Don't Provoke the Sweet Rural Wife

Luo Yizheng looked at the wine in the glass in front of him and reflected his face.

"Song Zhian is called zhizui. He loves delicious food and can taste all kinds of ingredients and dosage in each dish."

"It's really powerful." Luo Yixiao couldn't help sighing. He thought song Zhian was just that special. He didn't expect that a tongue could taste all the details inside.

But Chen Fuyue is not Luo Yixiao. When she heard Luo Yizheng say that, she felt a little uneasy.

Not against Luo Yizheng, but song Zhian.

People who can taste the ingredients and the amount of food, and distinguish the skills of different chefs, may not be able to find out other people's secret recipe at will.

"What's the matter?"

Luo Yixiao detects Chen Fuyue's strange voice and asks.

"Nothing. Let's talk. I'll go outside and have a look."

"I'll be with you." Luo Yixiao turned to Luo Jing and said, "father, Chen Fuyue and I have passed first."

"Go ahead."

When Chen Fuyue and Luo Yixiao leave, Luo Jingyou and Luo Yizheng say, "what you just said is to remind Fu Yue?"

Luo Yi Zheng did not answer, only said: "she is a smart girl."

Luo Jing you gently shakes his head and says with a little regret: "it's smart, but it's a pity."

"Father, do you know what my third brother came to me last night?"

Luo Jingyou's face flashed slightly, "he came to you? What did you say? "

"He said Fuyue was his wife."

"Oh, this boy, I don't know why."

Luo Yizheng drank all the wine in his glass. "Father, my son will marry Zeng Xianer soon. You...... These are all set for a long time. "

Luo Jingyou's face changed slightly, and then sighed, "I'm just talking about it. Anyway, as long as you stay at home after you get married."

Luo Yizheng didn't say anything more. After eating with Luo Jingyou for a while, he left quietly.

Chen Fuyue is accompanying Wang Mucheng and others with Luo Yixiao.

Shopkeeper Yue sent Tian Xiaoer to talk to Chen Fuyue about the departure of Luo Jingyou and his son.

"Well, I see. Go ahead."

"The owner of the house is walking so fast." Wang Mucheng said.

Luo Yixiao held the teacup and turned, "I feel surprised that my father can come."

Chen Fuyue looked at Song Zhian, who was still eating, and asked, "Mr. Song is really able to eat."

Song Zhian looked up and said, "Mu Cheng said that it's his treat. Besides, there are many dishes in your shop. I don't want to miss anything. "

Chen Fuyue then asked, "does the son of song like song he or the other two cooks?"

Song Zhian did not want to answer: "of course, it's song he's, and I think it's predestined relationship. He and I are both surnamed song."

Chen Fuyue smiles and stops talking.

Xiao Li can't see it any more. "Song Zhian, you really like to take advantage of everything. Are you going to eat poor Mu Cheng?"

Song Zhian waved while eating, "he is so rich, how can he be so easy to eat poor."

Wang Mu Cheng said to Chen Fu Yue, "this meal is on my head."

Chen Fuyue doesn't argue with him either. Anyway, as song Zhian said, he has money. It's a small thing for him to pay for the meal. He can save money in his own shop. Why not.

After that, everyone watched song Zhian eat alone.

Xiao Li shook his head helplessly, "Zhi'an, is your stomach OK? Does it hurt if it doesn't go up? "