Domineering CEO: Wife remarry

"." Tong Zhenyu was speechless, silent for a while, and then compromised: "Okay, let's buy a few more bags of flour later. As for pork, the refrigerator at home may not fit a hundred catties, so I'd better wait until the pork from the vegetable market Let’s find the owner who sells pork at the stall, and ask him to get an extra pig’s pork tomorrow morning and divide it for us.”

"It's still you who are thoughtful." Zijun laughed immediately, reached out to shake Tong Zhenyu's hand, and said, "I knew that my husband is the best."

"." Tong Zhenyu was speechless again, saying that he was the best to satisfy her such a small wish. Zhang Zijun, a woman's request, was indeed so low.

After discussing the matter of going to the orphanage tomorrow, the two began to buy ingredients for tonight, because Tong Zhenyu said to cook western food tonight, so Zhang Zijun didn't know what ingredients to buy.

"It doesn't matter whether you cook Chinese food or Western food, I have to cook some soup first." Zijun took a white radish in his hand and said, "This white radish is full of water. I'll buy one and cook soup."

"What time is it now, is it too late to boil the big bones?" Tong Zhenyu said frowning as he looked at the white radish in Zhang Zijun's hand.

"Who said I need to boil big bone broth? I want to cook crucian carp and silver shreds, okay? Silver shreds are radish shreds, you know?"

"..." Tong Zhenyu was embarrassed, he really forgot about this dish.

In fact, Zijun remembered this dish because it was Shao Meizhen's favorite dish, and she just wanted to try it tonight.

Tong Zhenyu said to cook western food for her, so naturally he bought the seasoned steak and some necessary ingredients, such as onions.

"Now I have to buy a frying pan." Tong Zhenyu picked out the ingredients and put them in the basket, and then said to Zijun, "I have to buy you a small oven so that your father can bake bread and cakes by himself in the future." .”

"My dad doesn't like Western food," Zijun said dumbfounded, "He doesn't even like bread and cakes. He's been used to Chinese breakfasts like steamed buns, steamed buns, fried dough sticks, soy milk all his life. How can he eat those Western-style breakfasts?"

"Even if dad doesn't eat it, maybe future aunts will like it." Tong Zhenyu said with a smile: "Your dad always wants to find an aunt for you, doesn't he? Don't you want him to spend the rest of his life alone?"

"..." Zhang Zijun was speechless before saying, "Who knows if my aunt will like bread and cakes in the future? Maybe she is the same as my father, and only wants Chinese breakfast."

"You're probably right, then it's possible." Tong Zhenyu said with a smile: "Besides, there's nothing wrong with filling the oven for the family. Dad can bake chicken wings occasionally, and it's not necessary to bake bread. Cakes."

"Okay," Zijun accepted helplessly. Anyway, Tong Zhenyu is rich, so he can add it if he wants. It's just a household oven, and it doesn't take up space anyway.

Zijun thought that Tong Zhenyu was just adding an oven, who knew that he also bought a frying pan and some daisies for western food, but the waiter helped them push a shopping cart to load them.

"Today we are holding an event here. If you buy over 1888 yuan, you can get a love pillow," the salesperson enthusiastically handed a love pillow to Zijun.

"Then I bought nearly 4000 yuan." Tong Zhenyu pointed to the things in the shopping cart and said, "Can you give me something else?"

"Then I'll give you another love pillow." While the salesperson was speaking, Zhen brought another love pillow for them.

The orange love pillow looks warm in winter, but Zijun was not polite to the salesman, so he just took it away.

After shopping for kitchen utensils, I came to the second floor. When I passed by the bakery, I saw freshly baked bread and cakes. Zijun didn’t think about buying them at first, but Tong Zhenyu suddenly said, “Let’s order a birthday cake.”

"Birthday cake?" Zijun looked at him dumbfounded: "Is your birthday today?"

"You didn't eat cake with me on my birthday," Tong Zhenyu said very calmly, "So I'll make up for it today."

"...Is this okay too?" Zijun was speechless.

"What's wrong?" Tong Zhenyu said with a smile, "That's fine as a birthday cake for you."

Zijun's birthday was in March, and she went to England last year, so Tong Zhenyu didn't celebrate her birthday. In March of the previous year, she didn't know Tong Zhenyu on her birthday.

So, after careful calculation, Tong Zhenyu and Zhang Zijun have known each other for almost two years, and Tong Zhenyu never celebrated Zijun's birthday.

Tong Zhenyu said so, not to mention that it is not expensive to buy a one-inch small birthday cake, so he and Tong Zhenyu came to the counter, looked at the birthday cake inside and said, "Choose one, chocolate or cream? Do you want fresh fruit or dried fruit for the filling in the cake?"

"This...you can do it as you see it. I don't like birthday cakes very much." Tong Zhenyu felt a little embarrassed and left the decision to Zhang Zijun.

In his impression, things like birthday cakes are actually more about creating a certain atmosphere, and they don't necessarily have to be eaten.

"You can add dried fruit to the cake filling. Chestnut." After Zijun said this to the waiter, he turned to look at Tong Zhenyu beside him.

"I want black and white chocolate outside, okay? I like black and white, and can I replace the cream with ice cream? It seems like I haven't eaten ice cream for a long time," Zijun licked the corner of his lips when he said this , looking very hungry.

Looking back, looking at Tong Zhenyu who was smiling, he couldn't help shaking his arm: "Zhenyu, I'm talking to you, what kind of cake are you buying?"

"Just black and white chocolate with ice cream, don't you say it's been a long time since I had ice cream?" Tong Zhenyu came back to his senses, smiled dotingly, and complied with her.

"Let's spread fresh fruit on top, add a little bit of dragon fruit, kiwi fruit, and mulberry fruit." Zi Xin stuck out her tongue at this point, and glanced at Lu Zhendong: "The mulberry fruit is delicious."

Tong Zhenyu looked at Zhang Zijun's mischievous movements, so childish, as if mulberry fruit was something she was looking forward to, the smile on Tong Zhenyu's face gradually became wider.

"When I was young, I went to my grandma's house, and I liked to pick mulberry fruits from the field," Zijun explained to Tong Zhenyu embarrassedly: "There are also those wild sweet potatoes that make my mouth water."

"Miss, we don't have mulberry fruit here, can I replace the mulberry fruit with cherries?" The waiter wrote down what Zijun said with a pen and asked, "Also, what words do you want to write on this cake? "

"Cherries are fine too," Zijun said, not embarrassing the waiter. Mulberry fruit is a rare thing, and it's normal if the bakery doesn't have one. He glanced at Tong Zhenyu, "What's written on the cake? Happy birthday!"