38 Life without eating mutton skewers is not a perfect life

After a while in the kitchen, a supper was ready. However, Ling Qiao looked at the three dishes that were almost the same as the soup that was almost the same as his Blue Mountain Coffee, and he was embarrassed.

"Eat it, I made it specifically for you." Shu Shu smiled, like Mickey Mouse was traumatized and looked at the cat and took the punishment.

Ling Qiao picked up the chopsticks, picked up something similar to green vegetable leaves and asked, "What is this?"

"Fried vegetables."

Well, very good, just like he guessed, "What kind of green vegetables look like? Black instead of green?"

"It's a little burnt, it's gray, it's not as dark as it's yet."

Ling Qiao really didn't dare to joke about his life, so he pointed to another plate. He was too lazy to even pick it up, "What is this?"

"Oh, can't you tell this? Then it's obviously a carrot."

"Radish? Isn't it a winter melon?" Oh, he guessed wrongly.

"It looks a bit ugly, but it's expensive and nutritious. Come on, I'll serve you rice."

After a while, she came out with two empty bowls, "Haha, I forgot to press the switch, the rice is not cooked yet."

Ling Qiao shook her head, OK, very good. Today I saw her cooking skills, and she was indeed at the level of a young lady.

Ling Qiao put down his chopsticks and said decisively: "Let's go and go out and eat."

Hey, it should have been like this long ago, "What should I do here?"

"Whoever does it will clean up."

But you asked me to do it, forget it, follow up and feed your stomach before talking about it.

Ling Qiao once went to France to study, so he has always been fond of French dining. He took Shushu to a French restaurant he often went to. It is a VIP system and only members can enter, which ensures that there is no follow-up from reporters.

As soon as they got into the private room, the waiter came in. The waiter was a beautiful lady. She greeted them in fluent French, and seemed to be very familiar with Ling Qiao. The two of them were talking and laughing.

Suddenly, the lady said something to Shushu. Shushu was confused and said directly: "Are you Chinese or French?"

The lady answered a few more words in French, but Shushu heard it was full of birds singing. She waved her hand and said directly: "I don't understand what you are talking about."

Ling Qiao explained: "She asked you what you eat."

Shushu thought about it, she didn't understand the French and couldn't understand the menu. Ling Qiao clearly made fun of her, and she said, "Let's just like him."

Soon, the dishes were served, and a red wine was served, a candle was lit, and a serious candlelight dinner.

Shushu had to admit that this meal was indeed more attractive than the one she made, at least it was absolutely ok, but Ling Qiao sitting opposite him was indeed strange.

The French are romantic, eating candlelight supper, and there is a violin playing next to them. Ling Qiao just snapped his fingers, and the violin player came in front of him.

Shushu is very unaccustomed to this. She knew since she was a child that she and her mother were abandoned by her father. She was tolerant of everything. Although she was a little impatient, she was also immersed in her eyes and kept a low profile in her work. She is a person who never dances, and over time, she doesn't like to dance.

Fortunately, there was no one around, otherwise she would have been out of the way.

The violin was finally finished, and then the lady gave her another bouquet of roses and said in pure Mandarin: "Mrs. Ling, this is the rose that Mr. Ling gave you."

Well, what the hell is Ling Qiao doing? He actually told their relationship to the restaurant waiter, so he would not be so unruly.

Looking at her questioning eyes, Ling Qiao immediately said, "Don't worry, if it weren't for safety, I wouldn't tell anyone casually. The waiters here are of high quality and will not disclose customer privacy."

"What's your purpose?"

"Does the husband need the purpose of sending flowers to his wife? We are newly married~"

Shushu took the flowers angrily and asked the waiter to go out first. She put the flowers at the table casually: "I don't like roses, I don't like flowers."

"Then what do you like?" Stinky thing, I'm pleasing you, haven't you noticed? I'm pursuing you!

Ling Qiao is also a romantic person at heart, but she hasn't had the passion for romantic affairs for too long because she doesn't want him to be romantic. Although she is already married, he admits in his heart that he likes her, so he wants to pursue her like ordinary people, and there is nothing wrong with marrying first and then falling in love.

Shushu took a sip of red wine, sour, spicy, and the taste was OK, "I just like money, give me money."

Vulgar! "Shushu, your Liu family is so down and out? A young lady actually loves money?"

Shushu said slowly: "I just like money, it's just like you like women. I already have it, but I still want it."

Good guy, dozens of hidden arrows stabbed him in the chest.

Ling Qiao touched a soft nail, and he suddenly felt that the bunch of roses she put on the side was so listless, and it was as beautiful as a fire just now.

After eating French food, Ling Qiao drove the car on the street, but she didn't want to drive home.

"Where are you going? Master? This road has been opened three times. Where do you want to go? I will get up early to go to work tomorrow."

To be honest, he didn't know where he was going, just wanted to take her for a walk, "I saw that you had eaten less and you would definitely be hungry in the middle of the night. I wanted to take you to eat something else, but there was no place to go."

Yes, those French dishes, such as snail foie gras, she doesn't like them, but she doesn't like them. She touched her stomach and was really not full.

"I know there is a good place to go, there must be no reporters, go, turn left."

It turned out to be a food stall in the night market. Well, there must be no reporters. The crowded street night market, who would have thought that Ling Qiao would come to such a place?!

Shu Shu sat on the round stool, and came in a familiar way. "Boss, come with a portion of spicy chicken, a portion of spicy water and boiled fish, and then twenty mutton skewers, add spicy."

Ling Qiao immediately said, "I don't eat spicy food."

"Who said I'll eat it."

Ling Qiao looked speechless, "You eat so much by yourself?"

"I'm hungry, my eldest son!"

The dishes I ordered came immediately, freshly baked mutton skewers sprinkled with red pepper powder. Oh, that was so refreshing.

While eating, Shushu encouraged him, "Just eat a bunch~"

Ling Qiao shook his head, he was most afraid of eating spicy food.

"Not that spicy, try it."

"No, I said I won't eat spicy food."

"A life that has never eaten mutton skewers is really not a perfect life."

Sure enough, Ling Qiao was a person who could not provoke him. He took one and stuffed it into his mouth. After taking a bite, he was so spicy that it was so spicy. Shushu immediately blocked his mouth with the mutton skewers in his hand, "Don't vomit, don't vomit, taste it slowly, think about your life from now on."

Ling Qiaola had a bitter face, chewed it for a few times, he wanted to spit out the fire, he wanted to vent, roo roo.

Ling Qiao was so hot, but she didn't want to stick out her tongue and dissipate heat without any visual appearance. She was like a dog, so her face turned red.

Looking at Ling Qiao's blushing face, Shu Shu laughed loudly, "Hahaha, Ling Qiao, you blushed, your ears are red." She reached out and patted Ling Qiao on the shoulder, "Well, your life will be perfect from now on."

When he got home, Ling Qiao still blushed and his anger did not fade. He felt that his lips were swollen, numb, and no sense. To be honest, he was not afraid of anything since he was a child, but he was afraid of spicy food. He was anxious when he tasted spicy food. This time, he was so cool that he was coaxed by the little thing and tried a bite of spicy mutton skewers. That was really perfect in life.

Shushu knocked at the bathroom door with his pajamas, "Young Master, you have brushed your teeth three times. As for how spicy it is? Is it toothpaste hot, right?"

"Yeah~~" Ling Qiao was shouting with foam in her mouth, and it was hard to speak.

Shushu held up his pajamas and signaled, "I'm going to take a shower, hurry up!"

Ling Qiao sat on the bed, covered her mouth with her hands and blew a breath, and then sniffed it hard, um, it was fragrant.

He pretended to be reading with a magazine, and the sound of water in the bathroom kept coming into his ears. When he thought of the little thing taking a bath inside, he was distracted and could not calm down.

When facing a woman, he has never been so nervous, a little overwhelmed and a little impatient.

They are husband and wife, and the couple will have a husband-to-wife life. The little thing is also an adult. She should be mentally prepared and prepare before she promises to marry him. So, he doesn't need to say anything more, that's a natural thing.

Yes, he likes this little thing now, and he can give her all his likes, because she is his wife, but love, he continues to keep it, his love has been sealed and will not be opened again.

The sound of water came to an abrupt end. Ling Qiao unconsciously shook his hands, staring at the bathroom door with a fierce look.

Then a sound of a hair dryer came, and Ling Qiao found that he could not relax at all.

Shu Shu came out, wearing her goose yellow pajamas, a dress, and there was a strawberry in the middle.

Yellow, strawberry Ling Qiao was full of evil thoughts.

"Ling Qiao, your hair dryer is not powerful. You can only turn on the small gear, not the large gear. My hair is not blowing too dry."

"Well, I broke it once, and I usually only use a small gear to buy a new one tomorrow."

Shushu played with her hair, which was as smooth as silk. She shook her hair aside, bent over and stroked her hair. Her delicate face was flushed and very charming.

Ling Qiao's fire jumped to level three times, that was his wife.

Shushu sat on the edge of the bed and said casually: "Idiot, your magazine has been brought down."

Ling Qiao then noticed that he embarrassedly put the magazine away and threw it on the bedside table. His gaze was frozen at Shushu's white and tender neck, and he swallowed a mouthful.

Shu Shu stepped onto the bed, squatted to the end of the bed and took her single quilt. Her round and perky little butt was hot again, teasing Ling Qiao.

Shu Shu took off the single quilt, fell asleep, covered it, and turned off the bedside lamp.

Ling Qiao also turned off the bedside lamp and went to bed.

Of course, Shushu knew what Ling Qiao was thinking, and she was nervous. She took a shower in the bathroom for a long time, hoping that Ling Qiao would have fallen asleep when she came out, but when she came out, Ling Qiao was staring at her fiercely. She could only say that the hair dryer was broken to relieve her heart that was about to stop.

It seems that I can't escape tonight
Chapter completed!