My CEO,Your Facade was Ruined

Qiao Junxi subconsciously let go of the pace, for fear that it would destroy such a beautiful artistic conception.

Zhao Qingyu was lying lazily on the bed of the imperial concubine. The whole person was covered in the bright sunshine.

She had a book in her hand and was looking at it intently.

This scene is particularly touching.

What is quiet time? There is no more appropriate description than the scene in front of you.

Qiao Junxi didn't have the heart to disturb her.

However, Zhao erha noticed the trace of Qiao Junxi. She ran to Qiao Junxi happily and went back and forth at his feet. She was very happy, as if she knew that it was the first day of the new year and a happy day. She is expressing her new year wishes to her host in her way.

Zhao Qingyu noticed the movement behind her. She put down the book, raised her body and looked back. It happened to be opposite to Qiao Junxi's deep and bright eyes, "you're up." Zhao Qingyu's lips have a warm smile rippling open.

"Happy new year, Mrs. Joe!" Qiao Junxi approached her and bent over to give her a good morning kiss.

"Hungry? I made breakfast. I'll see if it's done Zhao Qingyu said, then got up and went to the kitchen.

Qiao Junxi did not stop her, but followed her.

The rice cake has been steamed, and the pressure cooker has also jumped to the heat preservation state.

"It's time for breakfast. You wait a moment Zhao Qingyu turns off the fire and faces Qiao Jun on the west road.

So Qiao Junxi quietly watched her slightly unfamiliar new year cake plate, the porridge into the bowl.

Joe Junxi's heart is never soft, his wife more and more decent.

I don't know when she woke up and how long she had prepared for all this, but she was full of heart and he could feel it.

At this moment, a sense of happiness arises.

"Breakfast is a little simple. Forgive me for not having so many tricks. Just make do with it." A bowl of porridge, a plate of rice cake, compared to the breakfast Qiao Junxi prepared for her in the past, is much worse, Zhao Qingfu is slightly guilty.

"That's good. But what is the moral of these two things? " In fact, Zhao can choose to make a simpler sandwich.

"New Year cake, as the name suggests, is getting higher and higher year by year, which is a good omen. As for this porridge, it is also fastidious. It is called Wufu porridge. It contains taro, white rice, red dates, tofu and red beans. It means five blessings coming. "

Qiao Junxi suddenly realized, "so it is."

"Have a taste." Zhao Qingyu can't wait to get Qiao Junxi's evaluation. The first time she cooked, she was not good at her own level, so it is hard to avoid some nervousness at the moment.

Joe took a spoon and tasted it.

Zhao Qingyu looked at him.

Qiao Junxi knew that she was waiting for her own evaluation, so he satisfied her, "it's delicious. Eat it, too, or it will be cold. " Qiao Junxi's words are not perfunctory and comforting. The porridge is sweet, soft and glutinous, with distinct layers. The tastes of various ingredients complement each other and are really delicious.

Zhao Qingyu, who got the affirmation, was in full bloom. A great sense of achievement lingers in my heart. This feeling is different from winning the first place in the exam and negotiating a cooperation. It is a sense of steadiness and satisfaction. Zhao Qingyu found for the first time that it was a wonderful thing to wash hands and make soup.

They enjoyed the breakfast quietly, and their deep love was mixed among them

Time, it seems that at this moment, slow down the pace.

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