Noble wife

Looking through the calendar on the phone, Bo Chou suddenly found that today is Zhong Ziqi's birthday.

"You must give her a surprise." Bo Chou murmured.

Just do what you say, it just so happens that Zhong Ziqi is working in the company, and Bo Chou can secretly prepare gifts at home alone, and then send them to her

"What should I give?" Bo Chou fell into deep thought.

Jewelry, Zhong Ziqi has seen and designed these a lot, there is nothing new at all, and giving electronic products does not fit Zhong Ziqi's temperament, most of them will be left at home to collect ashes.

Bo Chou pondered for a long time, and finally searched the Internet for the content of "preparing birthday surprises for people you like".

"Take her to the beach for vacation, and confess to her under the stars?" Bo Chou opened a post with the most likes, "No, Zhong Ziqi is busy with new designs recently, so he definitely doesn't have time to go to the beach with me."

Bo Chou directly denied it, and moved his gaze to the next item.

"Put yourself in a box and give it to your loved one at night? What do you mean?" Bo Li frowned, and the comments below were all "666". He studied for a long time, but he didn't understand, so he automatically ignored this one.

After reading several articles in succession, either he couldn't understand them, or they were inappropriate, Bo Chou sighed, and was about to close the webpage, when he caught a glimpse of an inconspicuous piece of content out of the corner of his eye.

"Cook a meal full of love for the one you love, capture her stomach, and let her feel your full love through the experience of taste buds."

After Bo Chou read it again, he suddenly felt enlightened.

"It's easy!"

Although Bo Chou's ten fingers don't touch Yang Chunshui, and someone else cooks at home all the time, the nutritionist in the villa should know Zhong Ziqi's taste, let him help guide and guide, it shouldn't be difficult to cook some meals by himself.

Looking at the time in the lower left corner, there are still about three hours before Zhong Ziqi gets off work, which is enough for him to learn how to cook a table of dishes.

The nutritionist of the villa was temporarily called to the kitchen by Bo Chou, and looked at him in surprise when he heard Bo Chou said that he wanted to learn how to cook with him.

"You want to learn how to cook with me?"

"Yes, tell me, what kind of dishes Ziqi likes to eat? And how to make these dishes."

"This..." Seeing Bo Chou's eager expression, the nutritionist took a deep breath and said, "Okay, wait a moment, I'll make a list for you."

The nutritionist acted quickly, and quickly sorted out the relevant dishes, and attached the recipe thoughtfully.

"Stir-fried eggplant, this is simple." Bo Chou also knew his own level, so he chose a few seemingly simple dishes, rolled up his sleeves and prepared to do a big job, "Okay, I'll make it myself, you go first busy."

With a big wave of his hand, Bo Chou told the nutritionist to leave the kitchen, took out two eggplants and a green pepper, and rinsed them under the water.

"Dole—dole—"

Different from the clear and clear sound of chopping vegetables that I often hear on TV, Bo Chou chops vegetables carefully, and is very nervous every time he cuts, for fear of making a mistake.

After 10 minutes of chopping a plate of eggplants, Bo Chou put them on a plate, picked up the green peppers and started chopping.

Cut the eggplant into hob pieces and shred the green pepper.By the time Bo Chou finished, it had already been 10 minutes.

He picked up the oil pan, and before the oil was hot, he poured in a pile of undrained vegetables, and the oil dripped all over the place, startling the nutritionist to rush in.

"Are you..." the nutritionist asked cautiously, "Do you need help?"

Bo Chou didn't look at him, waved his hand and said, "No need, you get out quickly because of the oily smoke, I'll fix it later."

The nutritionist had to back out as he said.

"Stir-fry until the eggplant becomes soft, add the green pepper and stir-fry until it is raw, pour in an appropriate amount of soy sauce, add a little salt, and stir-fry evenly." Bo Chou poured soy sauce and salt into the pot while reading the words on the recipe .

"Is this too light? Add a little more."

After Bo Chou put in the seasoning, he fiddled with it a few times with a shovel, and poured it into a plate placed aside.

"You're done."

Bo Chou made seven or eight dishes in the same way, put them on white porcelain plates, served them out one by one, and placed them on the table in a heart shape.

Ziqi will definitely like it when she sees it.

Bo Chou called other people and asked them to help prepare some candles and put them next to him, and chose a bottle of red wine to put on the hangover rack.

Everything is ready, just waiting for Zhong Ziqi to come back.

Soon it was time for Zhong Ziqi to get off work, but contrary to what Bo Chou thought, a long time passed and Zhong Ziqi did not come back.

"What's going on? Are you working overtime again?"

Bo Chou knew that Zhong Ziqi was very concerned about his career, so he was not in a hurry, so he thought about sending her a text message first.

The text message was sent like a stone sinking into the sea, and there was no response for a long time.

The food on the table gradually became cold, and Bo Chou gradually became anxious, took out his mobile phone and called Zhong Ziqi.

"Dud du du - hello, the number you dialed is temporarily unanswered, please try again later."

After making three or four phone calls in a row, Zhong Ziqi didn't answer, and Bo Chou felt something was wrong.

"Housekeeper, prepare a car for me."

The butler lowered his hands and said respectfully, "Okay, where are you going?"

"Go to Ziqi's company."

Bo Chou was worried that Zhong Ziqi was addicted to overtime again, didn't hear the phone ringing, and didn't remember to eat on time, so after thinking about it, he called a nutritionist to put the dishes into lunch boxes, and planned to deliver them to Zhong Ziqi's company himself.

When Bo Chou arrived downstairs at Zhong Ziqi's company, it was already dark, and the driver drove nearby and stopped.

"Mr. Bo, there seem to be a lot of people gathered downstairs in Ms. Zhong's company. The car can't drive through. I'll call the security guards to evacuate immediately."

Bo Chou frowned, "Can't we get through now? Forget it, then stop here and I'll walk over."

The driver hurriedly said, "Mr. Bo, you just have to wait a little longer."

"It's okay." Bo Chou waved his hand nonchalantly, "It's only a few steps away, there's no need to alert the security guards."

He wanted to see Zhong Ziqi soon.

The crowd downstairs in the company showed a surrounding posture, and there seemed to be a lot of candles placed in the middle.

A pink candle was burning brightly, and a male figure stood in the light.

Bo Chou called Zhong Ziqi while walking, but still no one answered.

"Strange." Bo Chou was puzzled, and suddenly heard a somewhat familiar male voice from the crowd in front of him.

"Zhong Ziqi, I like you and want to be with you, can you give me a chance to take care of you for the rest of your life?"

Hearing Zhong Ziqi's name, and still being courted by others, Bo Chou's face darkened, and he walked forward quickly.

Among the crowd, someone used many heart-shaped candles on the ground to form a big love heart.

Zhong Ziqi's ex-boyfriend Tang Xu'an, dressed like a dog, is holding a bunch of pink roses, and is saying his confession very affectionately.

Standing opposite was Zhong Ziqi, who was blocked by the people brought by Tang Xu'an at the entrance of the company and couldn't leave for a while, and was forced to listen to Tang Xu'an's confession, so his face was full of impatience.