If she had known earlier, she wouldn't have said that she would save the bowl of fried rice for dinner. Looking at the cart full of ingredients, Xiang Ziyuan couldn't help but swallow her saliva and tried to save her words: "You can eat so much by yourself? Not as good as me.
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Before she could finish her words, Zuo Zimo looked at her with a half-smile but said, "Who said I ate it alone?"
"But you just..." You clearly said there would be no guests coming.
The gap between Zuo Zimo's eyes became tighter, and he said in a conspiratorial manner: "If there are no guests coming, you can be one of our own."
"One of our own?" Xiang Ziyuan was stunned for a moment, and an answer quickly emerged in her mind.
Seeing that the other person was shopping for groceries and wanted to cook the food himself, there was no doubt that it was that person.
This was the first time Xiang Zimo saw Zuo Zimo cooking, and she didn't expect that his cooking skills were unexpectedly good. Although it was just a few ordinary home-cooked dishes, each one looked full of color, flavor and flavor.
I guess a lot of thought was put into it.
Xiang Ziyuan has been sitting on the sofa in the living room since she came back, watching Zuo Zimo busy in and out of the kitchen alone. She also said she wanted to help, but he refused.
Zuo Zimo insisted on cooking alone, probably to show his sincerity.
Xiang Ziyuan became more and more envious of the person who made him willing to cook. He must be someone he liked very much and was very important to him. Thinking of this, in addition to envy, there was also a hint of jealousy in his heart.
She was actually jealous of the person who let him cook with his own hands.
Xiang Ziyuan held the remote control, changed the channels absentmindedly, and looked into the kitchen from time to time.
Seeing the guy bringing the prepared dishes to the table, her stomach suddenly made a growling sound. Then she remembered that she hadn't eaten lunch yet.
I'm really hungry now!
"Let's eat together later!" Zuo Zimo heard the voice and glanced towards her, with a deep smile in his eyes.
"OK!"
Xiang Ziyuan immediately stretched out her feet to find her slippers, her eyes sparkling like a wolf looking for food. However, before she could even find the two slippers, she heard the doorbell ringing outside. Her search for shoes was paused.
After a moment, she remembered that the dishes on the table were specially prepared by him for another woman, and she felt sad at that moment.
He raised his head, forced an unnatural smile at Zuo Zimo and said, "No need. You guys can eat slowly. I think I'd better go back to the room first."
He invited his wife to dinner, and it seemed a bit inappropriate for him to be there.
It's also her fault. When she heard in the supermarket that he was going to invite someone home for dinner, she should have found a place to avoid it instead of following him back stupidly and watching him cook for so long.
, stupidly stayed to act as a thousand-watt light bulb. Now, even if I want to leave, I can’t leave.
Zuo Zimo looked at her, smiled meaningfully and said, "Are you afraid of something?"
"What do I have to be afraid of?" Xiang Ziyuan retorted subconsciously.
Joke, even if he has to be afraid, he should be afraid, right?
After all, there is a woman living in my husband's house. No woman would be able to treat her calmly and rationally. If she mistakenly thinks that he is hiding in a golden house, he will not be able to explain it clearly with ten mouths.
At this time, he should prefer her to disappear.
Who knew that Zuo Zimo raised his eyebrows and said without any scruples: "Then sit down and eat together. The microwave oven at home is broken, you don't really plan to eat that bowl of fried rice, do you? You are not afraid of getting a bad stomach.
, I’m also worried that others will say that I mistreat my employees.”