Flash Marriage Sweet Wife: No. 1 Yuan from a wealthy family

Chapter 35
"Calculate."

Song Yizheng responded positively to Qin An, his generous and calm appearance made Qin An seem to see the gleaming gold.

Song Yizheng at this time, in her eyes, is extremely stalwart.

With trembling hands and a steady voice, he boldly asked, "Where do you eat at noon?"

Everyone has work for each other, it is difficult to see each other at noon, let alone cook.

But Qin Anhao has a very clear calculation in his heart.

If you get one point for cooking once, you get three times a day, which means ninety times a month, which is equal to nine thousand!

If Song Yizheng doesn't mind, she is willing to deliver lunch at noon, or even get up in the middle of the night to cook for him.

Plus laundry!
No matter how much there is, anyway, a local tyrant like Song Yizheng has already opened his mouth, so he is not short of money.

When Qin Anhao mentioned noon, Song Yizheng stopped suddenly, stirred the coffee in his hand, and with a fleeting smile, he replied calmly: "I occasionally have lunch with my co-workers at noon, you can go to eat, or Count...points."

After all, Song Yizheng looked at Qin Anhao, thinking that she would nod and agree without hesitation.

But Qin Anhao suddenly suppressed the joy on his face, and replied with embarrassment: "You guys, I don't want to get involved, alas, I'm going to cook."

After all, Qin An turned around and wanted to go back to the kitchen to continue cooking.

Song Yizheng suddenly reached out and grabbed her before she turned around.

That slight force clasped Qin Anhao's wrist, and it hurt a lot.

He clasped her hand tightly, with an angry look on his face, staring at her deeply, his lips moved, and wanted to say something, but in the end he let go of Qin Anhao's hand, and raised his voice lightly. He said, "Go and cook."

Qin An hurriedly withdrew his hand, stared at Song Yizheng, and went into the kitchen defensively to continue cooking.

Although I have seen a lot of things like cooking, others can make flowers, but when it is my turn, it will always be a bit unsatisfactory.

Qin Anhao cooked three dishes and one soup.

Chrysanthemum, Chinese cabbage, Chinese cabbage, egg soup.

It looks like it is fried.

But as soon as Song Yizheng came to the table and was about to eat, he stared at a table of dishes and raised his handsome brows lightly, and asked calmly, "Vegetarian?"

Chinese cabbage, Chinese cabbage, chrysanthemum?

What is the difference between these three dishes?
Hearing this, Qin Anhao clenched his chopsticks tightly, pointed to the egg soup and replied, "Isn't there an egg?" After pointing, Qin Anhao picked up vegetables and ate.

The taste is very ordinary, very ordinary!
Speaking of egg soup, Song Yizheng looked squarely at it, finally picked up the spoon, moved it, and finally put it back, looked at Xiaobaicai, and said unhurriedly: "Zero points."

"Didn't you say one to one hundred?"

As soon as Song Yizheng's voice fell, Qin Anhao immediately stopped eating and stared at Song Yizheng, annoyed at this man's breaking his promise.

Song Yizheng raised his head and glanced at Qin Anhao, then withdrew his gaze, and replied with a stern face: "You pay attention to the balance of your meals, what are you cooking?"

Although he was talking about something, his hands didn't stop moving, and Song Yizheng started to eat.

Qin Anhao listened dissatisfied, didn't consider that the person in front of her was someone she wanted to please, suddenly raised her voice, and said, "What can you cook?"

The words seemed to be challenging, and the eyes were cold.

Hearing this, Song Yizheng stopped eating without haste.

Qin Anhao was so frightened that Song Yizheng was upset.

But then he got up gracefully and walked into the kitchen.

Seeing Song Yizheng suddenly enter the kitchen, Qin Anhao also put down his chopsticks to have a look.

Song Yizheng took a piece of beef and the ingredients.

then……

Without hesitation, I started cooking.

When Song Yizheng was cutting vegetables, his straight figure stood there, motionless.

Qin Anhao suddenly had a very strange feeling in his heart, his forehead went numb, he hurriedly turned around, didn't speak, went back to the restaurant, and continued to eat.

She drank two bowls of soup and ate a bowl of white rice, and she felt full. Song Yizheng, who had entered the kitchen, came out at this time.

He made a plate of fried beef slices with onions, which were very bright in color and very fragrant.

Staring at the plate of beef, Qin Anhao raised his head and looked at Song Yizheng who had already sat down slowly.

Song Yizheng didn't look at him directly, and continued to eat.

The current situation is very strange, Qin Anhao hesitated, carefully stretched out his chopsticks, trying to pick up a piece of beef to taste.

The beef was caught very smoothly, and when it was put into the mouth, it was burned.

but.

Does not affect the taste of the beef.

very delicious.

At least it is much more appetizing than the vegetarian dishes that Qin Anhao cooked.

Qin Anhao, who was already full, kept silent and added another bowl of rice to himself.

Compared to before, Qin Anhao's meals are much quieter and more refined.

Her goal was the plate of beef.

After the beef was finished, Qin Anhao couldn't eat it anymore, so he put down the bowl in his hand, and then raised his eyes to face up to the other dishes.

But he was surprised to find that all the dishes on the table were eaten.

But she hardly touched other dishes!

So, was it the man sitting across from her who ate it?

Qin Anhao, who realized it later, felt embarrassed, stood up hurriedly, put away the bowl, and said softly in his mouth: "I put away the bowl, you... go take a bath first, I, I will help you wash clothing."

After all, Qin An quickly stacked the bowls on the table.

He turned directly into the kitchen.

The bowl was thrown into the dishwasher, and when he turned back to wipe the table again, he realized that Song Yizheng had already gone to take a shower.

After wiping the table, Qin Anhao washed his hands, took out his mobile phone, and first called the dry cleaner to make an appointment to pick up the clothes there.

The response from the other side was that they were off work and could be sent to wash tomorrow morning.

No one came to the dry cleaner, so Qin Anhao thought it would be okay to deliver the laundry tomorrow.

But wait for Song Yizheng to come out of the shower.

But the man threw a lot of clothes into her arms, pointed to the southeast corner of the room, and reminded: "Wash the clothes over there, you can wash them by hand."

After finishing speaking, Song Yizheng turned around, went into the kitchen to pour himself a glass of water, and went back to the room again.

His appearance is natural and strange, and it seems that this kind of behavior of ordering people has already become a habit of life.

Qin Anhao hugged a pile of clothes and stared at Song Yizheng for a long time.

In the end, I had no choice but to exhale and breathe in, and walked towards the southeast corner to find the laundry room.

When washing Song Yizheng's clothes, Qin Anhao took his own clothes in for washing; there were seven or eight pieces of Song Yizheng's clothes inside and out, and Qin Anhao only had one.

Speaking of it, helping people to wash clothes has such a weird feeling.

But when you think about your wallet, you feel much better!

After entering the laundry room, Qin Anhao first looked around. The equipment was quite complete, and there was a south-facing balcony next to the laundry room, which was completely customized for washing clothes.

In the past, the balcony of Qin Anhao's house faced west. Although it was not without sunlight, the effect was certainly not as good as facing south.

After seeing the laundry room, Qin Anhao didn't choose to wash clothes standing up.

Standing is too tiring.

I found a basin, and I wanted to wet all the clothes in one basin.

But suddenly, as if thinking about something, he put his clothes aside and washed them separately from Song Yizheng's.

As soon as she took off her clothes, Song Yizheng came in suddenly. His tall figure blocked a lot of light.

(End of this chapter)