After Shi Jing suddenly said something that left Qian Qianqian speechless, he saw him pick up a piece of meat and put it into his mouth.
Spit it out! Spit it out! Huh? The master didn’t respond? He swallowed it all.
Could it be.
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Is this meat really delicious? Still.
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The great master wants to save face, but the unsavory person refuses to admit it?
After swallowing, she still didn't intend to move her chopsticks, but she saw Shi Jing's eyes raised again.
"Still not eating?"
She lowered her voice. When she received his dissatisfied tone, Qian Qianqian picked up the chopsticks, picked up a mouthful of food and stuffed it into her mouth with a "go to death" mentality.
Just die, it's better to be poisoned than to be stared to death by a great god.
Huh? It tastes pretty good. It’s a bit master-level. When did the master become so powerful?
Well! The master is indeed a master, and he is several steps ahead of others in learning anything.
"Delicious."
She praised her sincerely, not forgetting to add other dishes to her hands.
Every dish was cooked with great flavor, and Qian Qianqian ate with relish, almost forgetting that sitting opposite her was the chef of the meal, her benefactor.
Shi Jing's thin lips curled up in pleasure when he heard her words, "It's so delicious."
It is indeed not easy to get a sincere compliment from this woman.
He knew that usually this woman's insincere words were expressed under his coercion and inducement, but this time her behavior seemed to come from the sincerity.
He was in a particularly good mood, and the irritability, depression, and depression he felt when she left these past few days were all gone when he saw her.
"It's so delicious, just finish it all."
"Yeah, no problem."
Qian Qianqian's mouth was stuffed with food. He reached out and made an OK gesture towards the mirror, his eyes curled into a crescent shape with a smile, and he answered vaguely.
After the meal was wiped out by Qian Qianqian's lack of image and Shi Jing's good mood, Qian Qianqian stroked her overstuffed belly, leaned on the chair, and said sincerely: "Shi Jing, I really have no idea.
I thought the food you cooked is so delicious, you are at the level of a master."
Of course, except for the porridge that almost gave her food poisoning.
Shi Jing looked at her lazy look, moved her thin lips slightly, and couldn't help but joked: "There is a kind of person in this world called a genius."
It's starting to stinky again!
Qian Qianqian sighed secretly in his heart, just like the last time he said, "There is something in this world called IQ," great gods never know how to be humble.
However, last time the porridge was only full of color and aroma, this time it was really full of color, flavor and aroma.
God is indeed.
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genius!
Qian Qianqian gave a thumbs up in her mind, maybe because she was in a particularly good mood because she could see Shi Jing again, and it was rare for her to joke with interest.
After seeing her sit up straight, she stood up from the chair again, walked around to Shi Jing, and followed Shi Jing's usual posture of looking at her, staring condescendingly at Shi Jing without saying a word.
This state made Shi Jing feel a little uncomfortable being stared at. He reached out and patted the back of Qian Qianqian's head and said in a deep voice:
"What are you staring at me for?"
But Qian Qianqian rubbed his head, laughed out loud, moved a little closer to Shi Jing, and said:
"Shi Jing, I was thinking, you are so smart and a genius, aren't you worried that you will be jealous of talents?"
When she just said these words, Shi Jing's expression was slightly stunned. The next second, he saw his eyes narrowed and turned his gaze towards her. Seeing the light shining in her eyes, he felt playful in his heart.