Black-bellied Bamboo Horse: Xiaoqingmei, I can't eat enough!

Chapter 1229 Unexpected visitor
Being dragged to take two photos outside the small bookstore, Wang Zhi and the others immediately went to the next stop.

There is nothing to say about the rest of the filming, judging from Wang Zhi's own reaction...

Boredom, work, just work!

"What do you want to eat tonight?" On the way back, Wang Qing asked them while looking at her phone.

Wang Zhiqing leaned on the back of the chair, looking a little tired: "I don't want to eat, I want to sleep."

Wang Qing put down her phone, glanced at her and said sincerely, "Zhi Zhi, I'm asking about Shu Shu, I know you don't have the heart to have dinner with us tonight."

Ok……

Why do you always feel that Wang Qing's words are puns?

Is she feeling wrong?
right? !
The corner of Wang Zhi's mouth twitched for a moment, and she turned her head to look out the car window.

snort!
Ignore her!

Can't afford to provoke, can afford to hide!

So, Wang Zhi listened to Wang Qing and Shu Shu discussing the serious question of what to eat for a night.

As a result, the two of them didn't discuss the reason until the car stopped at the entrance of the hotel.

Wang Zhi pursed her lips, got out of the car in a good mood, and walked towards the hotel with her hands waving.

Wang Qing couldn't help but scolded her with a smile, and then pulled Shu Shu to follow.

When Wang Zhi returned to the room, she smelled a fragrance as soon as she entered the door.

She swallowed unconsciously, and said softly, "I'm back, Mr. Jiang."

Jiang Qingyu responded first, and then walked out from the kitchen of the suite.

He also wore a blue plaid apron.

"I'm back, I made hot pot tonight, let's eat together." Jiang Qingyu said.

Wang Zhi pursed her lips, telling her rationally not to eat, but to eat hot pot at night... don't be too sinful, okay?

But the reality is...

"Okay, okay, I'll help!"

Wang Zhi put her bag on the cabinet by the door, took off her coat and was about to follow him into the kitchen.

As a result, Jiang Qingyu stood in front of her like a door, looked down at her and said, "Go drink some water and rest for a while, it will be all right."

"Ah?" Wang Zhi's face was a little red, she waved her hands and waited to eat... This is not good!
Jiang Qingyu smiled at her involuntarily, then went into the kitchen by himself and closed the door.

Wang Zhi blinked her eyes, the blush on her face was a little thick.

He's actually... pretty good.

It's really good.

It's quite warm.

When she is sick, she will take good care of her and cook for her.

Except that his status is too high, everything else is actually pretty good.

identity……

Thinking of this, Wang Zhi sighed helplessly.

She is no longer jealous of other people's good family girls when she was young, it's just that her experience has made her see more clearly.

It sounds like a normal thing for a female star to marry into a wealthy family.

However, according to what she has learned, no female star has a good result after marrying into a wealthy family.

Either quit the circle and focus on having children, or Jian Tianer clarified to the reporter that her husband was just acting on the spot, or he was exploited for his fame and value, and was kicked away when it was useless.

Wang Zhi's eyes drooped slightly, she gave a helpless chuckle, then walked towards the room, and quickly changed into a casual outfit.

She didn't remove her makeup, but tied her long hair into a ponytail and tied it behind her head, which matched her light makeup very well.

When Jiang Qingyu brought the induction cooker and the boiling mandarin duck pot to the dining table, he turned around and saw Wang Zhi in a refreshing dress.

She looks pretty and is dressed in a refreshing manner, like a college student who hasn't graduated yet.

Seeing Wang Zhi like this, Jiang Qingyu was a little dazed for a moment, and even forgot to put down the pot in his hand.

Wang Zhi walked briskly to his side, said with a smile, "I'm much better, is there any work left?"

Jiang Qingyu came back to his senses, cleared his throat, put the induction cooker and pot on the table, and then said: "It's nothing, everything is ready, wait for me."

Can he say that he originally planned to cook after shopping?

Can he say that he walked around the kitchen for at least fifty times in order to wait for Wang Zhi to come back from work?
Well, he wasn't going to say it.

He just smiled so faintly, put down the pot, pushed Wang Zhi to the seat and sat down, and he went back and forth several times, bringing up the dishes.

The bowls and chopsticks were all borrowed from the hotel, with a circle of silver white plates embedded in them, and the vegetables and meat on them were arranged very neatly.

Jiang Qingyu's slender hands that typed on the keyboard were equally delicate when doing such tasks.

Putting the prepared dipping ingredients in front of Wang Zhi, Jiang Qingyu took off the apron and sat opposite her.

"Eat." Jiang Qingyu said, putting meat and vegetables into the pot bit by bit.

The boiling pot stopped for a while before continuing to boil.

The mandarin duck pot is half white and half red, and the white half is a soup base made of fungi, but the red side is not a conventional spicy pot, but a tomato pot.

Wang Zhi looked at Jiang Qingyu in surprise after taking a bite.

Jiang Qingyu lowered his eyes, but answered as if he knew what she wanted to ask, "You are still sick and cannot eat spicy food."

Wang Zhi's heart felt warm again.

He is really warm, really.

Wang Zhi thought silently.

Wang Zhi ate in small mouthfuls, but she only ate some vegetables.

Seeing that she was about to put down her chopsticks, Jiang Qingyu's face sank.

He was about to speak when the doorbell of the room rang.

Jiang Qingyu frowned suspiciously, got up and went to the door, but when he opened the door, he saw Matthew unexpectedly.

"Huh? Why are you?" Jiang Qingyu looked at him suspiciously.

The corner of Matthew's mouth was slightly raised, watching him smile harmlessly: "I heard from Miya that you were on a business trip in London, and you just got a bottle of good wine, so I came to chat with you."

How close are they?

Worth Matthew coming over to chat with him after he's had a good bottle?
It's just that Matthew's people are here, and he can't drive them away after all.

Jiang Qingyu turned sideways slightly, nodded towards him with the corners of his mouth slightly raised, "Please come in."

Smelling the smell of hot pot in the room, Matthew raised the corners of his mouth, watched Jiang Qingyu walk in, and said as he walked, "I didn't expect you to be cooking by yourself. It's a coincidence that I came here."

When he saw Wang Zhi at the table, the smile on Matthew's face froze for a moment, and his eyes were also cold for a moment.

But immediately there was a smile on his face, he looked at Wang Zhi and said, "You are... Miya's friend, right? We met."

The corner of Wang Zhi's mouth twitched slightly, she got up and reached out to him, "Hello, my name is Wang Zhi."

Matthew gently shook her fingertips, without any change in emotion, he just put a bottle of red wine on the table.

Jiang Qingyu came over at this time, and waved at Wang Zhi, "Come here, sit here."

With that said, he pulled away the chair beside him.

The corners of Wang Zhi's mouth were raised slightly, without saying a word, she picked up her own bowl and sat on the chair Jiang Qingyu had pulled out.

(End of this chapter)