Chapter 1107

Two hours later, Zhao Jian carefully put a pot of soup into a heat preservation bucket with a spoon and told Yu Heng to take care of Zhao Xu. Then she drove out of the door.

The red Maserati glides across the driveway and heads for the gallery.

When the door of the gallery was opened, there was only a faint light in the studio deep in the corridor. Zhao Jian laughed and walked towards the faint light.

When the door of the studio was pushed open, Ji Rufeng was drawing an oil painting with a palette in one hand and a brush in the other. Zhao Jian, with a smile, came in from the door.

Ji Rufeng hears the sound and turns to her side. She is surprised by the accident in her eyes. At the same time, she is lucky. She puts down her palette and brush and walks towards Zhao Jian. She takes the heat preservation bucket in her hand and holds her hand in the other hand. "How are you here?"

Zhao Jian is smiling, the eye light is burning to flash, "send this to you."

"I've tasted it. It doesn't taste strange."

Ji Rufeng couldn't help laughing, "it doesn't matter if you have it. I promise you'll finish it."

In fact, Ji Rufeng thinks that Zhao Jian's food is not only bad looking, but also good. He is not as picky as Yu's family.

In fact, it is not so. Ji Rufeng is just a little more patient and tolerant than others in Zhao Jian.

When Zhao Jian comes to the drawing board, Ji Rufeng draws a picture of the setting sun this time. The vast desert is covered with smoke and waves. A round of setting sun has already set. The sky is covered with red clouds. It is gorgeous to the extreme. At a glance, it reminds us of the famous poem that the setting sun is infinitely good.

Ji Rufeng opened the lid of the heat preservation bucket, poured out a small bowl from the heat preservation bucket and began to drink slowly. He didn't have time to have dinner tonight, so he was really hungry.

Zhao Jian turned her head and looked at him. Her eyes lit up. She remembered that before they were together, when he was looking after Xiaojing in London, he really made fun of her cooking.

"Is it good?"

In response to her, the man poured out a bowl of soup again, and also filled a few ribs. The meat on the bones was boiled soft and rotten. With a little salt, there was no greasiness. Ji Rufeng chewed a piece of ribs and looked up at Zhao Jian with a smile, "cook soup for me all my life."

Almost in a flash, Zhao Jian's eyes dazzled and dazzled. He was roasted by the fire in front of the stove for more than two hours, but it was not in vain.

"Just like it." At this moment, Zhao Jian finally knows why Ji Shaoguang likes to go to the kitchen so much.

How happy it is to cook next time for the one you love and be recognized.

"Are there many more?" Zhao Jian pointed to the painting.

"Just a little bit." Ji Rufeng raised her chin and motioned her to look at the paint in the palette. In fact, if she hadn't gone out just now, maybe she would have gone home now. She didn't have to let Zhao Jian run this time.

"Then I'll wait for you."

She brought over the palette. Some of the pigments on it had already dried up. Zhao Jian had to help Ji Rufeng to mix the color again. After dripping some linseed oil, Zhao Jian ground it round and round with a grinding rod, carefully and conscientiously.

Ji Rufeng can't help but smile at her. After Zhao Jian has adjusted her color, Ji Rufeng's soup is almost finished, and by the way, she has eaten all her bones.

He got up, took the palette, picked up the brush and went on painting.

Sitting on the sofa with nothing to do, seeing his mobile phone on, Zhao Jian took advantage of the situation to log on the microblog. A few hours later, the popularity of several microblogs remained high. Once again, someone called on the Public Security Bureau and other departments to ask for the most fair treatment.

Zhao Jian shrugged her shoulders. It's like one newspaper for another.

When leaving the microblog, Zhao Jian accidentally ran into the call record. The touch screen of her mobile phone was too sensitive, and the call page popped open instantly. As soon as she swept over, Zhao Jian frowned.

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