She has known since she was very young that gaining sympathy is the most ignorant way, and she does not need sympathy.
Just as she was thinking this, Shi Jing had already walked towards the kitchen again.
I saw him opening the refrigerator as if he was looking for something, then I saw him looking at something on his phone, and then he started to be busy in the kitchen again.
I don't know how long it took, but Qian Qianqian was surprised to find Shi Jing coming out of the kitchen carrying a bowl of porridge.
Seeing her shocked look, his eyes dodge a little, and he put the porridge in front of her, his tone still a little cold, "Eat."
His voice made Qian Qianqian suddenly come back to her senses, and she didn't dare to nod carelessly, "Okay."
Then, he picked up the spoon in the bowl and took a small spoonful for himself.
She pinched her thigh quietly with her hand. It really hurt. It seemed like she was not dreaming. This big creditor really cooked something for her to eat.
Will her lifespan be shortened if she is served by this god?
There was no movement while holding the spoon, and she began to feel dazed again.
"Still not eating? Do you think my cooking is not delicious?"
Shi Jing's cold voice came over, and she was so shocked that she suddenly came to her senses again and shook her head repeatedly, "No, no, I'm just a little flattered."
As she said this, she laughed a few times and lowered her head.
There was something duplicitous about being flattered. In fact, she was really worried about whether her life would be shortened because of it.
The feeling of being served by this god is really like sitting on pins and needles.
However, Shi Jing was completely stunned by her words. Only then did he realize that all the things he thought he would not do from the moment he entered the house to now have actually been done in front of this woman.
Flattered! She really should be flattered!
When had Shi Jing ever personally served a woman like this? She was a reckless woman who dared to reject his marriage in front of the world's media.
She was flattered, but he was shocked, shocked by his strange actions.
He glanced at Qian Qianqian unnaturally, and said in a guilty tone: "Since you feel you are being pampered, you should finish your meal quickly!"
"oh."
The smile in her eyes quietly disappeared, she lowered her head, scooped a small spoonful for herself and put it into her mouth. The next second she was dumbfounded.
She looked at Shi Jing with a grimace, looking like she was about to cry without tears.
Can she tell him that she doesn't want to eat this bowl of porridge that looks good but tastes terrible?
If she told her, would her lifespan end today?
As expected, he is a wealthy young man who cannot enter the kitchen. Cooking is really not suitable for him.
Seeing her bitter look, Shi Jing's face calmed down, "Is your expression telling me that the food I cook tastes terrible?"
The question was asked in a casual tone, but Qian Qianqian was so frightened that she immediately shook her head knowingly, "No, no, it's so delicious. I'm so touched that I want to cry."
She looked at the bowl of porridge in front of her with a tearless expression and replied duplicitously.
She decided that even if she got poisoned by eating this bowl of porridge, she would not deny his cooking skills in front of the great Satan. That would definitely be an act of committing suicide.
Nowadays, housing prices are rising and cemeteries are also expensive. She can’t afford to die!!!
Hearing what she said, Shi Jing's expression was satisfied, his thin lips outlined an evil arc, and he watched Qian Qianqian eat the bowl of porridge in one bite.
After finally finishing the bowl of porridge, Qian Qianqian breathed a sigh of relief, "Haha, I'm done eating. It's really... delicious."