The president is committing suicide

She ate slowly, chewing her food carefully.

She liked this slow, quiet and deserted moment, just like driving a small car aimlessly on the vast grassland, surrounded by scenery she had never seen before. Maybe she would encounter some strange things and strange people, but all this had not happened yet.

Just like Shen Cong said, the tomato beef brisket here is really delicious, sour and spicy, with a strong tomato flavor and the beef is soft and tender. It is perfect when paired with rice.

The years she spent away from home were like years of self-exile, with poor eating and sleeping. When she came back, just ordinary meals, even without seafood, shark fin or fish maw, could make her stomach feel like it was in heaven.

I saw a question before which asked how long Chinese people can go without eating Chinese food.

One of the answers below said that our soldiers have consistently topped the global individual combat competitions, and their discipline surpasses that of all other countries in the world, but they have a very obvious weakness. Under the same conditions, soldiers from a certain country can stick to eating individual rations for 6 months, but our soldiers can only eat for a month at most. One more day without hot meals will cause problems.

Therefore, the position of the kitchen team in the army is extremely important.

The little Ding Jiaying certainly can't compare with the strongest people in the world, and the little Chinese stomach also misses a hot bite of Chinese food even more.

Although her sister always gave her a lot of pocket money, she wanted to be like an ordinary student, so she always felt that it was not worthwhile to go to a Chinese restaurant. Ordinary Chinese restaurants were expensive and the food was not good, and the prices of good Chinese restaurants were really outrageous.

She is a rich woman, not a fool.

So I haven’t gone out to eat much, and I’m almost becoming a depressed turtle from eating too much.

After eating the warm home-cooked food, Ding Jiaying felt like she came alive and relaxed.

If we say that Ding Jiaying was like a frightened bird caught in the rain before, now her feathers have finally fluffed up, she raised her head and looked left and right, and she has regained some vitality.

I don't know what Shen Cong said. There were obviously people at home who were in charge of cleaning and cooking, but they didn't show up to make it easier for her.

She carefully examined the painting hanging on the wall. It was very formal and the frame was made of the finest wood, but the workmanship was not good enough.

She stood up and took a closer look. The painting showed two people, each holding a flower. Their faces were unclear, but they seemed to be smiling.

Which artist painted this masterpiece? It is so abstract?

The taste is not good.

Just as I was about to leave, I noticed a signature in the lower right corner of the painting that looked strangely familiar.

Big orange?

Ding Jiaying was startled. She wiped her eyes and looked again.

It’s really a big orange.

Oh my god, this is an ugly picture I drew.

When I was studying, I really didn’t want to attend any parties, nor visit relatives and friends. I would paint when I was traveling alone, eating alone, or bored. I didn’t pay attention to any brushwork or composition, I just painted whatever I wanted.

When Ding Yumin came to see her, she almost had nowhere to go.

“It’s a really nice painting.”

Her mindless praise made Ding Jiaying very happy.

"What is it?"

"It's you." Ding Jiaying doesn't miss many people in this world, and her sister is one of them.

She was so happy to hear this that she became Ding Jiaying's paint sponsor, even though the painter she sponsored would never become a Van Gogh.

It would have been embarrassing in front of her sister, but she had never thought that her paintings might be seen by a third person.

What's more, it was solemnly framed and placed in the most conspicuous place in the living room.

Ding Jiaying, are you really in love with Shen Cong?

"Hello, ma'am. Your clothes have been delivered. Please check and receive them."

A cute mechanical voice sounded, and Ding Jiaying looked down and saw a round and cute robot with a round smiling face flashing on the screen.

Ding Jiaying didn't see the clothes. Could they be in its stomach?

It seems that the hatch can be opened by operating the button on the screen, but where is the button? There is no interactive interface on the screen.

Just as I was at a loss for words, the robot's sweet voice rang out again: "I knew you forgot how to get things again. Come here and look into my eyes."

Yo, are you saying the most bossy words in the sweetest voice?

Ding Jiaying almost laughed out loud, and obediently looked into its eyes made up of small squares.

After a few seconds, nothing happened.

broken?

"Are you broken?" Ding Jiaying asked.

"You are the bad one. I told you about your eyes, why did you show me your forehead? Are you angry again?"

It's obviously the eyes. Ding Jiaying looked left and right, not knowing what was wrong.

The smiling face on the screen instantly turned into a sad face and then disappeared.

Black screen? No money? You can't be so stingy.

Ding Jiaying looked around the robot's head and pondered for a while. Could that green bean-sized sequin on the top of the robot be a camera?

Shen Cong stared at Ding Jiaying's confused face behind the camera, so relaxed and natural, without any guard or sadness.

His fingers continued tapping on the keyboard, and the corners of his mouth lifted involuntarily.

"Which beauty are you chatting with so happily? Why are you smiling so coquettishly? I want to tell Miss Ding Er."

Doctor Liu rushed to the computer and saw a screen full of documents waiting for review.

He was stunned for a moment: "Oh my god, he is really a pervert. He can laugh like this while reviewing documents at work, he is simply insane."

Shen Cong smiled but said nothing.

"Madam, it is these two small green eyes."

Oh, and he's a young master with a Beijing accent. The robot has many tricks.

Ding Jiaying looked at it for a few seconds, and the cover on the robot's head opened.

"It is your beautiful eyes that make me willingly do this. Please enjoy it. If you are not satisfied, you can ask me to send you the next set."

Ding Jiaying took the clothes in her hand and was amused by it: "You have a lot of robot drama. Go down, go down, this set is very good."

"twitter."

The robot sang and retreated.

Ding Jiaying took the clothes upstairs, which were just the right size, not too big or too small. Most importantly, the clothes were casual and relaxed, with details, ordinary yet thoughtful. This was exactly what Ding Jiaying needed, the feeling of blending into the crowd without being a part of the crowd.

The driver dropped him off at a path near the lake. Ding Jiaying asked him to go back first and she would call him when she needed him.

The sun was slightly warm, and the coolness in the air faded.

Ding Jiaying was walking on the greenway by the lake, but her feet still felt a little weak, so she couldn't walk fast or for long.

Soon he sat on a chair beside and stared at the lake in a daze.

A man wearing a baseball cap was walking in a hurry, as if he was avoiding someone.

Ding Jiaying couldn't help but take a look out of curiosity.

The moment their eyes met, one could feel shocked even though the man was wearing a mask.

Does this person know him?

Just as Ding Jiaying was about to ask, the man sat down next to her and put his hat on her head: "Don't talk, I'm being followed."

What? A bad guy?