"Fool, say anything to me to thank you. You must remember that you are not allowed to say these two words to me in the future."
Jiang Zimo pretended to be angry and contemptuous: "Do you really like to be scolded and trampled by me? Murong Qingzhen, tell me honestly, you don't have any shameful habits?"
After saying that, she glanced at him with a scrutinizing look, which made Murong Qingzhen laugh.
He lifted her up with his hands, and with a playful smile on his lips, he leaned close to her face and whispered: "Do I have any special hobbies, um... you should know this very well, right?"
"
Of course Jiang Zimo understood clearly that he was referring to the night the two spent on Qingchuan Island. But... the problem was that the heroine that night was not her at all. How could she know what his hobbies were?
So, she could only pretend to be shy, lowered her eyes, turned her head, and said with a curl of her lips: "I'm going to kill you! Why don't you put me down quickly... Oops, I'm so dizzy, please stop turning around, I'm really dizzy!"
"Dizziness? Are you dizzy now? Look at your face as red as a crab and your eyes as bright as crystals. I really don't see that your current appearance is a sign of dizziness."
Jiang Zimo finally had to raise his hands to surrender, otherwise he was really afraid that he would continue to faint him like this. "Okay, okay, you don't have any special hobbies, I just said the wrong thing at the moment, I'm sorry...
".
After hearing this, Murong Qingzhen put her down. Jiang Zimo sat on the rosewood chair where he had just sat, holding his forehead with one hand and sighed: "If you do this, I won't even have lunch."
Save it."
"How can that be done? You are not afraid of starving yourself, but I am also afraid of starving my baby!"
When Jiang Zimo heard this, he glared angrily: "Murong Qingzhen!"
"Okay, I'm just joking. Come on, let's go. I'll take you to the supermarket to buy some ingredients. I'll show you my skills at noon and try my unique craftsmanship. This is Murong's exclusive private house that is hard to buy.
Food!”
Jiang Zimo looked at him in shock, as if he didn't know him. "Can you cook?"
"Do you think I ate Western food every day during those years abroad? In that case, I would have become stupid." He rolled his eyes at her angrily, and Murong Qingzhen looked very helpless: "Looks like you
You really don’t care about me at all.”
Jiang Zimo curled his lips and said without any guilt: "Tch! That's no better than me. I've been cooking by myself since I was ten years old. Let's have a try when we find a chance to see whose cooking skills are better.
."
After speaking, she stood up and stretched her muscles. "Okay, now in order to encourage your enthusiasm for labor, I will accompany you to the supermarket."
Murong Qingzhen glanced at her sideways: "I think you are holding on to the idea of finally going out for some fun?"
Jiang Zimo snapped his fingers and said with a smile: "You are right, let's leave quickly!"
Murong Qingzhen: "...Okay."
In the fresh food area of a large supermarket, Jiang Zimo and Murong Qingyi were walking one behind the other. Murong Qingzhen was pushing a trolley, while Jiang Zimo was pointing with his hands raised.
“It turns out there is so much knowledge involved in purchasing.”
Pushing the shopping cart behind her, Murong Qingzhen sometimes glanced at the ingredients she purchased in the car, and sometimes compared them with those on the cabinet.
"Otherwise, what do you think?" Jiang Zimo muttered, picking up a large bottle of fresh milk in each hand, and finally put the fresh milk on the left into the car.