In order to break off the engagement, I made CEO Bingshan cry.

Bang!

In the crowded and cramped kitchen, the flames almost reached the roof!

Zhang Ruoyu was holding an iron pot of nearly [-] kilograms with one hand. When the oil was boiling, he threw the prepared ginger, garlic and chili into the pot, and the hot oil immediately splashed.

He flipped the spoon, flipped the pot over and stir-fried, and threw various condiments into the pot. From time to time, a half-meter-high flame burst out in the kitchen.

Han Jiangxue, who was standing aside preparing side dishes, was very scared.

But this guy's cooking skills are really great.

Whether it's spooning or knife skills, he is simply better than a star chef.

And the tangy fragrance whetted her appetite.

The stir-fried vegetables are full of color and aroma, and the bone soup simmering next to them is constantly exuding a strong aroma.

The temperature was getting higher, and the kitchen was so small that flames were blazing, making Zhang Ruoyu sweat profusely.

Han Jiangxue prepared the side dishes, picked up tissue and came over to wipe Zhang Ruoyu's sweat.

"what?"

Zhang Ruoyu, who was holding a cigarette and stir-frying the last dish, was about to scold Han Jiangxue for moving his hands.

Han Jiangxue rolled her eyes: "I'll wipe your stinky sweat, don't move, your aunt is watching."

Zhang Ruoyu immediately did not dare to move, and even cooperated with Han Jiangxue, bending down and tilting his head, fearing that she would not be able to reach her.

Han Jiangxue kept taking out paper to wipe his sweat. Because she was so close, she could see his stubble that hadn't been shaved in a few days, his strong facial lines, dark eyes, and muscles full of elasticity and explosive power...

This sweat-soaked bastard really has a lot to offer.

"That's almost it." Zhang Ruoyu glared at Han Jiangxue. "Don't always take advantage of others."

Mr. Han had already started to wipe the sweat from his chest along the collar.

"Your clothes are wet and covered with sweat." Han Jiangxue said harshly after the sneak attack failed.

"My butt is also covered in sweat, do you want to wipe it off?" Zhang Ruoyu pouted, and because of the inconvenience with his hands, he pushed Han Jiangxue away with his butt. "Hurry up and serve the food. You and my aunt will eat first."

"No, I'll wait for you to eat together." Han Jiangxue raised her eyebrows.

Eating with my aunt, she was a little awkward.

"Grudge." Zhang Ruoyu spit out the cigarette butt and stir-fried the last dish.

These five dishes and one soup were all my aunt's favorites, and he kept them in mind.

But from beginning to end, he never asked Mr. Han what he liked to eat, or made a special trip for her.

But Mr. Han has a big style and is not picky about food.

It was originally his aunt's birthday, and even the cake was prepared by Mr. Han.

Is it virtuous enough?

"Auntie, it's time to eat!"

Zhang Ruoyu served the dishes one by one and opened a few bottles of beer.

Then serve.

Lin Qingxi also sat on the chair.

The two subconsciously found their seats just like they did ten years ago.

Although the seat left for Han Jiangxue was large, he felt like an outsider, sitting in the exclusive chair of Zhang Ruoyu's dead father.

"Auntie, try my cooking. I have been working in Beimang for ten years, and my cooking skills have long been perfected. I have always wanted to find an opportunity to cook a big meal for you." Zhang Ruoyu kept picking up vegetables for his aunt.

Soon, the bowl in front of my aunt was filled with vegetables, and the rice was no longer visible.

When he returned to Beijing to visit his aunt, she was all the one waiting on him, and she didn't even let him in the kitchen.

Han Jiangxue was not polite either. After struggling all day, her stomach was already growling.

Picking up a piece of soft and glutinous braised pork, he put it into his small mouth, chewed it carefully, and couldn't help but feel happy.

This guy is indeed the god of cooking that even the army leaders rely on.

If I were his leader, I would definitely not agree to his retirement!

But in order to show that I eat every day, I even get tired of eating.

Han Jiangxue quickly calmed down the expression on her face and raised her eyebrows: "The braised pork is not as good as last night. There was too much sugar and it was too stewed and not chewy."

Zhang Ruoyu's tiger body trembled.

What did this bitch eat in her dream last night?

He didn't bother to talk to her and continued to pick up food for his aunt.

Lin Qingxi smiled warmly and said softly: "Don't just pick up food for me, pick some for your wife too."

As soon as these words came out, Zhang Ruoyu didn't have much reaction.

Han Jiangxue, who was tasting the dishes, was not happy.

The braised pork in my mouth immediately lost its aroma.

I don’t have long hands?

Do I need him to pick up food for me?

Do you think they are all like you and want to come to my house and be the uncle?

Han Jiangxue turned back to being a guest, picked up a fat chicken leg and stuffed it into Zhang Ruoyu's bowl, and said thoughtfully: "You have been drinking every day recently, and you don't eat on time. Please take care of yourself more, lest my aunt blame me for not taking good care of you."

Zhang Ruoyu twitched the corner of his mouth.

In hindsight, he noticed subtle changes on the dining table.

Perfunctorily, he gave Mr. Han a few more chopsticks to eat, then immersed himself in eating and drinking, not daring to get upset.

You two are relatives, and you are the junior and the elder. Why are you still trying to compete?

Women are really hard to take care of, especially beautiful women.

I was full after the meal, but also frightened.

Even Mr. Han, who never eats staple food in order to stay in shape, also made a big bowl of rice.

There's nothing I can do about it, this bastard's cooking is too delicious.

Eating only vegetables is disrespectful to rice.

"Come, let's have a drink." Zhang Ruoyu raised his glass.

Auntie and Mr. Han also cooperated and picked up the wine glasses.

But as soon as Zhang Ruoyu drank a glass of wine, his expression suddenly changed. He felt a little stiff all over, but he didn't dare to expose it.

Under the dining table, Mr. Han took off his shoes, and his delicate white feet were rubbing against Zhang Ruoyu's legs.

She also teased her up and down, which was very obscene.

"What's wrong?" Lin Qingxi asked softly.

"It's okay." Zhang Ruoyu continued to pour the second glass of wine and grinned. "If you were bitten by a mosquito, it was probably just a lustful female mosquito."

"Come on, let's have another drink."

Another drink.

Zhang Ruoyu frowned suddenly.

Han, just forget it!

Why are you pinching my leg hair with your toes?

I have a razor, so you don’t need to use your feet to pluck my hair!

Han Jiangxue was scolded as a lustful female mosquito. How could she let this bastard go?

Are you allowed to harass me at the board meeting?

Can't I touch your thigh at family dinner?

What happened to pulling out a few leg hairs?

A cold look flashed in Mr. Han's eyes: Brother Zhang, if you come out to fool around, you will have to pay back sooner or later!