Monopolize My Mysterious Wife

Quan Yifei was not disappointed after being rejected. After all, she was just joking. As a child of a military family, how could she not know that she could achieve such skills in just a few years.

"Then you show me again, please, please!" Quan Yifei clasped his hands together and looked at her expectantly.

Jian Qing glanced down at the dining table in front of her, then raised her head to look at Quan Mingxuan, "Do I have to pay for the damage to the table?"

Tsk, this fine rosewood dining table was too much of a waste for her to knock it down with a chopstick.

Quan Mingxuan was startled, then realized what she meant, glanced at Quan Jingwu secretly, and said with a smile, "No, it's up to you."

The owner of the table didn't care anymore, and Jian Qing didn't care anymore. She stretched out her hand to push away the bowl and chopsticks in front of her, took out a chopstick, and stabbed it directly on the table without looking at it.

It seems to have light strength, but in fact it is as cruel as a ferocious beast.

I saw one chopstick go down, and the finely carved chopsticks were stuck on the table as steady as a rock.

"..." Quan Yifei swallowed, his brain cells were not enough.

This... isn't she watching a magic trick?

Quan Yimo and Quan Mingxuan looked at each other, and both looked at the woman with a calm face. Quan Jingwu's deep purple eyes were locked on the person opposite, and there was an imperceptible smile shining deep in his eyes. meaning.

"What a skill, Miss Jian must have practiced it before, right?" Quan Mingxuan asked tentatively.

This rosewood dining table was custom-made by him. Even if it were him, it would be absolutely impossible for him to poke a hole in the table with just one chopstick.

Jian Qing smiled lightly and said, "It's just fur, how can I compare with you."

The Quan family is the leading military family in the capital. The descendants of the Quan family have not been trained since childhood, so how can they not have some skills.

Quan Mingxuan smiled and did not ask further questions.

"Damn, Jian Qing, you are my idol!" Quan Yifei shouted, looking at Jian Qing with burning eyes.

She decided that Jian Qing would be her idol from now on.

Jian Qing smiled and said nothing.

During the chat, a table of dishes was served. Not everyone in Qianshizhai is qualified to taste every dish. Some special dishes are only offered a few times a day. Only Quan Mingxuan can eat them at any time. Who makes him the master here?

Although she had just eaten some, Jian Qing was not full yet. Looking at the table full of dishes, people couldn't help but feel the urge to move their index fingers.

Jian Qing's eating appearance is very elegant. Others may not notice it, but Quan Mingxuan, who often travels around the world, immediately notices it. He has stayed in Europe for a while and has also studied the manners and etiquette in European courts. Jian Qing's dining The etiquette is undoubtedly the court etiquette of European aristocrats. That natural elegance and nobility cannot be formed overnight.

Quan Mingxuan looked at Quan Jingwu subconsciously, and he believed he should have noticed it too.

Jian Qing never imagined that Quan Mingxuan's eyes were so sharp. He was focusing on the delicious food on the table, especially the plate of prawns closest to her. A trace of entanglement and salivation flashed deep in his eyes.

She likes to eat shrimps, but she is very embarrassed. She cannot peel shrimps herself. Her skill in peeling shrimps has a negative value. A whole shrimp falls into her hands. In the end, all she can see is the fine shrimp residue. I don’t know. After Ren Jue sees the finished product, she will never believe that what she peeled is a shrimp.

She has absolutely no resistance to seafood, especially shrimps. That plate of shrimps looks so tempting. What should she do if she really wants to get her hands on it?

It would be nice if Luo Luo was here.

If Jian Luo knew that his elder sister would only think of him at this time, she would probably cry.

How did Quan Yifei know that Jian Qing was a black hole in peeling shrimps? Seeing that she had not touched the plate of prawns, he introduced her to her with excitement, "Jian Qing, this plate of prawns is one of the most delicious ones in Qianshizhai. Try it quickly, it would be a pity if you don’t eat it.”

Jian Qing's eyebrows were helpless, and her heart that was already salivating for the plate of prawns was even more eager to move.

Don't eat it, it's a waste.

Eat it, it will expose her black hole of peeling shrimps again.

Jian Qing was tangled in her heart, but she didn't move her chopsticks for a long time. Suddenly, a clean small bowl was pushed in front of her, with two fully peeled prawns in it.

"It won't taste good when it's cold." A deep magnetic voice sounded. Jian Qing looked up and looked into those purple eyes, feeling a little at a loss and confused.

Is this for her?

He peeled shrimps for her?

Quan Jingwu calmly retracted his hand, picked up a prawn, and slowly peeled the prawn again with his cold, jade-like hands, as if he was playing with a piece of art with concentration.

It wasn't just Jian Qing who was frightened by Quan Jingwu's actions. The heads of Quan Yimo and the other three were also shut down and couldn't function.

The third child of their family peeled shrimps for someone else, but the person was a woman?

Could it be that they saw it wrong before they woke up?

Who in the capital doesn't know about Mr. Jing's mysophobia? He will also peel shrimps for others with his own hands. Is this world magical?

A large group of question marks "crackled" on their heads, and they were a little confused for a moment.

Quan Yifei twisted her neck with difficulty, his eyes flickering between Quan Jingwu and Jian Qing. What happened just now? Her third brother Bingshan peeled shrimps for Jian Qing?

Even her grandfather didn't get this kind of treatment. Did her third brother take the wrong medicine today?

"Don't you like eating?" Quan Jingwu's voice sounded again. Jian Qing realized that she was absent-minded and felt embarrassed, but it was only for a moment.

Touching the narrow smile between those purple eyes, Jian Qing's heart skipped a beat. Could he have noticed it?

Avoiding his gaze, Jian Qing lowered her eyes and looked at the prawns in the bowl. Finally, she was seduced. She put aside her worries, picked up a prawn and put it directly into her mouth.

Forget it, let’s eat later.

The fresh and sweet taste bloomed in the taste buds. Jian Qing narrowed her eyes with satisfaction. The crescent shape was really moving.

It is indeed the most famous restaurant in Beijing, five stars!

Quan Jingwu put the peeled shrimp into Jian Qing's bowl. The woman's curved eyebrows were reflected in his eyes, and the corners of her coquettish lips raised an invisible smile.

One is peeling and the other is eating, which is very eye-catching and harmonious.

It just made the three bystanders beside her miserable. Quan Yifei rubbed her eyes and took a closer look. Hey, she wasn't dazzled.

Was she the only one who smelled of adultery?