I'm just a little white face who doesn't need to fight

Chapter 6 What Do You Mean?

A pot full of preserved egg and lean meat porridge was eaten up by Su Muyan and Liu Zhiqing!

Both of them are rich women, and they have never tasted delicacies from mountains and seas, but at this moment, when faced with a pot of extremely ordinary rice porridge, they gobble it up.

Even Liu Zhiqing, who had always hated preserved eggs, ignored the strange smell of preserved eggs and ate several pieces.

After eating, the two touched their stomachs without any image, still wanting more.

Su Muyan even hiccupped, and Liu Zhiqing quickly put on a straight face: "Yanyan, pay attention to your image, don't hiccup. Also, go brush your teeth!"

Su Muyan pouted: "My sister is too strict, and there are no outsiders here. As for brushing your teeth, it's the same after breakfast. It's just a matter of habit. Japanese people brush after breakfast..."

"Okay, okay, don't talk about these nonsense, I cleared the bowl, you go wash up." Liu Zhiqing still had a straight face, as if she was a little guilty, trying to cover up her gaffe of eating porridge just now.

Su Muyan rolled her big eyes, and said with a strange smile: "Sister, you didn't have any image just now."

"Su Muyan!" Liu Zhiqing seemed to be a strict head teacher.

Su Muyan grinned, and ran to get a pen and paper, looking excited.

Liu Zhiqing said angrily, "What else are you messing with? You're getting more and more naughty."

"Sister, this Chuhe's cooking skills are amazing. We picked up a treasure, shouldn't you praise him?" Su Muyan said, writing on the note: Chuhe, your preserved egg and lean meat porridge is so good After eating, my sister and I both like it very much, let's make persistent efforts.

After she finished writing, she handed the pen to Liu Zhiqing: "Sister, you also write some words of encouragement, Chuhe has been trembling with fear, how pitiful."

Chuhe was indeed "terrified", thinking about how to make the rich woman happy, so he didn't sleep all night.

Liu Zhiqing was speechless. She picked up a pen and thought for a while and really didn't know what to write. She complained: "He is not worthy of praise at all. He can make money as a chef, but he insists on eating soft food. He has hands and feet..."

"Sister, you're here again. Don't be so strict. When dealing with men, you must be firm and soft, so that he will be determined."

"I don't like him, why should he be so determined?"

"..."

In the end, Liu Zhiqing wrote: Not bad.

These two words were already her highest evaluation, if it wasn't for Su Muyan's urging, she wouldn't bother to write them.

After finishing writing, she went to wash the dishes and asked Su Muyan to wash up quickly.

Su Muyan nodded repeatedly, and when Liu Zhiqing entered the kitchen, she secretly wrote on the back of the note: Chuhe, my sister comes once a week, and I come whenever I am free.You play your erhu better, you have a bright future.Then read more books at ordinary times to improve your knowledge, don't be like a scumbag.

After writing this, Su Muyan went to wash up contentedly.

It was after seven in the morning that Liu Zhiqing dragged Su Muyan, who was starting to feel sleepy again, and left the villa.

The Porsche was still parked at the door, Liu Zhiqing got into the car and fastened her seat belt, but she didn't start the car immediately, but looked at the rock pile by the sea.

It was empty there.

The yawning Su Muyan blinked: "Sister, what are you looking at?"

"In the early morning, I heard someone blowing conch shells, but unfortunately I didn't see anyone. I don't know which master it is." Liu Zhiqing started the car, her words were very regretful.

"Master? Is that person better at blowing conch shells than my sister? In this world, who would learn to blow conch shells?" Su Muyan knew Liu Zhiqing's hobby, and also thought that Liu Zhiqing's blowing conch shells was very good.

"That person is much better than me, what he plays is the song of the ocean, mine is at most the song of the sewer." Liu Zhiqing made a joke and left with Su Muyan.

Calm was restored in the villa. After the sun set and the evening sun turned yellow, Chuhe woke up naturally after sleeping, and got up scratching his arms.

This is the advantage of being a good boy, you can sleep as you want, without having to think about time at all.

There was no sound outside the bedroom. It seemed that the two rich women had already left.

Liu Zhiqing is the president, so I'm afraid she is very busy.Su Muyan is probably a college student, and maybe he has to go back to school.

Chuhe went to the kitchen while thinking. He was so hungry that he hurried to cook.

As a result, I went into the kitchen and saw that the pot of preserved egg and lean meat porridge was gone, and the rice pot was cleaned.

"Could it be down?" Chu He secretly sighed, it's a pity, he didn't believe that Su Muyan could eat it all by himself, and as for Liu Zhiqing, she didn't know how to eat it at all.

"System, how much pleasure does Su Muyan provide?"

"The pleasure value from Su Muyan is +300, and the pleasure value from Liu Zhiqing is +200. The host currently has a total of 710.1 pleasure points."

Chuhe was taken aback. After sleeping, he got 500 more pleasure points?Forget about Su Muyan, why did Liu Zhiqing even offer 200?

She probably ate porridge with preserved egg and lean meat.

Chuhe smiled, feeling very happy now, female president Bingshan has opened a door for herself.

He was cooking while whistling, and made another pot of preserved egg and lean meat porridge, and continued the porridge!
When it was served on the dinner table, Chuhe saw the note left by Su Muyan, he took a look, Su Muyan praised him greatly, and Liu Zhiqing also wrote "Not bad".

The female president of Bingshan really ate porridge.

Looking at the back of the note again, Chu He fell into deep thought.

"Liu Zhiqing comes once a week, so there are not many opportunities. It's not easy to 'conquer' her in just one year." Chu He was eating porridge, thinking about his next step.

"In terms of literary quality, this is a bit difficult to deal with. I can't just talk about literature with Liu Zhiqing when she comes. No one wants to talk to me."

"If you want to play the erhu, you can't do it overnight." Chu He muttered, and suddenly remembered an important thing: "System, buy a second-level erhu skill!"

"The host consumes 300 pleasure points to purchase the second level of erhu skills. The erhu skills enter the cooldown period, and the third level can be purchased after three days."

What a pit!

Chu He cursed a few times in a low voice, and his mood improved again. Erhu has reached the second level, and "Er Quan Ying Yue" is not so jerky.

After filling his stomach, he picked up the erhu and went to the swimming pool to soak his feet, playing a heartbreaking song.

When it was broken, he caught a glimpse of a book on a chair not far away.

It was the book Liu Zhiqing read while swimming last night, and forgot to take it away.

Chu He went to pick it up and saw it was a science fiction magazine: "Science Fiction World".

This magazine is a well-known magazine in the industry and a leader in the science fiction world.

Not to mention anything else, just one "Three-Body Problem" is enough for it to be the leader.

Chuhe remembered that Su Muyan said that Liu Zhiqing liked science fiction, and it seemed that she would read "The World of Science Fiction" when she was free.

Chu He flipped through a few pages, wanting to read science fiction novels, but got dizzy for a while. His literary accomplishment is really not good. Although he can understand, he can't stand it, let alone appreciate it.

It's still a good-looking online article on spicy chicken.

"Liu Zhiqing probably reads every issue of the magazine. If I can publish my work in "Science Fiction World", she should be able to read it too. If I make her fall in love with it, wouldn't that be a lot of pleasure?" Chu He thought in his heart, ready to move .

"System, how is literary talent calculated?"

"I'm sorry for the host, literature is too difficult for you, as the saying goes, there is a specialization in art, please give up literature, and be a little conch prince with peace of mind."

Ok?I said system, what do you mean?
(End of this chapter)