Uncle Sheng Chong: The sweet wife is very sweet and not cute

Chapter 510 The feeling of the waves

At noon the next day, Zhang Qingying inexplicably cooked a portion of bullwhip soup alone. Xiao Ai pointed to the dark thing in the middle and asked naively, "What kind of soup is this? I want to eat it too, Mama Zhang."

Zhang Qingying immediately stopped Xiao Ai's hand: "This... this is a soup for boys to strengthen their health. We women can't drink it well."

"This is only for men?" Xiao Ai looked at the pot of soup with some regrets: "Is there any soup that only us women can drink?" Xiao Ai asked brightly.

What if Yun Qingrang became proud of her because of this pot of soup again?
Zhang Qingying scratched her head: "It seems not."

After talking a few words casually with Xiao Ai to confuse this topic, Zhang Qingying and Xiao Ai started to eat. During the meal, even when Xiao Ai just came yesterday, Zhang Qingying did not have the enthusiasm for her today. After a bite of rice, I need to pick up a bunch of vegetables for Xiao Ai: "Xiao Ai also worked hard yesterday, and she seems to have lost a lot of weight."

She was already ready to welcome her grandchildren, but she never expected Xiao Ai to be such an active woman.

Therefore, she must let the little hobbies take good supplements and nourish the body a lot, so that they will be nutritious when they have children in the future.

"Does Xiao Ai not like the pig's knuckle soup I made today?" Zhang Qingying looked at the small soup bowl, pretending to be a little sad.

Xiao Ai swallowed her saliva, looked at the bowl of soup, shed tears in her heart: "It's delicious."

It was really delicious, but this was already the fifth bowl. As long as she had just finished drinking a bowl, Zhang Qingying would sit up directly from the stool and serve her another bowl.

"It's just...how much pig's foot soup do you have left?" Zhang Qingying doesn't like leftover soup, and always cooks the soup by looking at the amount. Xiao Ai drank five bowls, but Zhang Qingying said there was no more soup.

"There are still a lot. If Xiao Ai thinks it's not enough, I can do it again." Zhang Qingying stood up and wanted to go to the kitchen again.

"No, no, no, no need." Xiao Ai stood up from the stool holding her stomach, and called Zhang Qingying: "I can't eat anymore."

"Why can't I eat it!" Zhang Qingying squeezed Xiao Ai's fleshy arm: "Look at how thin you are! You must put on a good body, and in the future..." It will be easy to have a baby.

Halfway through the speech, Zhang Qingying fell silent, almost slipping the tongue.

"What's going to happen in the future?" Xiao Ai asked curiously.

"No." Zhang Qingying immediately waved her hand: "I mean it's fine if you're full, please go and deliver some food to Qing Rang."

"No trouble." As soon as Xiao Ai heard that she could finally leave, she immediately picked up the thermos bucket and Yun Qingrang's exclusive soup on the table, and walked out of the door quickly without looking back.

Because she had already been here yesterday, and she left in such an eye-catching way, even if she didn't need the secretary to come down to pick her up this time, Xiao Ai took the elevator all the way to the floor where Yun Qingrang's office was located without any hindrance.

It's the same on both sides. Xiao Ai got lost and walked to the end of the meeting room, then turned around and walked to the other side. After a little twists and turns, she found Yun Qingrang's office.

The company still has 10 minutes to get off work, and Xiao Ai went in with the thermos. The secretary looked down at a document with Yun Qingrang, pointing at the document with her jaded finger from time to time, and said something in fluent English .

Because she bent down and lowered her head, it appeared that the woman's chest was bigger. Xiao Ai looked down at herself again. Although she was not small, she didn't have the turbulent feeling like others.

(End of this chapter)