After being sent to the group show by rich parents, I exploded

Chapter 353 I Have a Question to Ask You

The warm air flow brought up by the words sprayed on her face, scorching Feng Yasong's little face flushed, like a perfectly ripe peach.

Her butterfly-like eyelashes trembled slightly, and she said in her heart that she never knew that you would be a peerless scumbag who stepped on two boats!
Otherwise, let alone eating the meal he sent, she would refuse to have any interaction with him from the very beginning!
Considering that the matter has not been fully clarified, it is a bit premature to give him the death sentence.Feng Yasong lowered her eyelashes, but finally swallowed back the words that came to her lips.

Just as he was thinking about how to confuse this problem, Zhong Jingchen had already stretched out his hand, grabbed her by the back collar and pushed her out of the kitchen.

Don't mention how domineering the tone of the beak is!

He said: "Go honestly and sit outside and wait for dinner. Our family does not have the habit of letting women into the kitchen."

He took out his phone and clicked on the memo.

Pick a few dishes that can be cooked from the "Wish List of Troubleshooters" that he peeped from his circle of friends before, wash his hands and start working!
Although Feng Yasong's request for help was rejected, he didn't really have the nerve to go to the living room to watch TV.

Instead, propping his chin with one hand, he sat on the high stool next to the island platform, watching him cook with curiosity on his face.

The sleeves of the men's home clothes were rolled up, revealing smooth and strong lines of the arms, which contained an infinite sense of strength.

He obviously has a decisive ice face, but when he does housework, he is not unfamiliar, on the contrary, he is neat and meticulous.

After picking out the shrimp line, the shrimp is cut open with scissors, placed on a plate covered with vermicelli, poured with minced garlic choked with oil, and steamed in a pan.

Ten minutes later, a dish of open-back shrimp with garlic vermicelli was served on the table.

Peel and dice the tomato, stir-fry the ginger and garlic with the oil until fragrant, then put in the cleaned enoki mushroom and blanched beef roll.

After seasoning and cooking all the ingredients, a simple and delicious beef roll with golden needle in tomato sauce is complete.

In addition, there are steamed pork ribs, stir-fried vegetables, seaweed egg drop soup...

He was unhurried and thoughtful.

The previous dish is still cooking in the pot, and the ingredients for the next dish have been prepared in advance.

You can even find time to clean the stove and wipe the cooking table.

Don't mention how pleasing to the eye and mind that smooth and smooth appearance is!
I can see that every time I go to the kitchen, it is like a war. Either I forget to prepare this kind of ingredients, or I forget to put that kind of ingredients. I can grind a meal for several hours, and the things I make are as elegant as dark dishes, and my face is ashamed. famous.

While sighing at myself, my heart became more and more sad and indignant!
Such a good man, what is it that he can't think about, so he brings her, the current ambiguous object, to the house of the dead goddess of secret love for dinner!
Except for the shortcoming of not forgetting the dead Fengya while being ambiguous with her, he really poked at every point of her aesthetics!
But then again, if he can really forget about the goddess who has had a crush on the goddess for many years in just a few months, it seems a little too ruthless...

Feng Yasong was so entangled and awkward that he almost fainted, and he didn't figure out why.

And in the moment when she was wandering in the sky, Zhong Jingchen had already brought all the delicious dishes on the table one by one.

After filling the rice again and setting the tableware, he tapped Feng Yasong's forehead lightly, and his smiling voice was as loving as he wanted: "Don't be stupid, come and wash your hands and eat."

Feng Yasong let out an 'oh', wandered absent-mindedly into the kitchen, and turned on the faucet on the cooking table.

When she came out after washing her hands, Chong Jingchen had already placed two goblets and a bottle of red wine on the dining table.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, he looked at her with a smile: "There are drinks in the refrigerator, you can take whatever you want."

Feng Yasong had no choice but to turn back. After struggling for a while between orange juice, milk, coconut juice, cola, cocktails and other drinks, he finally chose cola.

After putting the Coke on the dining table, Feng Yasong took his seat.

Chong Jingchen took the initiative to pick up the Coke, unscrewed the bottle cap for her, and poured it into the goblet with a sense of ritual.

Then he picked up the goblet that had already been poured with red wine in front of him, his shiny black eyes were so gentle that water could almost drip.

Half joking and half serious: "In order to thank you for helping me find the cat, let me toast you first?"

He suddenly became so polite, Feng Yasong couldn't get used to it.

While raising the goblet to clink glasses with him, he corrected in a serious manner: "I picked up the cat directly, and I didn't do anything except send you a few messages, so let's just thank you. One glass is my housewarming celebration."

Chong Jingchen did not refute, and after saying a few auspicious words to congratulate the housewarming, he drank the red wine in the goblet in one gulp.

Although Feng Yasong can't drink, he is still very generous. He hugged the fat house happy water in the goblet for a long time before he started to eat.

Although limited by the available ingredients and time, Zhong Jingchen cooks simple and quick home-cooked dishes, but the taste is not greatly compromised by the short cooking time.

While Feng Yasong was eating with satisfaction, the villain in his heart once again sighed: Such a good man, why can't he think about it, so he would bring the current ambiguous object to the house of the deceased crush goddess to eat, drink, and talk about love? !
It's not like he can't afford another house!
Why does it have to be this set?

And he didn't even cover it up, maybe she didn't know that he still had feelings for Fengya, right?

Thinking about it, Feng Yasong gradually lost his appetite.

After hastily taking a few mouthfuls of rice, he put down the bowl and chopsticks.

"Eat slowly, I'm full."

Zhong Jingchen fed her for so long during the finals, and he still has a lot of appetite for her.

Subconsciously asked her: "Why are you full? Is today's meal not to your liking?"

And the more meticulous he is, the more uncomfortable Feng Yasong feels.

It feels like a worthless rock, no matter how much dirt you get on your body, no one cares.

And he happened to be a piece of high-quality suet white jade, because of a small flaw, the value of the whole piece of jade was greatly reduced.

It will only make people more distressed!

Feng Yasong shook his head, "It's not about food, but...but..."

She hesitated to speak for a while, but she still couldn't restrain her desire for knowledge. She raised her eyes and looked directly at his gentle smiling eyes, which seemed to drown people in them, and said firmly: "I have a problem." I want to ask you."

As everyone knows, from the moment he decided to bring her back, Zhong Jingchen was already mentally prepared to confess everything to her at any time.

(End of this chapter)