Refusing to marry a wealthy family: the young mistress fled 99 times

Jing Jiaren must not be used to foreign food, because she doesn't like sweet food.

Ximen Longting has a way to make desserts that suit Jing Jiaren's taste, and he has mastered a special method.

The stern man wore a black apron, which really went against the family man's temperament.

Ximen Longting was not born to be a man who enters the kitchen...but for Jing Jiaren, he also entered.

Wilson stood with his hands behind his back.

To be honest, he didn't understand the young master's current behavior very well, why didn't he rush forward to catch Jing Jiaren and put him by his side?He was clearly following her, but he was still far away.

But maybe a little understandable.

Ximen Longting didn't act according to his usual style, because he was afraid of making mistakes again. He couldn't find a way to love Jing Jiaren?

Just when Jing Jiaren got impatient, their food finally arrived.

One steak per person, foie gras, cream soup...

SUN was very hungry, so he immediately picked up the fork and began to chew.

There were still a few dishes not served, Jing Jiaren smiled and patted his head: "Eat slowly, no one will grab you."

"Well……"

"Is it delicious?"

SUN sat down his stomach before chewing carefully: "It's delicious."

Leng Aofeng took it directly and wiped the oil stains on his mouth.

SUN said politely, "Thank you Uncle Wolf."

Leng Aofeng's eyes deepened: "They are very different."

"You mean SUN and Ximen Longting?" Jing Jiaren smiled, "Of course, SUN was produced by me, while his father was produced by Master Ximen...the essence will be different."

Just when the waiter came to serve a fish and chips, he glanced at SUN when he heard the conversation.

SUN smacked his mouth and said, "I'm different from the old man, he just gave me a tadpole in charge."

Tadpole?Essentially different?Produced by her?

Every word is quite harsh to Ximen Longting's ears...

Cheese baked mashed potatoes and fried shrimp balls are ready, and the last creamy corn soup is left.

Ximen Longting, who was obviously in a bad mood, grabbed a big handful of salt and sprinkled it in...

"Young master, did you just let a load of salt go?"

Ximen Longting coldly dropped the equipment, grabbed the apron on his body, and threw it aside.

The cook quickly filled up the soup and sent it outside.

Jing Jiaren, didn't you once say that you can eat my cooking?

Ximen Longting sat on the chair coldly——

He once took her to Papa Jing's restaurant, and she immediately recognized that it was papa Jing's.She said that day that she could also taste his craftsmanship.

The thumb and index finger turned the ring at hand, and the cold light of the diamond pierced into his heart...

Ximen Longting's eyes hurt secretly, woman, you have the guts to eat it!

I saw that the last soup was also served...

Jing Jiaren picked up the fork and prepared to start.

The food of foreigners is on the sweet side. She just heard the name and thought so. She was afraid that she might not be used to it, so she asked the waiter to prepare a small dish of hot sauce in advance.

She slathered the steak with a slather of hot sauce and sprinkled pepper...and it tasted good.

"The Queen drinks the soup, and the Sun Sheng."

"Come on, milk is put in at first sight, and this cream soup is put in cream..."

Cream soup is added to make the soup thicker, richer in taste and nutrition.

SUN frowned: "But SUN drank it, it's slightly sweet, not greasy at all."