The Little Fairy Wife Dressed As a Villain

Seeing Lin Qian's blushing face with a smile on her face and her dull eyes staring at him in a daze, Jiang Zhi put his big hand on her forehead and touched it. Her body temperature was normal and she didn't have a fever.

"What are you thinking?"

The deep voice brought Lin Qianxiao back from fantasy to reality. Jiang Zhi was indeed standing in front of him with chicken soup, but he didn't drink chicken soup, let alone...

God, why did she have such shameful fantasies?

Lin Qianxiao was so ashamed that she wanted to dig a hole to get in, but suddenly a familiar image flashed in her mind——

"Drink something before going to sleep, or you will have a headache tomorrow, huh?"

"Don't drink."

"Shall I help you drink?"

"Um."

It's not a fantasy, it's something that really happened last night, but she just remembered it!

She looked at him annoyed and ashamed, and asked coyly, "Did you do anything to me last night?"

"I did a lot of things last night, which one do you mean?"

Lin Qianxiao's face turned red all of a sudden, she was too angry to speak.

Seeing that she didn't speak, his black eyes flickered slightly, "What unhealthy things are you thinking about, and your face is so red?"

Lin Qianxiao's brain became flexible all of a sudden, "Oh, so you are unhealthy?"

Jiang Zhi froze for a moment, curled his lips in a good mood, and handed her the chicken soup, "Here, I'll fry the shrimp."

Lin Qian took the chicken soup with a dazed smile, her face full of confusion.

She made him speechless, not only was he not angry, why did he still look happy?

After thinking about it for a while, she couldn't figure it out, Lin Qianxiao simply didn't bother to think, chicken soup is so delicious, it can't be wasted.

Lin Qian laughed while drinking the chicken soup while looking at the oven. When she finished drinking the chicken soup, the ribs and pigeons in the oven had turned to burnt yellow. She excitedly shouted at Jiang Zhi who was frying the shrimp:

“Pigeon and ribs roasted!”

Jiang Zhi turned the stove to the minimum, walked to the oven, bent over and looked, "It's not enough, after I fry the shrimps, turn them over, and bake them for another five minutes and they're almost ready to come out of the oven."

Hearing that there was still five minutes to wait, Lin Qian couldn't hide her disappointment with a smile on her face, "That's great."

He raised his wrist to check the time, it was 7:30, it was indeed later than the usual time for dinner, he patted her furry head, "There is still half an hour before dinner"

As he spoke, he took the empty bowl she had placed on the countertop, scooped two knots of corn from the soup pot and served it to her.

Seeing the bright yellow corn, Lin Qian smiled and her pretty almond eyes turned into crescent moons.

For corn's sake, she barely forgave him for his behavior last night.

Seeing her happy, Jiang Zhi couldn't help pinching her porcelain-white and tender cheeks, and then took a clean porcelain plate to fry the shrimps, washed the frying pan, poured a small half of the pot of oil, and prepared to fry the pork belly.

Although the pork belly has been dried out, there is still water in the blanched meat. When the pot is turned on, the oil in the pot suddenly crackles and splashes.

Lin Qianxiao screamed in fright, and was about to run away when Jiang Zhi suddenly stood in front of her.

The tall man blocked her tightly like a screen. She was obviously safe, but her heart was still tight.

"Jiang Zhi, I don't want to eat braised pork anymore, shall we not do it?"

Jiang Zhi put his hand on top of her head and moved it, and comforted in a low voice: "Stay away, the oil won't splash on you."

"But..." will splash all over you.

Jiang Zhi didn't notice her thoughts. After turning down the heat, he picked up the wooden chopsticks and scooped up the slightly golden-fried pork belly from the oil pan for later use. Afterwards, he put the yellow croaker that had already been seasoned and starched into the oil pan.

The sound of "sizzling" sounded again from the frying pan, and a unique and strange frying aroma wafted in the air. Seeing that the hot oil in the frying pan was not splashing like before, Lin Qian smiled and sniffed, drooling He leaned forward, put his hands on Jiang Zhi's waist subconsciously, and carefully looked into the frying pan.

"Wow, so beautiful!"

In the oil pan, the chopstick-length yellow croaker swells and spreads out into the shape of a pine nut shell under the high-temperature hot oil.

Her almond eyes were shining, and she praised without hesitation: "Jiang Zhi, you are really amazing!"

Jiang Zhi, who doesn't know what modesty is: "Yeah."

half an hour later.

All the dishes were finally served, Lin Qian smiled happily and set the bowls and chopsticks for the two of them, and took the rice spoon to serve the rice, "Jiang Zhi, where is the rice cooker?"

meal?

Jiang Zhi was stunned, slowly washed off the oil stains on his hands, untied his apron and put it aside, brought out the cut pigeon and ribs, put them on the dining table, and said calmly: "I forgot to cook."

Lin Qian smiled silently at him for a while, "It's okay, let's eat meat, and soup, and there's corn in the soup."

"You eat first, I'll be back in a while."

"Where are you going?"

"downstairs."

Lin Qian smiled helplessly as Jiang Zhi went out with a small basin.

Is this going to go downstairs to beg?

Lin Qian smiled and bit her chopsticks, thinking silently.

Jiang Zhi, who went out with a rice bowl, was not as calm and composed as he appeared on the outside, but when he thought of Lin Qianxiao looking at him with wet eyes, nothing else mattered.

He went to the home of two male employees who helped move things in the afternoon. They ate his wife's pomegranate and contributed two bowls of rice. It was a fair deal.

Liu Wei and Ma Yan are employees of the marketing department of the real estate business sector. Both of them are single dogs. They live in a shared house. Usually, they either work overtime or socialize. They seldom get home from get off work on time, let alone Cook at home.

It’s rare that they don’t work overtime or socialize. The two decided to relax at home and called many colleagues from the same unit to have dinner. Ma Yan ordered sushi dinner, skewers, crayfish, and hot pot takeaway at home, and Liu Wei drove to the supermarket. Bought some cases of beer.

It’s neither early nor late. The colleagues who live in the same unit are almost all there. Twenty or thirty people gather around three tables, eating and drinking. When they hear someone ringing the doorbell, they all think it’s a late colleague. .

Liu Wei opened the door with a bottle of beer, his red face froze when he saw the person standing outside the door clearly.

He rubbed his eyes quickly, and he was right.

"Jiang, President Jiang."

A male employee who was closer to the door vaguely heard Liu Wei calling Mr. Jiang, laughed out loud, walked towards the door with a beer in his hand, giggled and said, "You're dazzled by drinking too much Right? How could Mr. Jiang come to participate... Jiang, Mr. Jiang hiccups!"

Standing outside the door, Jiang Zhi's expression gradually sank when he heard the noise coming from inside.

It seems that there is no food to "borrow" tonight.

Liu Wei and the male staff didn't know the reason for Jiang Zhi's visit. Seeing the gloomy face of the big boss, they were so frightened that cold sweat broke out on their backs.

"Jiang, Mr. Jiang, I'm sorry, did the noise make you rest? I'll let them break up now."

"No, you continue."

After finishing speaking, he turned around and walked to the elevator. It was only then that Liu Wei realized that the big boss had a rice bowl in his hand!

Anyone who works in marketing is not shrewd, tactful, and transparent. In the blink of an eye, Liu Wei stuffed the beer in his hand to the person next to him, ran back to the house, picked up a box of unopened sushi, and rushed like a rocket. go out.

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