Although he was doubtful in his heart, Ji Zimo did not show it. For him, Jiang Zhihao was the most important, and everything else had to stand aside.
It is the freedom of the person to choose what kind of wife he likes to marry. If you think about it more deeply, maybe this is a real hermit.
It may seem like nothing is remarkable, but it actually has great abilities.
Of course, Zhong Jiawei's beauty may also be an important factor. For such a beautiful wife, even if she is a commoner, many people still like her.
"You're welcome, I just had something to eat before coming here," Ji Zimo said.
"Try it, this is the fruit dish prepared by my wife, the only one in the world." Jiang Zhihao didn't want to say anything else, mixed a piece of fruit dish and handed it to Ji Zimo.
His attitude is a bit strong, and he looks like a maniac who protects his wife.
My wife wants to treat you to something to eat, and if you don’t eat it, you won’t give her face!
Ji Zimo laughed and did not refuse anymore. He took two bites, nodded slightly and said, "It's really good."
Although his praise was a bit perfunctory, Zhong Jiawei still showed a happy smile.
This is a new set of combinations that she came up with by herself based on the various recipes provided by Jiang Zhihao, thinking day and night, and she very much hopes to be recognized by the guests.
After handing Ji Zimo a tissue, Jiang Zhihao said: "I didn't expect Mr. Ji to come so early. We planned to have dinner with my cousin at noon. Otherwise, Mr. Ji should come too, and we will go find him after dinner."
That painting."
When Shao Anlan came yesterday, Zhong Jiawei was still busy with the fruit shop, so she couldn't visit her cousin immediately, and she always felt bad.
So this morning, she made an agreement with Jiang Zhihao to pick up Shao Anlan and come to the store to eat at noon, which would be considered as entertaining relatives.
Jiang Zhihao will naturally not object. As long as Zhong Jiawei is willing to do something that can make her feel happy, Jiang Zhihao will do it.
As for Ji Zimo’s paintings, are they important?
Not important at all!
As a wealthy man with a net worth of tens of billions, Ji Zimo still has some confidence in people's hearts. Since he sees that Jiang Zhihao and his wife have a deep relationship, he will naturally not ruin his mood over a meal.
"Okay, since Mr. Jiang said it, I won't bother you." Ji Zimo said: "Then do you want me to help you cut some fruit or something?"
"Let's forget it." Jiang Zhihao picked up a paper towel and wiped the juice on his hand, and said with a smile: "You are also a well-known rich man. I guess you don't usually go into the kitchen. I asked you to cut the fruit and get it.
I don't dare to sign for you. My cousin should have finished school now, and there are a lot of people here. Let's go to school to pick her up, and I'll tell you about the painting on the way."
Ji Zimo naturally wouldn't refuse anything related to the painting, and accepted it happily. After all, he was just saying it casually, but if he was asked to cut the fruit, he really didn't know how to cut it.
Not every rich person likes cooking like Jiang Zhihao. In fact, Jiang Zhihao loves life so much because of his past experiences.
Then, the two left the fruit shop together.
When he saw Jiang Zhihao's Porsche Cayenne, Ji Zimo's heart moved slightly, because when he was in the hospital, he heard Ding Pingtian say that the local who caused him trouble also drove a Porsche Cayenne.