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

Lan Xinhui didn't turn around to avoid them, and she didn't feel any embarrassment. She greeted them calmly, just like ordinary guests meeting their hosts. When passing by, she politely nodded to him. Nodding, he didn't bother him to serve the beauty.

Wang Zichen looked back and saw that she was walking towards the other end of the cooking table without looking back, standing in front of the bamboo baskets filled with coarse grains such as sweet potatoes, taro and corn, carefully selecting her food.

He was with young and beautiful girls, and he was gentle and considerate to other women, and she didn't mind at all?Was she not affected at all?

Wang Zichen was secretly angry: "What is this woman's heart made of?"

"Zichen, you're here!" Xin Tiantian greeted Wang Zichen enthusiastically, and she said affectionately, "Thank you for preparing wild vegetables like Motherwort, which I need very much right now."

Wang Zichen really wanted to say: "That's not for you, I didn't invite you, and I didn't know you were coming."

However, his upbringing prevented him from saying such harsh words. He showed his master's politeness and said: "If you like it, eat more."

He couldn't help but glanced at Lan Xinhui again, she turned and left the cooking table after picking out the coarse grains, she should have seen him talking to Xin Tiantian when she left, right?Why does she still look like she has nothing to do with her and is calm and calm?

Lan Xinhui carried the food to an unobtrusive place and sat down, savoring the delicious dishes carefully.

"Wait a minute." The familiar gentle voice came again.Lan Xinhui looked over and saw Wang Zichen standing in front of the next table. He put the food in his hands on the table, and helped his female partner to open the chair in a gentlemanly manner.

After his female partner sat down, he went around and sat down opposite her.Lan Xinhui looked away, and heard Wang Zichen say: "The meat of this kind of shrimp is relatively tender and delicious, why didn't you take it?"

"I think it's really hard to peel." His female partner said frankly: "And it's easy to get oily, which is very troublesome."

"That's it," Wang Zichen said, "I'll teach you a trick, you don't need to hold it with your hands, and it only takes three seconds to peel off the shell of a crayfish..."

He glanced at Lan Xinhui: "Look at..."

Lan Xinhui lowered her head and ate a piece of corn seriously, as if she didn't hear his words.

Wang Zichen looked away. He picked up a crayfish with chopsticks and put it on a plate: "In this way, hold the spoon in your left hand and the fork in your right hand."

Wang Zichen said while demonstrating: "First use a spoon to remove the head of the shrimp, then press the back of the shrimp with a fork, and peel off some of the shrimp shell; , press the tail of the shrimp with a spoon, and use a fork to pull out the shrimp meat... Look, did it come out?"

"Yes, it's amazing!" The girl clapped her hands and applauded: "It looks very simple and convenient, and it won't get your hands dirty...I want to learn, so please teach me!"

Wang Zichen took a look at Lan Xinhui who was still calm and concentrated on eating without looking sideways, he secretly let out a breath, and taught him patiently.

It was the first time for the girl to peel the shrimp shells like this, and she was a little clumsy.

In addition, Wang Zichen, the teacher who taught him, was single-minded, and his eyes followed Lan Xinhui who picked up the plate and left the table.

The girl opposite him was struggling with the shrimp on the plate with a spoon in one hand and a fork in the other. Suddenly, her hand slipped, and the shrimp on the plate flew out.

At that time, Lan Xinhui happened to walk to their table, and the shrimp flew straight towards her neat and tidy skirt.