Zhan Fengling really devoured it, and in the end he even drank all the soup in the bowl. When a person is hungry, everything tastes delicious, not to mention Xiao Zichen's cooking skills are good, this bowl is really delicious
He still hasn't finished his thoughts.
"Ahem..." Zhan Fengling coughed again, hugged the small bowl to his chest, glanced at Xiao Zichen timidly, and said tentatively, "Well, Xiao Zichen, are there any more?"
Looking at her expression, Xiao Zichen knew that she was not full. He smiled helplessly, took the bowl, stood up and said, "There is more."
Upon hearing this, Zhan Fengling nodded with satisfaction, and even said with some gratitude: "Xiao Zichen, you are so kind."
Xiao Zichen's lips curled up with a touch of gentleness, and he chuckled. This little woman is too easily satisfied. She is also a silly girl for thinking he is good.
One meal is simply not enough in the eyes of many people.
"Did I say something wrong?" Zhan Fengling shook her head slightly when she saw Xiao Zichen going out. She couldn't help but have doubts. She scratched her head cutely, pouted her little mouth and began to think.
What did she say wrong? She didn't know that she had slowly opened Xiao Zichen's heart.
After eating another bowl of noodles, Zhan Fengling was truly satisfied. She held the bowl and sighed, "Xiao Zichen, people like you will not have to worry about finding a wife in the future."
Xiao Zichen raised his eyebrows and asked her in a long voice: "Why?"
"You can cook." Zhan Fengling smiled, "There are many leaders in the dark cooking world like us, so we need people like you who are handsome and can cook."
"I don't do it easily." Xiao Zichen replied.
Just like his father, he doesn't cook for ordinary women, unless they are... wives.
After the word wife came to his mind, Xiao Zichen's face became slightly gloomy, and a trace of annoyance flashed in his eyes.
Why did he think of his wife in front of Zhan Fengling?
He is only twenty-one years old, and it is not time to think about his wife.
"Xiao Zichen, why are you up so late?" Zhan Fengling asked curiously after he had eaten enough and his brain began to function normally.
"It's about work." Xiao Zichen explained concisely and comprehensively.
Zhan Fengling nodded, but quickly waved his hand and said: "Xiao Zichen, you can't do this. Although work is very important, you should also pay attention to the balance between work and rest when you are young. Otherwise, your hairline will move and you will be bald in middle age, which will also be very serious.
Troublesome."
"Do you think I will be bald in middle age?" Xiao Zichen looked at Zhan Fengling helplessly.
Zhan Fengling realized that Xiao Zichen had misunderstood. He waved his hands quickly and said with a smile: "No, what I meant... Maybe what I just said can easily be misunderstood, but believe me, Xiao Zichen, I didn't mean that. I didn't mean that you were in trouble."
I am bald for many years, I just...I just want to say that staying up late and working for a long time is really bad for your health. Xiao Zichen, please pay attention to your health."
"So, are you worried about me?" Xiao Zichen asked again, he could not help but play the wind chime.
Zhan Fengling nodded, "Of course, you are my boss, and your poor health will directly affect us."
Yes, their boss must be in good health in order to earn money to pay them wages.
She is a good employee, no matter where she is, she is a good employee.
"I thought you would care about me for other reasons." Xiao Zichen deliberately pretended to be melancholy.
Seeing this, Zhan Fengling said quickly: "Of course, I will also care about you for other reasons."