Marriage pet: marrying a thousand gold

Chapter 117 Boss, Mr. Qin is here! (2)
"Ah?" Zou Xiang suddenly had a bitter face, "BOSS...this is too embarrassing..."

"Why, can't you do it?" Yi Ji stared at him coldly, "It doesn't matter if you can't do it, now go to the finance department to get 200 yuan."

"Why do you need to get 200 yuan?" Zou Xiang answered boldly.

Song Qiyan gave him a rare kind smile, his lips curled up, his teeth white, "The fare for taking you back to your hometown."

Zou Xiang's face immediately collapsed. The farm in Australia is so big, it's still a year, and it's due tomorrow, so should he sleep today?
He didn't seem to be holding a bulletin like this, didn't he just say a few more words to his wife!

However, Song Qiyan ignored his pleading, straightened his suit in a leisurely manner, raised his eyebrows, and returned to the office in a light hearted mood, not forgetting his last order, "From now on, don't come in and disturb me."

After finishing speaking, without looking at Zou Xiang's late-mother face, he closed the office door with a "bang".

Song Qiyan closed the office door, and glanced through the window at Zou Xiang, who was dazed in his seat, and spat softly in his heart, next time, let's see if you dare to grab my lunch box!
But as soon as he turned his head and saw the slender white figure in the sofa area, Zou Xiang turned into a cloud in an instant.

Walking to the sofa, before he could speak, she pushed the bento box in front of him, "Aunt Hong heard what you said in the morning, so she made a copy, and I asked me to bring it along."

Song Qiyan was immediately poured over his head by a basin of ice water, and his surging blood froze into ice. Hearing her faint explanation, he subconsciously answered, "Aunt Hong did it?"

As soon as Jin Ziqi looked up, he met his eager eyes, turned his face away in embarrassment, and nodded, "Well, Aunt Hong made it, and Uncle Liu in the kitchen bought the ingredients."

Song Qiyan was like an eggplant beaten by frost, he no longer lost the enthusiasm he had at the beginning, sat on the sofa, opened the lunch box wearily, but his spirit was shaken again when he saw the food inside.

The bottom of the bento box is white rice, on the right is a piece of curry steak with a broccoli dotted on it, and on the surface of the rice is a cute poached egg, and on the far right are five fried prawns.

He held the lid of the bento box in one hand and the bento box in the other, and his mouth and nose were filled with a strong aroma of vegetables.

He raised his head inadvertently, but he caught Jin Ziqi's gaze on his face.

Jin Ziqi found himself caught straight, his face was burning hot, he pursed his lips, and tapped the steak in the bento box with his fingers, "Aunt Hong said that was a bit salty, you'd better prepare some boiling water."

Saying that, he got up and walked to the bookshelf, and began to browse the magazines on it.

Song Qiyan saw that she was unwilling to turn around to look at him again, with a look of reluctance. Although he was a little disappointed, his mood was generally passable.

Looking at the bento in his hand, covering his hungry belly, he decides to just make do with it.

Although she didn't make it with her own hands, it was still sent by her.

He took a shrimp with chopsticks and put it in his mouth. Before he could pull out the shell, Song Qiyan's expression changed suddenly.

The movement was stiff and slow, and the shrimp was spit out again, sandwiched between the chopsticks, the salty to bitter soy sauce smell remained in the mouth, and there was a faint burnt smell in the nostrils, obviously the shrimp was burnt.

Song Qiyan had a vague guess in his mind.

He glanced at Jin Ziqi who was still flipping through the magazine, and took another bite of the steak.

After chewing twice, there was a smell of blood in the mouth, and the eyebrows gradually twisted.

How well done is this steak?Five points, three points, or two points? !

But this time he didn't spit it out, turned his head, looked at the figure who was obviously a little nervous before the summer vacation, stopped chewing, and swallowed it silently.

Immediately, a strong fishy smell hit his nose, and he hurriedly took the water glass next to him and poured water to dilute the smell.

Suppressing the nausea and vomiting, Song Qiyan ate the steak that cost him half his life in one bite after another.

When Jin Ziqi turned around holding a magazine, he saw Song Qiyan stuffing a lotus leaf egg into his mouth.

I ate a little voraciously.

Looks really hungry...

The corners of Jin Ziqi's mouth curled up slightly, feeling warm in his heart, he walked back to the sofa and sat down.

"How does it taste?" After hesitating for a while, he asked cautiously.

Song Qiyan stopped his chopsticks, endured the desire to cough from being so salty, picked up the water cup and rinsed his mouth, raised his eyebrows and looked at Jin Ziqi who looked expectant, "Aunt Hong asked you to ask?"

"Uh..." Princess Jin was a little speechless, her cheeks were flushed, but she still refused to admit it, and nodded, "Aunt Hong said that if you like this taste, she will make it for you next time."

Song Qiyan almost jumped up after hearing this, and wanted to say "Don't do it to me again", but when he saw Jin Ziqi's eager expression, he had to swallow all the pain in his stomach.

He scooped up a chopstick of rice and put it into his mouth, gulping it down, "It would be better if there was no soy sauce."

This rice is so hard that you can knock your teeth. Could it be that Aunt Hong didn't help at all when she made the bento?

It turns out that he doesn't like to eat soy sauce, is it because he is afraid of the increase of melanin?
Jin Ziqi couldn't help but glanced at his skin, which was the color of wheat.

It's time to eat less soy sauce, it really doesn't look good if it gets darker...

But this time Song Qiyan really wronged Aunt Hong.

When Aunt Hong heard Jin Ziqi faltering about making lunch for Song Qiyan, she was in a hurry.

He told the chef, Uncle Liu, to prepare the ingredients, and he told the driver, Uncle, to go to the supermarket to buy bento boxes.

But you have to know that the princess of the Jin family has been taught to be independent and self-reliant since she was a child, and she has to rely on herself in everything. Even if it is her first cooking skill, she declined all offers of help.

After tossing for three or four hours, a bento went from nine in the morning to twelve at noon.

I broke more than [-] eggs, burned two pots at home, wasted a bottle of one liter of Jinlong oil, and broke five or six bowls before taking a box of bento out of the kitchen. .

In the face of such a virtuous young lady, Aunt Hong and the others dare not be picky, and it is too late to praise.

So much so that everyone ignored the fact that Jin Ziqi had never cooked.

Seeing Song Qiyan eating so hard, Jin Ziqi hesitated for a while before speaking, "Aunt Hong saw a bear bento on TV just now, and she is going to make it for you tomorrow."

Song Qiyan's hand holding the chopsticks trembled, but seeing Jin Ziqi's fair neck blushing behind his ears, his heart tightened, and the sweetness and happiness dispelled the little fear, "Okay, as long as she cooks, I will eat."

This sounded weird no matter how you heard it, but when Jin Ziqi saw the slight curvature of Song Qiyan's mouth, he waved away the confusion that had just arisen, and sat quietly waiting for him to finish eating.

(End of this chapter)