Ex-wife strategy: Mr. Fu wants to spoil me

Jiang Liu has been immersed in this circle for a long time, and he has never seen anyone with his background. Rare things are more valuable.

The less Shen Muye cared about her, the more she couldn't let him go.

As the saying goes, if you want to capture a man's heart, you must first capture his stomach.

During the day, she worked as a waiter at a hot pot restaurant, thinking about Shen Muye in her heart, but she really persisted.

In the evening, she went back to her apartment to practice her cooking skills, but she had never done this since she was a child. After three days of practice, she could only make one bowl of tomato noodles.

She took a photo of the tomato noodles and sent it to Shen Muye.

【Have you eaten? 】

Shen Muye was in the hospital. When he saw her news, he didn't even think about it.

He grabbed Qiao Ting's hand, held it tightly, and stared at her without blinking.

The doctor came in and reminded, "It's very serious. We are only 70.00% sure about the operation. If we can invite international experts, we can be [-]% sure, but the price is very expensive, and there will be a lot of follow-up medical treatment." fee."

The doctor knew Shen Muye. After all, Qiao Ting had been staying in the hospital for a long time, and sometimes Shen Muye would come over in the middle of the night. I heard that it was not easy for a person to work multiple jobs and his parents passed away.

"I know, thanks for reminding me."

After the doctor left, Shen Muye stood up and kissed Qiao Ting on the lips.

Some things really can't be put off any longer. He sighed slightly, grabbed her hand, and spoke calmly.

"I wonder if you will blame me when you wake up."

But he had to do this, otherwise Qiao Ting would really die.

Someone else clearly deserves to die.

When leaving the hospital, he replied to Jiang Liu's text message.

[Looks pretty good. 】

An hour had passed since Jiang Liu sent this message, and she thought she would not receive a reply.

When she heard the message notification tone, her eyes instantly lit up and the corners of her mouth curled up unconsciously.

[Didn’t I say last time that I worked in a hot pot restaurant? There are a lot of fresh ingredients here every day, but I can only make noodles. Where is your home? I will send you the ingredients every day. This is with the permission of the store manager. Yes, just throw them away in the kitchen, which can save a lot of money. They are all good ingredients. If you are lucky, you can also encounter seafood. 】

Shen Muye got on the bus. When he saw this passage, his eyelashes trembled.

[Okay, address]

He sent the address.

Jiang Liu had asked his people to investigate his address a long time ago and already knew it, but it was inconvenient to come directly to the door, so he had to find an excuse. Now this excuse is quite good.

How could the manager of a hot pot restaurant let her employees take the ingredients home if she didn't know how to search? Normally, such things would be left to a few old employees with whom she had a good relationship. Newcomers like Jiang Liu would not be picked up every day. The criticisms are all good.

She couldn't stand this in the past, but probably because she wanted to take down Shen Muye so much, and thought that Shen Muye had encountered so many things and was still calm and calm now, she felt that she could do it too.

That night, she went to the supermarket to buy some fresh ingredients, ranging from meat to vegetables.

When she was carried to the door of Shen Muye's house, her palms were all red.

Entering the elevator, she saw a lot of small advertisements in the elevator, and the elevator was shaky and scary. She was always frightened.

Stopping on Shen Muye's floor, she came to the door of his room and knocked on the door.This is an old-fashioned residential area, and the doorbell has long been broken.

She specially picked this time to come over, expecting that Shen Muye probably hadn't had dinner yet.

The door was opened, and Shen Muye stood inside wearing a white sweater, his whole body seemed to be shrouded in a layer of light.

Jiang Liu's eyes flashed with surprise, and it took him a few seconds to recover.

"This is your home."

"It's a rented place."

Jiang Liu's eyes wandered around for a while. This place was smaller than her place, but it looked quite cozy. The owner of this place was very clean.

She gave him a high score in her mind again and put the bag on the table next to her.

The kitchen here is very small, only big enough for one person to turn around, and it will feel crowded if there are more people.

Shen Muye opened the bag and took a few glances, a little surprised.

"Beef is quite expensive, isn't it? Is there even any beef left?"

"Yeah, I'm lucky today. I heard that this beef is imported and flown from New Zealand. It's sold at a premium."

She had people investigate Shen Muye's whereabouts. He only went to the supermarket once a week. He only bought tofu and eggs for protein, and rarely bought expensive meat. He was very frugal.

The pockets he usually carries outside have advertisements printed on them.

Such a person should have a low self-esteem, but when he saw him dealing with the big money in the Sky Corridor, he didn't have that sense of humility in him. It was probably this temperament that attracted Jiang Liu.

"Shen Muye, can you cook?"

"meeting."

Jiang Liu sat down on the chair in an instant, "I have brought you so many ingredients, can you let me have a meal?"

Shen Muye glanced at her a few times, then carried the ingredients into the kitchen.

When I was with Qiao Ting in the past, he almost always did the cooking. This cooking skill was all trained by Qiao Ting.

Qiao Ting grew up with him, and since their parents passed away, they have been dependent on each other.

He dotes on her and won't let her do anything. He won't let her touch the housework, let alone cook.

Now he has to make food for Jiang Liu. He doesn't look very good, but he still does it very seriously.

When the three dishes and one soup came out, Jiang Liu's eyes lit up.

As soon as I took a bite, I wanted to propose to him. It was so delicious.

"Shen Muye, you are so awesome. Is there anything you can't do?"

Her eyes wandered around the room again. This small room was filled with books. There was no TV. There was a simple bookshelf on the most conspicuous wall. The bookshelf was full of financial books.

She was a little surprised, thinking that this poor boy didn't know much about this kind of knowledge. She didn't expect that he would still read at home.

The more she looked at Shen Muye, the more pleasing she became, as if God had pinched a person according to her preferences and then sent him to her. (End of chapter)