Chapter 93 A good choice
Hearing Zhuang Ling's initial questioning turned into rambling uncertainties, Meng Yao especially wanted to raise his head to the sky and scream.

"He likes to eat or not!"

It's a pity, just think about it, let alone whether she will be beaten to death after speaking, she alone can't get over her own conscience.

Isn't it just a meal!
"Grandma, don't worry, he doesn't have so many taboos."

"It's just that you can't eat too much spicy food, and you don't eat too much salty ones when they are bland, and you don't eat much sour or sweet ones. He likes garlic broccoli better than me."

Barbara, Meng Yao kept talking a lot, and she didn't even notice that Zhuang Ling's eyes had changed when she looked at her. She didn't stop until Lu Zhixing, who was standing at the kitchen door, coughed lightly.

Facing Shang Lu Zhixing's face that seemed to be smiling but not smiling, she realized that she had said a little too much, especially when she saw Zhuang Ling's expression that I knew well.

"That grandma is not what you think. I just cooked for him for a few days, so I know his taste. I really have nothing to do with him."

"Oh, it turns out that Yaoyao can cook, why didn't I know."

Looking at Liu An who suddenly came out from behind Lu Zhixing, Meng Yao realized that she seemed to be getting darker and darker.

"It's really not what you think. He and I are just ordinary colleagues, not even friends."

After saying something angrily, Meng Yao rushed out of the kitchen blushing.

She didn't want to explain anymore, anyway, the clearer clears himself.

But things backfired, she thought that others would believe her if she didn't explain, but in the end she found out that her grandparents completely regarded Lu Zhixing as her own.

At the dinner table, Zhuang Ling kept adding food to Lu Zhixing, "Come on, come on, Zhixing, Yaoyao said that you like this garlic broccoli, eat more."

"And this, I don't know what you like to eat, so I made a cola chicken wing according to Yaoyao's taste. You can try it if you like it."

Watching Zhuang Ling pick up food for Lu Zhixing at the table full of serving chopsticks, Meng Yao felt like her head was going to explode.

What's the matter, isn't it just to thank him for helping him deal with the video, so he was invited to eat at home?
But why doesn't it look like that now?

In this way, Lu Zhixing received a very warm reception from Liu An and Zhuang Ling during the meal, and drank two glasses of wine by the way.

But Meng Yao didn't know what to eat, and watched her favorite dishes enter Lu Zhixing's stomach.

In the end, Meng Yao was reluctantly dragged out by Zhuang Ling to send Lu Zhixing away.

Chu Yang, who had already received the call and was waiting at the door, saw Meng Yao, and he consciously stepped forward and said, "Hi Miss Meng, we meet again."

Afterwards, he asked Liu An and Zhuang Ling in turn, causing the two elders to nod their heads non-stop, and praised Lu Zhixing for being sensible, and even taught his subordinates to be sensible and polite.

In the end, Meng Yao returned to her room angrily, and patted Kong Lao Lao's stomach with a look of lovelessness.

"Lu Zhixing is a dog man, he won't be afraid to die after eating so much."

At this time, Lu Zhixing was leaning on the back seat of the car, rubbing his stomach, and sighing from time to time.

"It turns out that older people are all the same, I'm afraid you won't be full and feel bloated!"

Chu Yang, who was driving the car, saw him like this from the rearview mirror, and couldn't help but twitched his lips, "President, why did you suddenly come to Miss Meng's house for dinner?"

With one look at him, Lu Zhixing knew that this was not what he actually wanted to ask.

However, he didn't intend to hide his decision, "Don't you think, if you have to find someone to marry, she is a good choice!"

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