Chapter 74

"Mr. Jing?" A familiar voice is ringing in my ear.

Jing chihan, looking at the woman in front of him, squinted: "hmm?"

Joss saw that he was obsessed and asked suspiciously, "is this movie boring, or I'll change it."

Jos thought it was very frightening. She was watching a movie well, but suddenly her eyes floated over. Then she saw Jing chihan's head was tilted and his eyes were staring at her. When he looked at her, his eyes didn't know where they had gone. They looked strange and made her back hairy for no reason.

Jing chihan glanced at the TV in front of him and let out his breath. Just now, he thought of those things before, but he was absorbed.

"No, it's late. Go to bed." Then he got up and went upstairs.

Jos looked at his back until he disappeared. Then he got up, turned off the TV and went up to the second floor.

Jing chihan went back to his room without a rest. Instead, he went to the cloakroom and opened the drawer in the middle of the cabinet. Inside, a pink umbrella was lying quietly.

He moved his eyes, took out the umbrella, opened it, and looked at it for a while. The smile on the corner of his mouth slowly expanded.

Just then, the cell phone rang.

He put down the umbrella, went back to the room, picked up the phone, looked at the caller ID, he picked up: "what are you doing?"

"To do nothing is to thank you for your generosity." The voice of the phone's smiley face is not Fu Chen or who.

Fu Chen is now as happy as an immortal. He left a large number of snacks before the hour workers left. Now he is eating snacks while watching a movie. He thinks he can't forget his brother even if he is so smart, so he calls to show off.

"The hour you're looking for has a good craftsmanship. The chocolate she makes is much better than that made by my younger brother and sister."

Mentioning this, Jing chihan's face is not good. He squints his eyes and doesn't say a word.

I haven't heard back for a long time. I seem to have imagined the storm on someone on the other end of the phone. Fu Chen coughed and changed the topic: "what? Don't say these. Did you check the stocks I told you before?"

"Well." "It's a holding company in the United States. It's a bit of a problem," Jing said casually

"I'll tell you. Now that you're checking, let me know if you have any results. It's OK. Hang up first." With that, the other end was going to hang up.

Jing chihan suddenly said, "wait a minute."

Fu Chen stopped: "what's the matter?"

"How do you make chocolate?"

"..." Fu chenmo for a long time, thought that he had heard wrong, rubbed his ears and said: "you say it again, I didn't hear you clearly just now."

"Forget it." Jing zhehan's expression is not good. He plans to hang up coldly.

Fu Chen said in a hurry: "OK, OK, you don't hang up. It's just chocolate. I'll help you find a recipe, but what do you do? Can't your little lover do it?"

"Find the recipe and send it to me, that's it." Hang up the phone, Jing qiehan without reason some angry.

After a while, Fu Chen's e-mail came. Jing chihan opened it and found that it was the recipe of millet porridge, not chocolate. He frowned.

Then the phone rings.

Fu Chen's rambling voice came from the other side: "I just looked at chocolate. The technical content is too high. If you want to please your younger brother and sister, just cook some porridge. It's good for you to cook porridge with your hands."

"You talk a lot." The man is not happy.

Fu Chen said with a smile: "I'm serious, and you've been with my younger brother and sister for a long time, so I didn't think about making something for her. After that in the evening, the next day I didn't want to cook some porridge and send it to her pillow for romance?"

Jing chihan: "ha ha."

"Don't laugh. I'm serious. Women have no resistance to this. Whatever men do can make them moved. The woman before me, whose name is Gigi, I ordered takeout that morning. She thought it was me who made it. She happily kissed me for a day. If it wasn't for my amazing self-control, I wouldn't have to get out of bed that day."

"If it's OK, just hang up." For Fu Chen's words, Jing chihan scoffs.

Fu Chen was a little worried: "don't believe me, just cook porridge. I'll get up tomorrow morning and cook porridge. You can watch. If joss doesn't kiss you, I'll cut off my head and sit on it as a stool for you."

Hang up the phone, Jing Che Han looking at the recipe in the mail, although disdain on the face, but the mind moved up.

The next day, joss got up early and was about to go downstairs to make breakfast when he saw someone in the kitchen.

Jing chihan stood in front of the boiler in his apron, stirring something in the small pot.

Jos was stunned and stood where he was for a long time.

Noticing that someone was coming, Jing chihan took a look and said with a smile: "wake up?"

"Jing, Mr. Jing?" Jos thought she was wrong. She rubbed her eyes, rubbed them again, still in disbelief.

"Why?" Look at her standing still, the man picking eyebrows.

It took him a long time to find his voice. He pointed to the boiler and then to him: "this... This..."

"Well?"

Jos moved his steps and came in slowly. He looked at the rice porridge in the pot and the man in front of him. He asked rigidly, "Mr. Jing, is this what you made?"

"Is there anyone else here?"

"But..." joss couldn't figure it out. Why, after a sleep, what possessed Jing chihan? The old man who always wears clothes and eats food should wash his hands to make soup?

It's impossible. She may not wake up at all. Is she still dreaming?

"Wash up first, and you can eat later." He said, turning his head, he began to focus on stirring the porridge in the pot.

Joyce left the kitchen step by step. After washing, he came back a little.

Jing Che Han is really cooking. He's making breakfast in the early morning. What's wrong with him? Evil? Did you go through it? Or do you think the food she cooked is not delicious and prefer to do it yourself?

All kinds of ideas were flying wildly in my mind. After a while, breakfast was finally ready. Jing chihan came out with a small pot, took two bowls, and said: "I didn't expect that one pot of porridge would last so long. I didn't have time to do anything else. I'll make do with it. If it's not enough, I'll buy some outside."

She blinked a few times. When she looked up, the man opposite had already sat down and began to eat.

After eating a mouthful of porridge, she hesitated and asked, "Mr. Jing, what time did you get up?"

"More than six." He didn't care.

It's more than six o'clock. It takes at least two hours for such a dense porridge. But why did he do it?

"In fact, I bought toast yesterday, and I still have jam at home. Today, I just need to eat toast with milk. Why do you..."

"No?" He eyebrows slightly Yang, and scooped a spoonful of porridge to eat, light looking at her.

Joss swallowed his saliva and nodded: "yummy, yummy. It's much better than what I made myself. Mr. Jing, you're really a genius in the culinary industry. It's so delicious the first time you made it."

Jing chihan didn't say yes or no, and no matter whether her words were true or false, she just said, "since it's delicious, I'll eat it tomorrow?"

Jos: "it's..."

So what's the matter with you, Mr. Jing? If you need to see a doctor when you are sick, don't hide your fear.

A breakfast, eat joss all kinds of tangled, on the way to the company, she did not give up, carefully asked: "Mr. Jing, do you have any opinions on me?"

"Well?" The man looked at her, "what do you say?"

"Otherwise, why do you have to get up and cook by yourself? If you are dissatisfied with Mr. Jing, just say it. We can discuss and solve it. You don't have to beat about the bush like this. I feel like this..."

Before she finished, the car suddenly stopped with a creak.