As he said that, he pinched the tip of her little nose in a doting manner, and raised his beautiful and shallow lips.
The evil spirit was filled with a bit of tenderness that made her heart tremble.
gentle?
How could Yan Mubei have such things?
However, the New Jersey project he mentioned made Lin Qianqian feel excited and she held his finger back: "Really? Is it going to start construction?"
"Well, the construction will start next week as soon as possible." He kissed her on the face and let her go: "You have dinner tonight, and we will go out later, and we are rushing to see the government official in charge of the project."
Because construction needs to be started, some relationships must be cleared, and he will be very busy these days.
Seeing that he did not break his promise and promoted the development of the project so vigorously, Lin Qianqian felt warm and had a deep smile on her face, and was very attentive: "I've made old hot soup, and you can drink it before doing anything."
The soft and soft voice was exactly the same as his fantasy wife.
"You are making soup? You won't fool me with the chef's soup again." He hugged her shoulders and walked towards the dining room.
She served him a large bowl, held it with both hands and handed it to him: "It's really me who cooks it. I'll cook it for an afternoon, you can try it."
The soup is just right and slightly hot, so it would be better to drink it in summer.
The man swept his narrow eyes on the table. Seeing that several dishes were his favorite dishes, he understood in his heart that she had spent a lot of effort on this meal.
He looked at her sideways and smiled faintly: "I suddenly feel a little hungry, so I'd better eat first before cooking."
Upon hearing this, Lin Qianqian was very happy and knew that she had put in the right skill.
The two sat down, Lin Qianqian picked up the chopsticks, turned around the table of dishes, picked up a piece of lotus root and put it in Yan Mubei's bowl: "You try it."
Yan Mubei picked up the lotus root and put it in his mouth, took a bite, chewed it slowly a few times, frowned slightly.
This taste is not like the skills of our own chefs.
Lin Qianqian was nervous: "Isn't it delicious?"
"It's pretty good. Which restaurant did you buy it?" As he said that, he stuffed the remaining lotus root into his mouth and chewed it in big mouthfuls.
"I made it myself." She thought for a while and added: "There are all dishes I cooked myself."
"On my birthday three years ago, you suddenly said you would give me a cake to eat, but what happened?" His kitchen was burning brightly and almost asked the firefighters to come and put out the fire.
Since then, the kitchen has become a key place she strictly forbids to enter.
Last time she gave him cookies, intending to please him, and said that she made it by herself. It turned out that it was produced by the chef of the Lin family.
Want to lie to him?
There must be a spectrum.
Yan Mubei glanced at her with special contempt, put the chopsticks into the beef dish, and plucked it randomly on it, his handsome face suddenly darkened: "Lin Qianqian, you know I hate eating celery, you still call it fried celery with beef, you
Is it because I can't get along with me?"
The eldest young master began to complain. There were too many onions onions and too little oil. There were only a few dishes to eat.
Lin Qianqian started to be excited, but later she was full of black lines and blue veins.
Continuously build your mind: Don’t be sceptical to the savage and ignorant psychopath. He is an intermittent convulsion attack. You must forgive him.
Finally, Yan Mubei put the chopsticks on the table: "This dish is too unpalatable. I won't eat it anymore. Give me a spoonful of soup."
Lin Qianqian obediently took it and gave him soup.
Seeing that she didn't speak, Yan Mubei thought she might be unhappy, so she said, "Don't order meals at a small restaurant in Sanjiu next time. If you want to order, please book a happy meeting and a Yuelai Restaurant............