naaapseattle Chapter 468 You can cheat a wife with one meal (please book all!!!)
Chapter 468 You can cheat a wife with one meal (please book all!!!)
After hanging up the phone.
Jiang Zhou walked to the gate of the villa.
At this time, the four girls were sitting in the garden, looking up at the sky full of fire trees and silver flowers.
The splendid light illuminated the four pretty faces and dyed their clear eyes.
Silly looking, silly expression.
In fact, fireworks can be seen everywhere.
Whether it is Shangjing, Linjiang, or Xizhou.
Fireworks are mostly the same everywhere.
The biggest difference is the size of the flower and the number of times.
But I don't know why, but the fireworks at this moment are extraordinarily beautiful.
Just like blooming in the heart, every firework ignites the ambition of the heart.
This is probably because the person you like is by your side.
Side-by-side, leap from the old year to the new.
At this moment, Jiang Zhou walked into the garden.
Reaching out to turn on the red lantern of the villa, the noisy night immediately added a bit of joy.
"The weather forecast says there will be snow today. I don't know when it will start falling on 21."
"Well, the New Year's Eve without a snow always lacks some flavor."
Yin Shuya suddenly opened her hand, her slender fingers white and tender and beautiful: "But... the snow seems to have fallen."
Huang Qi raised her head when she heard the sound, and a snowflake fell on her eyelashes: "It's really snowing."
"Ruixue is a good year."
"It's like a Korean drama."
"Well, if the snow was bigger, it would be nice to have a handsome guy with an umbrella walking towards me."
"Hey, that's what I thought too!"
The voice fell, and the snow gradually increased.
The fluttering snowflakes fell on the red lanterns one after another, adding a lot of charm to the night.
Children born in the north seem to be unable to celebrate New Year's Eve without seeing snow on New Year's Eve.
It was not until the snowflakes fell that there was more peace in my heart.
Of course, Huang Qi, who grew up in Xizhou since childhood, is even more obsessed with snow.
This may be the point that southerners envy the northerners the most.
"I heard that Xue is God's dandruff, it's quite impressive." ?
"If I don't wash my hair for three days, it's basically the same effect."
Jiang Zhou's casual remark instantly wiped out the romantic atmosphere in the room.
At that time, Huang Qi, who wanted to eat snow with her tongue out, hurriedly shut her mouth.
Then he snorted and rolled his eyes.
"Jiang Zhou, isn't there even the word romantic in your dictionary?"
"Remove the manga and there it is."
Huang Qi looked blank and turned to look at the other daughters: "What do you mean?"
Yin Shuya snorted coldly: "He said he was very rude."
"Huh? You are the one who understands me best?"
"I'm deeply ashamed that I understand what you just meant."
"Ashamed of your sister, don't eat tonight if you have the ability."
Jiang Zhou snorted contemptuously and walked over to help the four of them brush the snow off their shoulders.
Then turned back to the house and started to prepare the New Year's Eve dinner.
This is the last meal of the year and the most important meal of the year.
The whole family needs to be mobilized, and it will not work without anyone.
In other words, those who can sit and eat New Year's Eve dinner together are a family no matter what their relationship is.
This is the sense of ritual for all the people of the country.
At that time, under the blurred snowy night outside the window.
Yin Shuya reached out to pick up a few snowflakes and warmed them with the temperature of her palm.
Then he turned back slightly, and looked at the man who was busy in the kitchen through the warm orange light in the window.
She is the eldest miss of the Yin family, and she always gets what she wants.
The servants at home treated her in every way.
There is no problem if you want to eat a full Han Chinese New Year's Eve dinner.
But no one has ever prepared a New Year's Eve dinner for her as a family member.
Even, no one would accompany her to the New Year's Eve dinner.
Her family is very busy, and it gets busier as the Chinese New Year arrives.
To go to all kinds of conferences, to do all kinds of interviews.
So other people's Spring Festival is a family reunion, but her Spring Festival is full of loneliness.
Although there are many servants in the house, none of those people dare to serve the table.
Even if she invited her kindly, the other party's reply was the same sentence.
"Miss, it's a rule that servants can't be served at the table."
Rules, rules, all rules.
Everyone obeys her rules, not knowing that she doesn't like them at all.
That's why she likes Jiang Zhou, an unruly person so much.
Um……?
Thinking of this, Yin Shuya suddenly felt a shudder in her heart.
I just admitted that I like it...
But it's not her fault.
Yin Shuya looked at Jiang Zhou's figure and said.
He gives you scarves and tells you stories.
Let you watch fireworks and snow outside.
Busy cooking in the house by yourself, waiting for you to come back and eat when you have fun.
How can you not like such a person?
Yin Shuya took a deep breath and decided that no matter how unpalatable he made, he must finish it later.
...
An hour later, the four were almost frozen by the door.
Especially Huang Qi, who grew up in the south, started to runny nose after a while.
So everyone patted the snow on their bodies and turned back to the house.
At this time, the hot food has been served.
Boiled fish with salt and pepper, steamed king crab, eight-treasure chicken in milk soup, steamed shrimp with minced garlic and vermicelli...
There is a large table full of food, with eight dishes and one soup.
Seeing this scene, Yin Shuya couldn't help opening her mouth wide, her eyelashes trembling.
She knew that Jiang Zhou was a great business wizard.
Conspiracy and conspiracy play like running clouds and flowing water.
Those who are 543 opponents with him will cry by him every minute.
At the same time, she also knew that Jiang Zhou was a very powerful scumbag.
A pure angel, a proud school girl, a proud secretary, a lot of money... ahem, a rich woman with a lot of money.
All could not escape from his tenderness.
But how can this man be so good at cooking?
Does he really have no weaknesses?
Up in the hall, down in the kitchen...
Also... pretty handsome.
It's just dead!
"You made all these dishes?"
"Or was it made by a ghost?"
Yin Shuya's face was full of doubts: "It won't be a half-finished product that you bought, and it will be heated directly when you come back?"
Jiang Zhou raised the corners of his mouth slightly: "What? You were shocked by your master's cooking skills, did your chickens tremble?"
"..."
"Oh yes, you didn't."
Yin Shuya couldn't help rolling her eyes: "I don't believe it anyway."
Chu Yuwei heard the sound and defended Jiang Zhou: "His grandfather used to be a famous chef in Linjiang, and later passed on his cooking skills to his mother."
"Well, yes, this table is what I learned from my mother before I came here, and I will cook it for my future wife."
Jiang Zhou squinted his eyes and smiled: "In other words, you can't eat what's not your wife, you can think about it for yourself."
The voice fell.
Yin Shuya, who was just about to pinch a piece to taste, stopped.
Her expression was a little tangled, but a little eager to try.