Chapter 480

A fool can tell that sang Qi refers to Sang Shixi.

Hate a person to the extreme is what kind of performance, probably is sangqi like this!

No matter what it is, it will be doubted to Sang Shixi.

"No, I can eat twenty more."

After dinner, sang Qi and I helped to collect the dishes. I asked him, "are you in a hurry?"

He is usually quite self-discipline. He doesn't eat too greasy dinner, but he ate 40 dumplings tonight.

I dodged his hand and bit chopsticks to watch him eat. I wanted to see how many he could eat.

Those who do great things are those who do great things.

Sang Qi is just like this. The more big things happen, the more relaxed he is.

"Why, how could Mrs. sang be ugly? It's so beautiful. " He did not care that Mrs. sang and the old lady were all on the table, so he touched my face with a playful smile: "you can't lose it."

"What style? Ugly

"It's your style."

Such ugly dumplings are made by me. I smile naively: "how do you know?"

I quietly tugged at the corner of his clothes. He held a dumpling and asked me, "did you make this dumpling?"

Just now I was secretly brushing the news, and the news that was not good for sangqi was still on the front page.

I really wonder how he can survive. Isn't he in a hurry when the stock price falls like this? Doesn't he want to make up for it?

I had to wonder if he had no appetite for dinner for a few days.

He gave me a kiss on the forehead, went to wash his hands, and then came back to eat dumplings with a smile.

Dayu's stock price plummeted, but he seemed to have nothing to do with it.

However, sangqi is too hidden.

I like to be with Mrs. sang and them. I feel very grounded, just like an ordinary family. I don't have the coolness of a rich family.

Mrs. sang knocked on the back of his hand with chopsticks: "I don't wash my hands either. I'll come back to eat after I wash my hands."

"It can be described as pinching water." Sang Qi sat beside me with a smile and put a dumpling on my plate into his mouth.

The old lady patted him on the arm with a smile: "I'll talk to your grandmother. How old am I? Can I still describe my skin as tender?"

First, he took the old lady's shoulder and put it on her face: "grandma, it seems that her skin is more tender these days."

He handed his coat to sister Huan, and then came to us.

It's very sultry today. He's wearing a light green silver shirt and a suit in his arms. His long legs are very eye-catching.

As soon as the seasoning on my side was ready, Mrs. sang came out of the kitchen with a large plate of dumplings.

I took another bowl and divided half of the chili oil.

I looked down into the bowl and saw that I had poured in too much chili oil, a piece of red.

The old lady called my name: "Xiaozhi, what do you do with so much chili oil? Are you not afraid of spicy food? "

I mix dumpling seasoning in the bowl, absent-minded.

"Yes, he will be there in ten minutes. I'll go in and make some dumplings, and he just arrived."

"Is sang Qi coming?"

"As soon as the pot was cooked, ah Qi called to say that he wanted to come. You eat first, and then I cook." With a smile, Mrs. sang pressed me to the side of the table. A large plate of plump dumplings was mixed with two ugly dumplings I made.

At this time, I had no appetite, but I didn't want to let Mrs. sang see the clue, so I had to go in with a smile.

I didn't expect that it would have such a big impact on the stock price. At this time, Mrs. sang stood on the porch and called me to eat dumplings.

After I hung up the wanjinyou phone, I went to see the financial news. It was just one afternoon. The share price of Dayu had fallen to a new low, which had never been seen in so many years.

I don't care much about financial news. I don't know. It's no surprise.

"You don't know that Dayu's share price has fallen sharply."

"What do you say?"

"Enough to disturb the market!"

"Who is so unscrupulous! What do these pictures tell us? "

I hastened to open the mobile news, and sure enough, it made the headlines again.

"Photos, photos of Sang Qi going in and out of Zhou Zihao's home. Now the Internet is overwhelming."

"What's going on?"

"It's about Zhou Zihao. I don't know which bold media has burst out."

"What's the matter, say it!"

"Summer solstice, I don't have the ability to hold it down for you, and I don't know who did it. It's certain that the other party is not small, and his power can compete with you."

"What happened again?"

"What happened to Sang Qi?" Because the old lady was on the side, so I took the phone out of the living room and went to the garden to pick it up.

"How can things in your sangqi not matter?""Don't talk about things that don't matter to me." It's bad enough. I don't want to hear any more bad news.

"There are so many good things. You have been so unlucky recently." I want to hit her as soon as I speak.

"Say good things and forget bad things."

Generally, it's not good for her to come to me. After receiving her call, my mood sank involuntarily.

The dumplings haven't been cooked yet. I was chatting with the old lady when the phone call from wanjinyou came.

Mrs. sang laughed and took the twisted dumplings I made into the kitchen to cook.

"You think too much. Making dumplings is making dumplings. How can I tell you so much about Zen? I don't practice

I looked at Mrs. sang and said, "Mom, do you want to say something to me?"

She said with a smile, "it's better now!"

She helped me to open the dumplings I made, took out half of the stuffing, and took a new dumpling skin to wrap a dumpling.

Mrs. sang comforted me: "it doesn't matter. The first time you made dumplings, it's already very good. Besides, your dumplings are stuffed too much, so your stomach will swell. If you give a little to other dumplings, it won't be like this."

Putting my dumplings together with Mrs. Sang's dumplings is just deformed.

It's a beautiful dumpling with a round stomach and curved corners.

I was very depressed. In the twinkling of an eye, I went to see what Mrs. sang made. She didn't often make dumplings, but the dumplings were much better than me.

Because they are not from the north, so the skill of making dumplings is not very good. The stuffing and rolling of dumpling skin are very slow. I only made two very ugly dumplings out of flour, and my stomach was broken.

In the afternoon, I didn't go to the mall. I went to the old lady's house to make dumplings.

I'm not a competent boss. I always fish for three days and dry my net for two days in shopping malls.

I was sad that sang Qi didn't stay here much and let the driver drive away.

"When did the people who started selling the big stomach king set it up?"

"Why do I sell people's equipment?" He put the dishes into the sink and caught my hand: "I'll wash them. Don't rough my wife's hands."

If he washes it, he washes it. When can he put it on?