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Chapter 60 I donĄŻt want to make you fat

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    Both of them suddenly became quiet, and the atmosphere in the room became extremely quiet. You could even hear the sound of the second hand of the clock hanging on the wall moving.

    Si Mingnian lowered his head and moved closer to her neck. The freshness and warmth of the girl made him unbearable.  He took a deep breath, bent his knees to rest on the sofa, raised his head and kissed her face reluctantly, "Good boy, wait for me for a while." After that, he walked out.

    Jing Xiaojun suddenly wanted to laugh in his shyness, and the tall man of 1.8 meters was shy.  She sat up and stroked her hot face, guessing that he must have taken a cold shower.  Um!  ItĄŻs written like this in novels.

    Twenty minutes later, WeChat arrived and it was Si Mingnian.

    Tai Diming: Are you asleep?

    Jing Xiaojun: Not yet.

    Tai Diming: What do you want to eat tomorrow morning?

    Jing Xiaojun: Will you do it for me?

    Tai Diming: IĄŻll ask someone to buy it.

    Jing Xiaojun:.  .  .  Are you OK?

    Tai Diming: I want to come over.

    Jing Xiaojun:.  .  .  .

    Jing Xiaojun didnĄŻt dare to answer, and he didnĄŻt dare to say any more, for fear that he wouldnĄŻt be able to bear being alone with her.  So we talked here and there until twelve o'clock in the evening. Jing Xiaojun fell asleep holding his cell phone.

    After a dreamless night, he actually slept very well. Jing Xiaojun seriously doubted whether he had turned into a pig. Shouldn't he be excited?

    Standing in the bathroom, looking at her sleepy self in the mirror, God gave her a good face, and her knowledge created her good temperament; but this fate seemed weird, giving her a paper boyfriend.

    While I was brushing my teeth and thinking wildly, the doorbell rang.  There was no need to guess that it was Si Mingnian. She finished brushing her teeth in a panic, and when she went to open the door, she was wondering if she should tell him the password.

    As soon as the door opened, Si Mingnian stood at the door like a wall. It was not that he had never seen Jing Xiaojun in the early morning, but he felt happiest when he could see her first thing every day when he got up.

    He raised his hand and stroked her head: "Did you sleep well?"

    Jing Xiaojun had dimples on his lips again, and his voice was soft and crisp: "It's great."

    "Ahem!" Standing behind Si Mingnian, Gao Zhuo said a friendly reminder not to scatter dog food everywhere.

    When Siming Nian asked him to buy this house, he knew it was related to Jing Xiaojun, but he didn't expect the boss to be so quick. Looking at the situation, Jing Xiaojun agreed to the boss.

    However, he is really good at being an assistant.  .  .  Use three hundred words to omit his feelings at this moment.

    Si Mingnian asked him to go to Yujin Garden to buy breakfast early in the morning.

    Yujinyuan is a time-honored brand with dozens of names in Ningcheng. It has existed in this city since before liberation.  After years of polishing, the brand has become better and better, and its taste has always been at the forefront of Ningcheng food.

    Jing Xiaojun was startled by the sudden cough, "Assistant Gao, why are you here?"

    The implication is that your light bulb is bright enough.

    Gao Zhuo smiled, do you think I want to be this light bulb?  I was forced!

    He raised the food box in his hand: "Mr. Si specially asked me to go to Yujin Garden to buy breakfast for you."

    "Talk too much!" Si Mingnian glanced at him, took the food box from where he left, hugged Jing Xiaojun's shoulders and walked into the house, "Go back!"

    ??????Typical burning of bridges, not even letting him enter the room.

    The boss fell in love for the first time, and he was absolutely doting on her!

    Jing Xiaojun stared curiously at the square food box in his hand: "Does Yujinyuan still provide such beautiful food boxes?"

    He picked up the food box and waved it in front of her eyes, "This is from my house."

    "Then Gao Zhuo went back to your house early in the morning to get the food box, then went to Yujinyuan and delivered it over after buying it?" She also gestured with her hand.

    He stood in front of the dining table, unscrewing the food boxes layer by layer, and took out each small grid, "Yeah!"

    Good guy, the characteristics of a domineering president are well displayed. No wonder every president in the novel is equipped with a good assistant, all to reflect the domineering nature of the president?  Ha ha ha ha!

    Thinking about this, she looked at the dining table, Guangzhou Liwan Tingzi porridge, Cantonese crystal buns, Donghexilu shrimp dumplings, Shanghai soup dumplings, golden cakes, crystal fire cold melon dumplings, red crispy prawns  Rice rolls, East and West four-style rice rolls, handmade fried dough sticks, and shrimp dumplings in American soup.  .  .  There is also a double skin milk.

    She looked around and asked doubtfully: "Si Mingnian, do you treat me like a pig?"

    You are afraid that if you want to make me fat, no one will chase me, right?

    Si Mingnian smiled and pushed her into the chair: "It's a bit much, let's see, which one to eat first?"??  Crystal bag?  "

    He picked up a crystal clear bag and placed it in the bowl in front of her, gesturing for her to use her chopsticks.  These are Cantonese-style morning tea snacks, and itĄŻs not like she hasnĄŻt eaten them before.

    ????????????????? However, her appetite is not big, and she will probably be exhausted in the kitchen after eating this meal.

    He also sat down and ate slowly with her.  Although there are many varieties of Cantonese breakfast, the portion size is acceptable, only 2-3 pieces per serving.

    ItĄŻs just that the handmade fried dough sticks are really huge. He picked up the fried dough sticks elegantly and pinched them lightly with his fingers. The fried dough sticks fell gently into the small bowl of Tingzi porridge.

    Jing Xiaojun had dinner with him when he was in Rong County and saw his noble elegance.  I have to say that sitting next to him and just looking at him is a pleasure.

    She ate crystal buns, red rice sausages, and golden cakes, and she really couldnĄŻt eat anymore.  She looked at him awkwardly: "Can I stop eating?"

    He glanced at the table full of snacks and said, "I bought a little too much."

    Jing Xiaojun said: "Your assistant is very considerate."

    Si Mingnian: "It's okay! Don't waste food. Come on, eat another one."

    Jing Xiaojun said: "Don't worry, I promise not to waste it. Is it okay if I come back to eat in the evening?"

    Si Mingnian scooped up a mouthful of porridge with a spoon and handed it to her mouth, as if coaxing a child: "Then eat some porridge."

    "Ah!" Jing Xiaojun opened his mouth obediently, held the spoon in his mouth and swallowed the porridge.

    "Si Mingnian's slender fingers were held just below the top of the chopsticks. His movements were different from ordinary people's, and seemed particularly slow. He picked up another piece of shrimp king.

    Jing Xiaojun thought he was going to feed him again, so he quickly dodged, but he brought it to his mouth and took a bite.

    After tasting it like tea, he asked: "Xiaojun, what do you think of the breakfast here?"

    "Are you talking about Yujin Garden?" Jing Xiaojun recalled that Wu Yan and Jing Anan often went to this restaurant for morning tea in the Jing family, but the original owner had never been there once.

    Not only have they never been there, every time Wu Yan and Jing Anan went there, they would make sarcastic remarks when they came back, joking that the original owners had never seen the world.

    She shook her head honestly, "I have been growing up in Rong County and have never been to Yujin Garden."

    "Yujinyuan has been in Ningcheng for forty years and it relies on craftsmanship. I don't want to fatten you up, but I want you to taste their brand culture in their food." Si Mingnian put down his chopsticks.  He expressed his true intention, "If a store or a company wants to stand in the circle, it must uphold a culture. Otherwise, no matter how delicious it is, it will just be food, not gourmet food." (Remember this site.  Website: www.hlnovel.com
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