I don't need to get the fishbone. I can't rely on her."
"I'll get the fishbone." Huo Jingchen said in a deep voice.
Zhao Siqing frowned and whispered, "it's very difficult. It will take a long time."
Huo Jingchen pulled her over to kiss her cheek and whispered, "I want to spoil you too. I'd better spoil you with my mother-in-law."
His voice was low, dumb and powerful, and he was quite serious without some straight frivolity.
Zhao Siqing stared for a few seconds and watched him lose his mind.
The man has begun to peel shrimp, obviously not intended to let her do it.
Under the warm light, his cold white skin is warm, his bridge of nose is straight and straight, his brow bone is cold and hard, trance gives her a warm and steady feeling of years.
Zhao Siqing said softly, "thank you."
Thank him for being such a domineering person, willing to accept his mother for her, willing to accompany her in the kitchen, willing to change for her.
Zhao Siqing thought that she didn't know what love looked like.
But at least for this moment, it's probably love for her.
I helped in the kitchen. Before long, a door bell rang. Zhao Siqing was a little surprised that someone would come and wash his hands to open the door.
After she left, Huo Jingchen stared at the shrimp in his hand, and his eyes were deep.
For Yang Jingqiu, in his previous life, he never bowed his head and even made the opposite choice.
But in the end, it was only a Qing Qing who hated him.
In this life, he will pretend all the time.
Even if he didn't want Yang Jingqiu to share Qingqing's concerns and feelings, he knew that he had no choice.
*When Zhao Siqing opened the door, he saw that the person was Tang Zhi, and he was stunned for a few seconds.
"This is the president's dress."
Zhao Siqing opened the bag and looked at it. It was the Pearl White female suit torn by Huo Jingchen. She couldn't help but stare for a few seconds: "didn't she say it wasn't there?"
"This one was ordered by someone else, and the president bought it at ten times the price." Tang explained.
Zhao Siqing:
Another loser. I'm so angry.
It's not her money, but Why still can feel a burst of flesh ache.
But generally speaking, Zhao Siqing is in a good mood. After taking over the clothes, he invites Tang Zhi to say, "you haven't eaten yet. Stay here."
Tang Zhi takes a sniff, looks over Zhao Siqing and looks at a full table of ingredients, then swallows his mouth: "that's not very good."
On Christmas day, he made a left and right run outside.
The heart is really bitter.
"Nothing bad, no outsiders. Come in." Zhao Siqing was invited by Wensheng.
Tang Ji rubbed his hands and thought Zhao Siqing was probably an angel.
He stepped in at once.
But who ever thought, his front foot just walked into the living room, Huo Jingchen then wore a pink flower apron to come out, the complexion is gloomy: "he ate."
Hearing his voice, Zhao Siqing turned his head and looked at him, then at Tang Zhi.
"No, I haven't eaten yet," Tang explained