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

"Facing that 30-year-old man every day, won't you lose your appetite?" Ximen Longting slandered his rival in disdain.

Jing Jiaren raised her eyebrows: "Wait, aren't you 30 years old?"

Why call someone an old man?

Ximen Longting's hand paused, and the cucumber slices flew out.

"No matter how old I am, I'm still young!"

Double standard.cheeky!

Ximen Longting prepared all the ingredients, ready to put into the pot, and turned on the side suction range hood: "Jing Jiaren, how do you use it?"

Jing Jiaren said contemptuously: "Aren't you very good, you know what he knows."

"I can't use such a cheap thing, come and teach me."

"..."

"Come here," Ximen Longting stared sideways at her, "Or do you want me to carry you here?"

Jing Jiaren took a deep breath, she always had nothing to do with Ximen Longting, no matter how much she wanted to push him away, as long as he stuck to her and wouldn't let her go, she would only be compromised by him.

After turning on the range hood and the stove, Ximen Longting picked up the washed pot and put it on: "Where is the oil?"

"How do I know? Find it yourself!"

"there."

"Since you know, why don't you ask me?"

"I like to see you work hard for me...bring me the oil."

Jing Jiaren didn't bother to pay attention to him, but she hugged her in her arms, pressed her ear and kissed her ear.

"Okay, I'll get the oil!" Jing Jiaren said with reluctance.

When Ximen Longting let her go, he kissed her on the forehead: "Good girl."

Together with Ximen Longting, he completed this breakfast. Braised pork spaghetti, as well as a bunch of ingredients such as tomatoes, cucumbers, and potatoes. spicy oil.

This combination of Chinese and Western is definitely the first time I have seen it.

Jing Jiaren looked very appetizing, her stomach was growling unbelievably...

"Don't move, I'll serve it." Ximen Longting held a plate in one hand, "If you really want to do something for me, go get two pairs of chopsticks."

Jing Jiaren picked up the chopsticks and sat down. Ximen Longting lifted the lid again and poured the boiled milk.

"Jing Jiaren, wait for me to eat together!"

Jing Jia didn't bother to pay attention to him, picked up a noodle with chopsticks, put it into his mouth tentatively and took a bite.

"what about the taste?"

"So-so." She said against her will, but put a whole noodle into her mouth.

Ximen Longting came over with two glasses of milk: "In it, I added hangover soup, did you eat it?"

"..."

"Honey is added to the milk." Ximen Longting put down a large glass, "Honey also sobers up the hangover. Milk can protect your gastric mucosa to a certain extent. Next time, don't drink such strong alcohol?!" What if you burn your stomach? !

[Honey contains a kind of fructose that most fruits do not contain, which can promote the decomposition and absorption of alcohol. 】

Jing Jiaren's heart tightened, his words warmed her whole body like milk, making her warm and comfortable.

Ximen Longting's gentleness mixed with domineering made her especially useful.

Jing Jiaren ate it with hot sauce. The sweet and sour sauce was especially to her liking.

Ximen Longting didn't eat, but leaned on the chair, staring at her closely.

Jing Jiaren was stared unnaturally: "Are you going to eat or not? If you don't eat, go back!"

"You haven't said it's delicious."

"..."

"I'll make it for you every day from now on?"

"It's fresh to eat once in a while, but to eat every day—you'll get tired of it."