Chapter 142

When they returned to Fudi, there was only a little marginal light left in the setting sun, such as fish swimming in the sea, and the orange scale light rolling up occasionally. The dusk was already blurred, and gradually faded out of color. A few white stars showed weak light, and the wind slowly brought a cool, which dissipated the heat of the day, making people feel particularly relaxed and refreshing.

Kangxi patronizes and pursues her, forgets to call the property, and misses the time. Some family still can't go back, so she has to let him stay.

He completely took her home as his own site. He was not polite at all. He went into the room to change his slippers and went to the bathroom, shouting for a bath. His whole body was as dirty as if he had just come back from the construction site, with a strange smell. It was really bad for his image.

After the bath, he came out fresh and fresh, and his face was still hot after the bath. He was worthy of being mixed in the performing arts circle. He had good skin care, just like an apple muscle.

She changed her home clothes, hid in her study, and sketched the symbols only she could understand on the whiteboard with an oil pen.

He poked his head in. "What would you like to eat at night?"

She bit the cover of the pen and said vaguely, "whatever!" Obviously, my mind is not on what I eat.

Kangxi did not continue to ask, gently closed the door of the study, ran to the kitchen for dinner.

She didn't eat all day. She couldn't make too greasy food. She had to digest it well. She scanned the menu in her head. Combined with the ingredients in the refrigerator, he had the menu. First made a cup of hot chocolate to the study, followed by a few white and tender quicksand milk yellow bag, specially made very small, suitable for a bite of a size, all manual, love card.

Pang Pang was busy thinking about the case. She would give it to her mouth if she caught anything. She didn't pay attention to what she was eating. She was honest in her sense of taste and made her mumble "delicious" from time to time.

He continued to work in the kitchen with a cheerful expression and humming a little song. Obviously, he enjoyed being a family cook very much. Sesame and glutinous rice squatted behind him, wagging their big tails and staring at the delicious food on the cooking table.

Since ancient times, there has been a saying that a gentleman is far away from cooking. The implication is that cooking should be a woman's job, not only to do a good job, but also to put it on the table, and a man just needs to eat.

But he thinks that men have mouths and women have mouths. Since they all have to eat, why do women have to cook and men cook? It's natural that we should raise our own women.

He took the saucer, tasted the salt, nodded with satisfaction, turned off the fire, and a pot of abalone, mushroom and chicken soup came out.

When he came out of his study, he smelled the fragrance from a long distance. He was not too hungry after a snack, but he was still so moved by the fragrance. When he looked at Kangxi in the kitchen, the picture was as beautiful as a TV advertisement. The stack of humble kitchen appliances suddenly seemed to become high-end goods.

This is probably the so-called star effect. I believe all the products he represents will sell well.

Kangxi put chicken soup on the table, four dishes and one soup, meat and vegetable, color is particularly beautiful, "go wash your hands, have dinner."

She glanced at the clock on the wall. It was just after eight o'clock. According to her life, after eight o'clock in the evening, she seldom ate, hesitated for a while, and washed her hands.

"Soup first."

The soup is rich in flavor, full of chicken flavor and abalone fresh sweet, she sincerely praised his craft, let him stay is not all a bad thing.

"Where do these ingredients come from?" She doesn't remember buying these things.

"I asked the waves to send it. He's very good at choosing food." As long as he orders, even thousands of miles away, the waves will send.