Fresh meat husband can' t stop spoiling

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Lin Guili slept in the hotel for a few hours. When he woke up, he booked a nearby restaurant and was ready to invite master Pei to dinner. He shouted Nan Yu together.

Lin Guili specially chose a five-star Chinese restaurant to take care of Mr. Pei's appetite.

When he called Peizhong in the afternoon, Lin Guili had already known the taste of master Pei.

Pei Zhong said that the old man liked Chinese food and was not used to Western food.

LIN Gui Li wrote down this habit and specially ordered a local restaurant.

This restaurant is difficult to book. Lin Guili asked song Jingzhe to help him book it.

Lin Guili took Mr. Pei and his party to the star restaurant, while song Jingzhe took he Zhoubo to the direction of the night market.

He Zhoubo came to the magazine at five o'clock and waited for song Jingzhe to get off work.

Who knows, when song Jingzhe was about to get off work, he zhouposheng stood in her office and waited for nearly an hour.

After finishing, song Jingzhe packed up his things, went to he Zhoubo and took him out.

Song Jingzhe hasn't been to the night market for a long time. She is very happy to think of eating and drinking wantonly in the night market.

The most important thing is to pull He Zhou together.

The two of them have been dating for more than three years. They eat in high-end restaurants every time. In fact, they are very boring.

Although this kind of saying is somewhat flat, it is the truth.

People are eager for freshness.

Of course, star restaurants are very good, but they are tired of eating too much every day.

Song Jingzhe had always wanted to pull he Zhoubo to eat at a roadside stall, but how could he Zhoubo be willing?

The old dog not only didn't eat it himself, but also didn't let her eat it.

Today, the old dog coin finally changed. Song Jingzhe decided to let him taste the taste of fireworks in the world!

After getting on the bus, song Jingzhe tied his seat belt and said to he Zhoubo, "just go to the night market in the south of the city. Drive along this road and turn left at Nanxiang Road. There is a parking lot over there. After stopping, we'll walk over."

Song Jingzhe was familiar with the night market.

He Zhoubo knew from the tone of her old driver that song Jingzhe should have carried him to the night market before.

In the past, he Zhoubo must have come out to settle accounts with song Jingzhe.

But now

Well, he can't say anything now.

Not only can't I say, I have to eat with her.

He Zhoubo has never been to the night market, but this kind of place doesn't sound very clean.

Forget it, in order to marry a wife, you'd better bear it.

As he lichen said, men have to learn to show weakness.

So he Zhoubo skillfully nodded to song Jingzhe, then started the car and drove forward according to song Jingzhe's instructions.

Not to mention, there are quite a lot of people on this road, especially when we catch the evening peak, the traffic flow will be even greater.

After a while, I finally got to the parking lot.

The parking lot is not far from the night market. After he Zhoubo parked his car, song Jingzhe couldn't wait to get off the ground.

She hasn't been to the night market for more than two months. She really misses the taste here~

After getting off the bus, song Jingzhe didn't care about he Zhoubo and walked out. It seemed that he couldn't wait.

He Zhoubo can only follow up silently.

Just a few steps away, he Zhoubo smelled a smell of fried oil smoke.

This smell almost made he Zhoubo spit out——

He usually has a very light taste. When cooking for him, the chef at home basically doesn't put other seasonings except salt.

The taste is light. I'm used to it. Suddenly I smell the strong flavor of seasoning and oil smoke. The delicate Mr. He said he couldn't bear it.

He couldn't help but frown at once.

That expression, how much you dislike.

This scene was just seen by song Jingzhe.

When song Jingzhe saw he Zhoubo's expression, he was slightly upset.

She lowered her face and said to he Zhoubo, "if you can't stand it, go back first. Don't force yourself."

"It doesn't matter to me." He Zhoubo immediately stretched his eyebrows, looked at Song Jingzhe sincerely and said to her, "I said I would accompany you, and I will try everything you like."

Song Jingzhe: "

Old dog coin is suddenly so affectionate. He's really not used to it.

Well, she would never admit that she was so moved.

Song Jingzhe secretly despised himself.

Where is this? She can't disarm and surrender so soon!

I'll pull him to eat later.

"Well, if you can't stand it, tell me at any time." Song Jingzhe casually followed, and then continued to move forward. In fact, the night market in Haicheng is very clean.

Because of the strict control in the past two years, the hygienic standard of this row of large stalls is also very high.

It's much cleaner than those messy night markets in the early years.

For song Jingzhe, this is already a very clean night market.

But he Zhoubo still thinks the sanitation here is not up to standard.

Walking, the beloved has come to the stall with strings of incense.

As soon as he stopped, he Zhoubo saw a group of people eating string around a car.

Those strings are soaked in a big pot, and everyone eats around that pot.

They ate happily, but he Zhoubo felt uncomfortable just watching.

Are so many people eating a big pot around a pot?

It's really unsanitary. Song Jingzhe doesn't really want to eat this, does he?

Impossible?

Whatever you're afraid of.

He Zhoubo was thinking this way when he heard song Jingzhe say, "just eat this. I haven't eaten it for a long time. This restaurant is very delicious."

He Zhoubo: "

If there is a mirror in front of him at this time, he can probably see his loveless self from the mirror as soon as he looks up. Before he Zhoubo could answer, song Jingzhe had pulled him down. He Zhoubo was still disgusted with the big pot of food just now. He sat in front of the big pot of food the next second.

"Boss, two plates!" Song Jingzhe seems to be familiar with this place.

She snapped her fingers at the boss, looking like a bully in the night market.

"OK! Now! " The boss responded with a long voice, and then sent two plates.

Song Jingzhe took the plate and put it in front of he Zhoubo.

The plate was plastic. He Zhoubo looked down and showed his loveless expression again.

He can't use this kind of tableware. Song Jingzhe should also remember his habit.

He Zhoubo looked at Song Jingzhe.

Sure enough, the next second, song Jingzhe said, "make do with it. There are such plates in the night market. People can't invest too much money in small businesses."

He Zhoubo: "

To tell the truth, he now wants to donate several carts of ceramic tableware to the stall owner.

Forget it, bear it.

He Zhoubo thought that since they all came, he had to give full play to the role of this trip and never return without success.

Look, isn't this the best time to "show weakness"?

Thinking of this, he Zhoubo said to song Jingzhe, "well, you're right. Small businesses can't invest too much money. It doesn't matter to me. I can use what you can use. I'll accompany you."

It's called sincerity. It's like taking out your heart.

Song Jingzhe proudly took a bunch of strings from the pot and put them on the plate in front of he Zhoubo. He said to him, "try it quickly. This house is delicious. It's delicious you haven't eaten before!"

He Zhoubo looked down at the string of spicy oil hanging on the plate, smiled, picked up a string and sent it to his mouth.

Strings of spicy flavor is very strong, with the smell of hemp pepper.

Where does he Zhoubo usually touch such a heavy taste?

The taste is really delicious for ordinary people.

But for him, it was a great torture.

He Zhoubo stared at the string of things for a long time. At last, he closed his eyes and ate it.