Lord Wen's goblin is a full-scale boss

Chapter 297 Cooking rice is full of color, the soul in Master Wen's body
Jiang Zhiyan's apartment.

"Brother, dinner is ready."

Coming out of the kitchen, the little cook Fei Yin put the last dish on the table, and did not forget to call Jiang Zhiyan who was busy with work in the study.

It's the weekend, and others are taking advantage of the weekend to relax and reward themselves, but it's my brother who works hard and refuses to let himself go.

After the rice was ready, Fei Yin picked up scrambled eggs with chives and scrambled a mouthful of the rice, then turned to look in the direction of the study, but there was no movement.

He hesitated, put down the bowl and chopsticks and got up.

'Knock knock knock', there was a knock on the door, and Jiang Zhiyan looked up from the computer.

Taking off his glasses, rubbing his sore brows, Jiang Zhiyan said, "Come in."

Fei Yin pushed the door open, stood at the door and leaned against the door, "Brother, it's late at night, you should be busy with work after dinner."

He thought Jiang Zhiyan was busy with work, but he didn't know that Jiang Zhiyan was surfing the Internet and watching gossip news.

After putting away the glasses, Jiang Zhiyan turned off the computer and got up, "Let's go, talk while eating."

At the dining table, Jiang Zhiyan drank chicken soup, tasted steamed eight-treasure fish, scrambled eggs with chives, and fried water spinach one by one.

Being praised, Fei Yin shrugged and gnawed on a chicken leg, "Brother, what do you want to say to me?"

Jiang Zhiyan saw that Fei Yin was chewing deliciously, so he didn't forget to get himself a big chicken leg and chew on it, "Do you have any plans for tomorrow morning?"

Throwing the gnawed bones on the table, Fei Yin picked up the water spinach and ate, "No, what's wrong?"

Hearing that he said no, Jiang Zhiyan spat out his broken bones, "Then accompany me to a place, starting at 09:30 tomorrow morning."

"Where to go?"

"DW arena."

After hearing this, Fei Yin instantly understood, and he looked at Jiang Zhiyan, "Is there a racing competition?"

"Yeah." In response, Jiang Zhiyan ate the rice and scrambled eggs with chives. It was delicious, "Master Wen's little wife Wuyao and the car god M's locomotive duel."

It was not a gossip news worth paying attention to, but he checked Wu Yao in his spare time.

Some pictures popped up, he looked at Wu Yao, he looked very much like Nian Yao.

Although one is showing his face and the other is wearing a half-face mask, but the proportions of the body, the gestures of the hands, seem to be the same person.

Another point is that the man next to her, who is as beautiful as pearls and jade, looks like a boss.

He read the comments from netizens, saying that the two of them are some kind of tyrant's little wife, or some kind of Mr. Wen's...

No matter what it was, these two people had attracted his attention, and it was necessary for him to verify it himself.

Fei Yin didn't think too much, and nodded in agreement: "Okay, I happen to be craving the hot pot at the DW restaurant. After we finish watching the game, I treat you to the hot pot as a reward for agreeing to let me stay."

After hearing Fei Yin's words, Jiang Zhiyan looked at him with a gentle smile, "Okay."

He thought: He would like it more than treating him to a hot pot or making a promise with his body.

In the corner of the living room, Canaan Xiang, who got out of the crystal ball, looked at the scene of the dining table.

I don't know if it's her illusion, but she thinks that Jiang Zhiyan's eyes on Fei Yin are not quite right.
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Manse appeared on the fifth day, just in time for the fifth day to eat.

He is very greedy for the food that Fifth Day eats, which are all good things that are rich in aura and prolong life.

"Nan Xing, add some tableware for me."

After talking to Nan Xing at the side, he sat down and looked at Wu Yao who was tasting wine, "Why is your husband's breath the same as ours?"

The self-cooked man poured wine for himself, took a full sip, and was so satisfied that his bones were crisp.

Nan Xing took the bowls and chopsticks and put them on the table, turned around and left with Su Mu.

Fifth Yao drank wine, and said in a lazy voice, "He lives in Wen Tao's body."

A glass of wine fell into his stomach, and Manse poured another glass, "Are you sure?"

"It can't be wrong." Wuyao's expression remained unchanged as the strong wine entered his throat, and his voice was cold: "I have never forgotten his breath, it is engraved in my bones."

(End of this chapter)