I’m 8 Million Poor

With Ji Chen's actions, the aroma of spicy hot sauce gradually overflowed from the takeaway box. The scent of scent slowly drifted away, with Jiang Baiwan's voice, filling the entire office bit by bit.

Ji Chen took apart the disposable chopsticks, put it into the bowl and stirred it, picking up a piece of fish tofu. Jiang Baiwan looked at Ji Chen eating Mala Tang, but he was still a little nervous: "How about it? Is it delicious this time?"

Ji Chen slowly swallowed the whole piece of fish tofu, until Jiang Baiwan was anxious, and said, "It's delicious."

Jiang Baiwan breathed a sigh of relief: "Just delicious."

Ji Chen took another sip of the soup, thinking that Wei Dao was making mala Tang in Jiang Baiwan's small kitchen with disgust, Ji Chen inexplicably wanted to laugh.

Jiang Baiwan looked at Ji Chen eating with a smile on his face, and his heart was full of sympathy-the life of the rich is indeed very good, but it is too pitiful to have not eaten Mala Tang?

"What's the matter?" Ji Chen noticed Jiang Baiwan's expression. He blinked, thinking that Jiang Baiwan was also hungry, "have you not eaten lunch yet?"

Jiang Baiwan was caught off guard by Ji Chen asking such a question, and couldn't help but froze. She subconsciously reached out and touched her stomach-eh, it seems that she did not have lunch? It's just that she is in the Mala Tang shop, and the tip of her nose is full of Mala Tang. Now that Ji Chen reminded me like this, I remembered that I hadn't eaten yet.

And Jiang Baiwan's stomach also screamed "Guru", Jiang Baiwan's ears suddenly became red, and her mouth was hard: "Fortunately, it's okay, I'm not hungry now."

Ji Chen pursed his lips and looked at Jiang Baiwan, with a smile in his eyes. He pushed the steak in front of him to Jiang Baiwan: "Eat it, it's a waste if you don't eat it."

Before Jiang Baiwan came back to his senses, Ji Chen stuffed a pair of knives and forks into his hands. Holding a knife and fork, she looked at the steak whose lid had been opened, and she couldn't find her tongue for a while: "Is this... for me?"

Just by smelling it, Jiang Baiwan can feel the steak in front of him and his own spicy hot, at least the price is definitely not the same.

"It's just a piece of steak," Ji Chen looked at her with some surprise, "Why didn't you eat it?"

Jiang Baiwan didn't realize anything, she got Ji Chen's affirmation and started to cut the steak in front of her. When Jiang Baiwan took his first bite, he was so touched that he almost wanted to cry.

What kind of fairy steak is this, why is it so delicious, what are the things I used to eat?

I really can’t imagine the happiness of the rich, and Ji Chen suddenly wanted to eat Mala Tang because he had enough steak!

Jiang Baiwan was chewing the steak for a while, his heart mixed with flavors, and Ji Chen also quietly ate the spicy spicy soup. For a while, the whole office was silent, and I could hear the slight sound of two people eating.

Ji Chen raised his eyes from time to time to look at Jiang Baiwan, his eyes were deep, but Jiang Baiwan didn't notice it, just concentrated on fighting the steak in front of him. This steak is full of weight and thick sauce. Jiang Baiwan's mouth was a bit dry. She glanced at the red wine glass not far from her hand. She couldn't help it, and finally asked in a low voice, "This...I can drink. ?"

Ji Chen originally didn't want Jiang Baiwan to drink, but seeing the expectant eyes of the woman in front of him, he suddenly changed his mind.

"Yes." Ji Chen also pushed the red wine glass in front of Jiang Baiwan, "Please."

Jiang Baiwan raised the wine glass and took a sip carefully. Although she didn't understand wine, she could basically feel that the red wine in her mouth was definitely not of the same level as the other drinks.

Out of grief and anger, Jiang Baiwan took another sip of wine.

When Ji Chen recovered, Jiang Baiwan had already drunk half of the wine, and his cheeks were obviously red at this moment.

Ji Chen was startled, he subconsciously reached out his hand to stop Jiang Baiwan from continuing to drink, "You can't drink anymore, you are drunk."

Jiang Baiwan waved his hand, looking a little impatient: "How can red wine be intoxicating, Ji Zongyou think too much."

With that said, Jiang Baiwan also raised his head to look at Ji Chen, his eyes...they looked watery because of alcohol, but his lips were blushing, and he seemed to have some unspeakable fascination.

The rhythm of Ji Chen's breathing was chaotic, and Jiang Baiwan in front of him was not interested in what happened. He just looked at him and smiled: "Well, don't worry too much, I can still drink."

Ji Chen raised his eyebrows, he looked at Jiang Baiwan, and suddenly smiled: "Really? But I remember that you used to drink very poorly. You used to drink as little alcohol as possible. Why did you suddenly become so good? ?"

Jiang Baiwan was caught off guard by Ji Chen's question, and his somewhat dull brain immediately began to tell it to spin. After realizing what she had just said, she couldn't wait to slap herself in the mouth-to make your mouth cheap!

It's just that the lie has to be rounded. Jiang Baiwan laughed dryly: "Isn't it that my family went bankrupt some time ago... So I have been using alcohol for a long time to relieve my sorrow. If I drank too much, I learned how to drink."

After hearing this nonsense, Ji Chen didn't have any unnecessary reaction. He just nodded, as if he had accepted Jiang Baiwan's statement.

Jiang Baiwan squeezed a sweat for herself secretly. She rediscovered the frightening feeling she had when facing Ji Chen, as if she was touching the beard of a tiger, feeling that the whole person was on the verge of death.

Speaking of which, she really did not think about concealing her difference from the original Jiang Baiwan. She originally thought that she would no longer have any contact with people Jiang Baiwan knew before, but who would have thought... but now it's too late to play stupid.

Jiang Baiwan decided to see the trick.

Just when she was thinking, Ji Chen suddenly spoke again: "I still remember that your favorite thing to eat is steak. Does today's steak still suit your appetite?"

Jiang Baiwan shook his shoulders and slowly said, "It's okay. After all, I am already very happy as long as I can fill my stomach. Who can care about what I like and dislike?"

Seeing that Ji Chen still wanted to say something, Jiang Baiwan immediately interrupted his words in order to block his mouth: "Look, Mala Tang is almost cold. You can eat it now."

With that, Jiang Baiwan lowered his head and began to concentrate on solving the steak on the plate in front of him.

Fortunately, Ji Chen did not continue to insist, but followed her instructions and continued to eat.

After finally eating this meal, Jiang Baiwan didn't hesitate, and he hurriedly thanked Ji Chen and ran away like oiling the soles of his feet. Ji Chen very gentlemanly sent Jiang Baiwan to the door. Seeing that her feet were a little erratic, Ji Chen gave her a hand: "Be careful."

Jiang Baiwan almost didn't jump up: "No, no, it's okay, don't worry, just send it here, I'll go back."

Ji Chen looked at the back of Jiang Baiwan hurriedly leaving, until Jiang Baiwan disappeared in the elevator door, and then returned to his office to sit down.

He looked at the take-out bowl and the plate with the sauce left on the table. Ji Chen stretched out his hand and slowly picked up the half glass of residual wine that Jiang Baiwan had just drunk. Ji Chen gently touched the place where Jiang Baiwan had touched. Take a sip of the remaining red wine.

Baicui Manor, if he remembers correctly, Jiang Baiwan is the least fond of drinking this type of red wine.

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Jiang Baiwan was frightened all the way, until he returned to his Mala Tang shop, he was a little calmer. It's just that Ji Chen didn't say anything. Jiang Baiwan sat behind the counter and thought about it. Maybe it was because he thought more.

"Boss," when Jiang Baiwan was thinking about things, suddenly the college student waiter came to the counter and called her, "Someone is looking for it."

Jiang Baiwan trembled: "Who?"

"Me." A woman's voice rang, and there was a graceful woman standing in front of the counter, with a pair of big sunglasses on her face, covering almost a third of her face.

But Jiang Baiwan still recognized it: "Tan Mi?"

"Shhh!" Tan Mi pointed her finger nervously at her, then moved a little closer to Jiang Baiyu, took off some sunglasses, "I came out secretly, don't tell me whereabouts."

Jiang Baiwan nodded very much, and then gave Tan Mi a mean look: "Are you also here to eat...Malatang?"

Tan Mi looked at Jiang Baiwan like an idiot: "Am I so free? Came to your house for mala Tang?"

Jiang Baiwan didn't think he was disgusted, but walked around behind the counter: "It's okay, you don't have to eat, I'll show you around my shop!"

Just when the two people were pulling and pulling, Wei Dao, who had been staying in the back kitchen, came out of the kitchen. Tan Mi turned her head and saw Wei Dao. She was taken aback for a moment, and stopped acting with Jiang Baiwan.

"... Jiang Baiwan," Tan Mi kept staring at Wei Dao with her eyes behind her sunglasses, her voice trembling, "Is this... the chef of your spicy restaurant?"

Jiang Baiwan said, "The cook I hired is very skilled."

Tan Mi held Jiang Baiwan's hand, looked at Wei Dao and then at the little idiot in front of him, only to think that God is really favoritism: "He makes mala Tang right here? How much do you pay him a month?"

Jiang Baiwan thought for a while and said: "I started with 4000. He said that he didn't want five social insurance and one housing fund, so I converted him into salary."

Tan Mi stood on the spot, and after a long while she pulled out a weird smile: "Very good, you, the chef, are capable at first sight."

This chef Tan Mi is too familiar. At first, as the female partner of a certain boss, she participated in a cocktail party of Haochen Group. The chef of that cocktail party is now standing in Jiang Baiyu’s spicy restaurant with her waist around her waist. A simple apron, cheerfully sending mala Tang to the front desk.

For a while, Tan Mi's mood was extremely complicated. She didn't know if she should first envy Ji Chen's preference for Jiang Baiwan, or she should first shed a tear of sympathy for the chef in front of her.