The petite little wife: don't misunderstand the proud president

Suddenly seeing Wang Zichen coming in, Lan Xinhui's big watery eyes opened even wider.

For a moment, she maintained that sideways posture, motionless, blinking and blinking at him.

She is like this, silly and dumb, but she has a childlike innocence.

I don't know why, Wang Zichen was suddenly attracted by her cute appearance,

Wang Zichen stopped and looked at her quietly.

Through her figure, he seems to have seen the scene when he first met the girl in the peach blossom forest: he inadvertently broke into the depths of the peach blossom forest.

Among the flowers, the girl he saw gave people the same feeling, a little cute and silly, but pure and clear, like a fairy left in the world...

They stared at each other blankly like this, and it took an unknown amount of time before Lan Xinhui came back to her senses. She turned around and said in surprise, "Didn't you say you're not free?"

"I remember what I said was 'maybe' not available." Wang Zichen said, "I originally had an appointment today, but it was temporarily cancelled."

"Zichen is here?" Zhu Jiumei stood at the door and called out, "It's cold outside, come in quickly!"

"Grandma, happy birthday!" Wang Zichen greeted her with the gift she bought.

Zhu Jiumei looked at the presents in Wang Zichen's hand: "Why do you still buy so many? Yesterday Huihui brought back a lot and said that you bought them. Why do you still bring gifts back today?"

After Wang Zichen entered the room, he put the gift on the table by the door: "Grandma's birthday, I can't come back empty-handed, right?"

Zhu Jiumei smiled like a blooming flower: "If you are empty-handed, you will be empty-handed. Your return will be the greatest gift!"

Seeing that Wang Zichen took off his coat, she turned the electric heater in his direction: "Come here and warm up... Winter in the south is very cold and damp, are you used to it?"

Wang Zichen came over and sat down on the chair beside Zhu Jiumei: "Fortunately, I've been here for a few years, and I'm used to it."

"You got used to it so quickly? Back then, when I just came here..." Zhu Jiumei's "Thinking Back then" just started, but was interrupted by Lan Xinhui's voice from outside: "Grandma, Do you want stir-fried vegetables or hot pot?"

Zhu Jiumei quickly agreed: "Eat hot pot."

At this time, Lan Xinhui came in with an induction cooker: "It's too dark in the kitchen, shall we have hot pot in the living room?" The rural dining table is set in the kitchen, and the walls in the kitchen are relatively dark, Lan Xinhui Worried that Wang Zichen would dislike him.

Zhu Jiumei nodded and agreed: "Okay." She stood up and cleaned up the things on the table.She forgot the topic of "remembering the past" just started, and prepared hot pot together with Lan Xinhui.

Seeing them getting busy, Wang Zichen was embarrassed to continue sitting, so he also went to the kitchen to help.

The three of them worked together for a while, and after they were done, they sat around the hot pot and started having dinner.

This hot pot meal is very simple, without any hot pot base, just boiled Chinese yam, tofu, fish balls, yuba and green vegetables with stewed chicken.

But for some reason, Wang Zichen, who always ate only seven or eight percent full, was full.

Perhaps it was because Lan Xinhui's grandmother had been persuading him to eat more, and he couldn't bear to refuse the old man's kindness.

Or maybe it was because Lan Xinhui, who was eating hot pot, showed a side he rarely saw: her face was reddened by the heat of the hot pot, and she was afraid of being scalded. Inhale continuously while in the mouth...

He has seen a lot of beautiful women's manners at dinner, and he doesn't know where he got into the water today, but he even glanced at her from time to time until he was full before he knew it.

Is this the so-called "beautiful food"?