Chapter 115: Time is running out... After arriving at Duan Mengqi's house, Le Pingfan went straight into the kitchen. After all, he might be his future father-in-law. Of course, he must show off his skills well. Duan Mengqi also
After helping in the kitchen, Ye Zhiqiu was left watching TV in the living room.
Duan Mengqi's mother hasn't come home yet, and she doesn't know what she is busy with outside. Although this house is Duan Mengqi's home, it is usually very deserted. Duan Junhai has been living in the Municipal Party Committee Standing Committee Courtyard for convenience, and only occasionally has time.
I would come over to stay for two days. As the secretary of the municipal party committee, although I wanted to entrust
People who have a backdoor relationship can definitely break the threshold, but there are very few people who have enough status to support this relationship. In addition, what Duan Junhai hates most is when someone comes to disturb him with work matters.
family, so the house where Duan Mengqi lives usually does not have any guests.
"You give people a different feeling when you cook. I'm not sure when you are the real you." Duan Mengqi said while giving Le Pingfan a hand.
"Feeling? What does it feel like?" Le Pingfan asked casually, while his hands were constantly handling the fresh vegetables and meat he had just bought.[
"I can't explain it. It's just a change in the senses. Although you are still you, I think there is something special." "Haha, it's just that the things I focus on are different. There will always be some changes." Le Pingfan said,
He put the food in his hands directly into the pot, and then there was a squeaking sound, and then Duan Mengqi smelled it
The long-lost fragrance suddenly made my brain feel a little empty, and I immediately forgot about the idea of asking some questions. I was making these things, so why is the smell coming out of Le Pingfan's hands so fascinating? Some people say that they want to conquer a person.
A man must first conquer his stomach. In fact, this statement is also applicable to women.
This was the first time I had a formal dinner at Duan Mengqi's house, so Le Pingfan worked extra hard to cook it. Even though it was just the most ordinary ingredients, under the uncanny craftsmanship of the God of Cooking, it turned out to be as delicious as a delicacy.
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When the hand pointed to six o'clock, the door of Duan Mengqi's house finally rang open. At this time, Le Pingfan had already placed a variety of dishes on the dining table in Duan Mengqi's living room, and the fragrance that filled the whole room even
Ye Zhiqiu couldn't help but swallow his saliva.
Duan Junhai led a middle-aged |beautiful|woman in from the door. When he took off his shoes at the entrance, he exclaimed in surprise: "What is this smell? Smell it, it makes people's appetite increase, my saliva
I can't help but want to keep it." "Of course it's Chef Le's skill. You should find more reasons for him to come to your house to cook every day in the future." Duan Mengqi walked out of the living room and stood aside with a smile.
said.
"Haha, does our Chef Le still need a reason to come over? As long as Meng Qi Xiaomei hooks her finger, won't he come running over on his own initiative?" Duan Junhai seemed to be in a good mood.
He joked while holding his daughter.
The middle-aged | beautiful | woman on the side pushed him angrily: "How to speak, I am not serious. Qiqi, is that Chef Le the Le Pingfan that you two often mention?"