Spoiled Marriage: Big President, Little Sweetheart

  Li Beijue was already full, and his dark eyes glanced at the fish soup she was holding in front of him. Without saying anything, he reached out and took it and took a sip.

   Then frowned, put down the bowl, and said in disgust, "There is too much salt."

  Ji Eun-en saw that he was drinking happily, and thought he also thought it tasted good, but he said something salty. Chi Enen was completely depressed.

But she was not a cook in the first place, and there was no such thing as being hit. In a blink of an eye, the feeling of depression disappeared. She received the bowl and calmly said, "I put a normal amount of salt. It is estimated that your taste will be lighter next time. I told them to put less salt."

  It's not her, it's them.

  Just as Li Beijue was about to frown, the servant had already inserted in, grabbing the tableware in Chi En'en's hand in fear, and said, "Miss Chi, let me collect it. You sit and rest for a while."

   "Well, then I'll go clean up the kitchen."

   "No, no, no, just leave the kitchen to me to clean up. Miss Chi, you don’t have to worry about it, you just finished dinner, let’s rest. Don’t worry, leave it to me, I’ll clean up."

  It’s not good enough to let Ms. Chi cook in person. If Ms. Chi cleans up the dishes and cleans the kitchen, tomorrow she can roll up the bedding and roll home.

  Sure enough, after she grabbed the dishes, Sir Alex Ferguson's slightly frowned brows relaxed.

  The servant breathed a sigh of relief, not daring to delay, and did it swiftly.

  Chi Eunen was squeezed away, a little hard to find.

  Li Beijue took her hand, pulled her to her side, and said calmly, “This is originally her job. If you grab her job, she doesn’t have to do it.”

  In his opinion, what you do is what you do. If you can’t even do your own job well and you need someone to remind you, you can get out.

  Fortunately, the maid still had the foresight, so she didn't let him remind her to do it before Chi Enen.

   "Okay." Ji Enen didn't mean to grab the servant. Mainly because when she lived with Chi Baobao, she used to cook and collect bowls. Today she rarely cooks, and after eating, she subconsciously goes to collect the bowls.

   After Li Beijue was full, his heroic eyebrows stretched out, and his erect nose and firm jaw formed the golden section line, handsome and noble.

  He curled up the corners of his mouth in a good mood, took a bite in Chi Eun's hand, and said, "Go and change clothes."

   "I want a skirt."

  Change clothes? Also wear a skirt?

  Chi Eunen asked puzzledly, "Uh, why are you changing your skirts so late?"

   "Come with me to a dinner party."

  Accurately speaking, it is entertainment.

  He doesn't like socializing, but some socializing is not easy to push, at least to show his face.

  It is this kind of occasion that Li Beijue dislikes the most. When he thinks that he will soon see a group of people with fake smiles stubbornly intrigue, he impatiently twists his brows. Said to Chi En'en, “You don’t need to wear too formal, just find a comfortable skirt that you wear.”

  Anyway, it’s not just a dinner party, just a welcome party.

  He knows how good Chi Eun Eun looks when he is dressed up, and that kind of good looks is enough for him to appreciate it alone! The others...heh...not worthy!

  "Remember, just find a dress that is comfortable for you. There is no need to look for troublesome skirts just to look good. Especially beggar skirts that leak everywhere, don’t wear them!"

  Beggar skirt...

  He can think of it!

  If those fashion designers heard him, they might spit out depressed blood.

  People’s art is art, and it becomes shabby in his mouth.