"Eat, of course you have to eat. If someone treats you, you won't eat for free." Tang Zhan walked to the dining table and sat down, but his eyes never left Zhao Haitang. He could guess that Zhao Haitang was probably planning something.
After he and Lu Ziqiao came over.
Chen Meijia kept staring at Lu Ziqiao: "I remember, didn't you say you would prepare a love breakfast for me?"
Zhang Wei was surprised and said: "What love breakfast? Zi Qiao wants to cook?"
Chen Meijia knows Lu Ziqiao too well, so she probably didn't do it: "Two days ago, I set up a flag to make a crib, but after three minutes of heat, nothing was done. I laughed at him yesterday, but he was not convinced and insisted.
Make a love breakfast and save face in front of me."
"Now you see."
"Where's love?"
"Where's breakfast?"
"Nothing was done again."
Lu Ziqiao was very embarrassed: "Isn't Zhao Haitang treating you today? I'll cook it for you tomorrow morning."
"I'll spray you to death with a mouthful of salt soda." Chen Meijia glared at him: "I think you just find it troublesome."
At this time, Zhao Haitang seemed to have planned it: "Since everyone has eaten my breakfast, can you listen to what I have to say first?"
"Under Teacher Hu's severe criticism, I stayed up all night yesterday, thinking hard for a long time, and finally figured out something."
"What do you want to understand?" Zhang Wei ate something. After all, cannibals are short-tongued. He also kindly reminded: "Yifei was already angry yesterday. I'll give you a beating."
Tang Zhan wanted to hear what he would say.
He only saw Zhao Haitang giving him a proud look.
Zhao Haitang smiled: "I'm sorry that I can't design the dream home for Mr. Hu, but I will still persevere and work hard to complete my decoration plan. Even if Mr. Hu can't use it now, I don't know what day it will be.
Just put it to use.”
"If one day Dali and Tang Zhan break up, I can pursue Dali, and I can also personally decorate the home that Dali and I dream of."
"The opinions you gave yesterday were very valuable."
“What else do you think about your dream home?”
Tang Zhan really wanted to throw a chicken leg at him and make his face bleed.
He knew this guy was not well-meaning.
Yesterday, he tipped off Hu Yifei that Zhao Haitang was criticized.
What is he doing now for the decoration plan?
Make it clear that you want to use the excuse of your dream home to stimulate him.
Zhao Haitang held a notebook in his hand: "Let's chat while eating, helping me open up my imagination."
After hearing this, Chen Meijia raised her hand and looked at Lu Ziqiao provocatively: "My dream home requires a mature and stable husband."
After hearing this, Lu Ziqiao hurriedly pointed at herself.
Chen Meijia deliberately angered him: "Not as impatient as Zi Qiao."
"How can I lose my patience?" Lu Ziqiao said dissatisfied.
Chen Meijia couldn't help complaining: "You will boast about Haikou. You obviously can't even hammer nails, but you say you want to make a crib."
“You obviously don’t even know how to cook, so why do you want to make breakfast with love?”
"After praising Haikou, I forgot about it in three minutes."
Lu Ziqiao felt guilty: "Is it that exaggerated?"
Curry Sauce ate something, thought for a while and nodded: "It's true, last time you said you were going to the gym to live broadcast the iron dance to increase the sales of small cakes, but you gave up within three days."
"And I follow a female anchor who weighs 180 pounds. She insisted on aerobics for three months and successfully gained weight from 180 pounds to 250 pounds."