"Yan Hao," she rubbed the clothes on Yan Hao's chest, "what do you think of our restaurant using this as its flagship product? There are also peach flavors, watermelon, pears, and any other fruit can be made into juice.
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"Okay," Yan Hao shook the cup in his hand gently and took another sip. If it were placed in a restaurant, no one would dislike it.
You'er said that even if you open a restaurant, you must have your own characteristics. This is called the main feature. If there is no main feature, it will be eliminated quickly. He has to say that her ideas are extremely advanced and incisive.
He thought again, Qi You'er had already started doing business when she was seven years old. This girl was definitely a born businessman.
He put down the cup and gently stroked the delicate and white face of the woman in his arms. This must be her true appearance.
Her girl has grown up.
Qi Youer and Yan Hao have been studying fruit juice together in the past few days, and Yan Hao has prepared his own herbal tea. As a result, there are more than a dozen kinds of drinks in their restaurant.
What were they drawing again? Yan Hao put down the book in his hand. The warm night pearls emitted soft light and fell on them, bit by bit. Sometimes he was helpless. Qi Youer's words were really unpleasant. No, it should be.
It's so miserable that you might think she is studying hard, but actually she likes to draw a chicken, a turtle, etc. on his books.
He reached out his hand and closed the page she had just drawn.
"What is this? Are there any rabbits wearing skirts, or such exaggerated mice?" He looked at them one by one. There were dozens of them, and they all came in different shapes.
"This is called cartoons," Qi You'er drew hard. "My second sister's craftsmanship is good. This is what I thought about early on. Let my second sister do this, so that she will not be bored at home, and I can also make some money.
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"It's not like Tingyu can't afford to support her," Yan Hao put down the drawing paper in his hand, feeling dumbfounded by her words in his heart.
"This is what women should do to strengthen themselves." Qi Youer painted a few strokes and drew another picture. She used to love these things and learned them specially. Although she has been idle for more than ten years now, she has not painted.
But there are some things that she can't forget. She has already drawn the feeling for this.
Yan Hao looked at the time and saw that it was already late. He stretched out his hand to Qi You'er. "You'er, rest now."
Qi Youer put down the pen in his hand and stretched out his hands. The life of Yin was too corrupt, and he was unwilling to walk on such a road. Yan Hao came over and picked her up easily.
Her starry eyes were dotted, and her porcelain white skin became more and more icy and bone-like under the soft light of night pearls. Her wide sleeves gently slid down with her movements, revealing an arm that looked like a white lotus root.
She rested her head on Yan Hao's shoulder and blended with his breathing.
"Your son."
"Yes," she responded softly, adding a soft whisper that only comes after getting married for no reason. Yan Hao's eyes were slightly thick, and there was also a kind of monster in his dark pupils. Although his eyebrows were still
It was a clear distance, but the smoke was light and horizontal, and the air of pure elegance still lingered between his eyebrows.
The corners of his lips were slightly raised, showing that he was in a good mood.
He likes her dependence on him, but she doesn't keep an eye on him all the time. He likes her extraordinary intelligence, but she's not too showy. He also likes that she can be a little confused at times, and even more likes that she acts like half a child from time to time.
"You," Yan Hao lowered his head, and a pair of delicate white lotus-like arms had already wrapped around his neck, with the natural light milk smell, rushing into his nostrils, and his breathing became slightly heavier.
Putting down the exquisite saman, you can occasionally peek into Wu Nong's soft words.
Qi Youer got up early, but as soon as he touched the temperature around him, he knew that Yan Hao had left long ago.
This job is really not good. She would get sulky when she sat up. Her poor husband was caught by the emperor and went to court again. He got up earlier than the chickens and went to bed late. The salary was not enough for her to dig a job.
Man-made lake, no wonder those people outside say she is a prodigal. She is a prodigal. Her husband likes her prodigal.
She rolled her eyes, jumped out of bed, picked up a few pages of drawing paper on the table, and went to find Qi Nan'er.
Qi Nan'er lives in the east courtyard of the Prime Minister's Mansion. This is an independent small courtyard. Tinglan and Ting Yu both live here. This is the best courtyard of the Prime Minister's Mansion. The mountains, rocks and flowers in it are all natural and beautiful.
It's a nice scenery, but Qi Youer doesn't have time to enjoy the scenery or flutter butterflies in response to the scenery.
When she entered, Qi Nan'er was sewing clothes, all of which were black. She knew that Ting Yu liked black, but since every outfit was this way, wasn't he afraid of getting color blind?
"You'er, why are you here?" Qi Nan'er put down the clothes in her hands and stood up, quite surprised, why did she have time to come to her place? Didn't it mean that she was so busy recently that she didn't even touch the house.
"Sister, I came to you for help." Qi Youer looked at everything in the room, walked directly to the closet, opened it, and suddenly three black lines slid down his forehead. "Sister, he is wearing
Are you done?" There are dozens of black clothes in this cabinet, from winter to summer to spring and autumn, as well as boots and the like. If Tingyu wears less, he probably won't need them in the past few years.
Buy clothes.
Qi Youer's face turned red. After several months of marriage, he was still as shy as before. "I have nothing to do, so I can only do some needlework."
"It's nothing," Qi You'er rolled his eyes, "That's just right, sister, do me a favor."
"Well," Qi Nan'er blinked her eyes, which were still as pure as sweet springs, "How can I help you?" She is very stupid and knows nothing except some needlework.
As soon as Ting Yu came back, he saw his wife sitting on the couch sewing something. She had her little face lowered and her soft hair hanging gently on her neck, giving off a charm she didn't know. She was innocent but also seductive.
, his mind moved, he walked over, stretched out his big hand, and already held Qi Nan'er in his arms.
Qi Youer was startled and almost pricked her hand with a needle, but a familiar warmth came from her body, making her soften and lean into his arms, while her small hands tightly grasped his clothes.
Satisfied with her obedience, Tingyu picked up what she had just made and looked at it, but his thick eyebrows furrowed as he wondered what it was.
"You'er sent it, saying that I was asked to help make it," Qi Nan'er said softly. She is an honest person and never speaks in a panic.
"Yes," Ting Yu frowned and still didn't let go. She found that her unfinished clothes were being placed in the basket, and she suddenly felt a little uncomfortable.
"Won't my clothes be done?" He lowered his head and lifted his wife's slender chin, and found that her watery eyes turned to Roubo. You'er said, these are urgent, so she feels sorry for Ting.