The president is committing suicide

Of course, Shen Cong and Han Jingke were not close enough to start chatting about private matters in the workplace, and it was about an annoying woman they were not very familiar with.

It only takes a little thought to understand the mystery.

He naturally focused his attention on Qiao Shen, who was acting suspiciously. This man who looked suspicious seemed to always be pestering Ah Ying intentionally or unintentionally.

Although it seems that their relationship is still work-related, Xiao Yunzheng is pursuing him very closely, and there is no shortage of girls around him. It even seems that Ding Jiayin has a closer relationship with him than with Aying.

But his intuition told him that Qiao Shen was definitely not a simple person and he had plans for Aying.

Ah Ying, the best girl in the world, told him that she only had him, Shen Cong, in her heart. Of course he believed her and her feelings for him.

The sunset on the way home was beautiful, and he felt even better because Aying said she was waiting for him at home.

"Butler Zhang, ask Aunt Wang to prepare some fresh beef and scallops. Aying will have dinner at home today." Shen Cong ordered the family to prepare in advance.

In the past, it was always Aying who took care of him. Now he was eager to make Aying get used to his care, and it would be best if he could make her so picky that she would not want to go anywhere else to find food.

Butler Zhang couldn't help but smile. It had been a long time since he saw his wife busy in the kitchen for his master. Today, he finally saw the familiar scene again: "The master and his wife are thinking the same thing. The lady has told the kitchen not to prepare anything today. She has already started preparing a surprise for you at home."

Shen Cong blurted out: "Nonsense, how can we let her really enter the kitchen?"

Butler Zhang explained that it was the Madam who insisted on doing this, and she even knew that Shen Cong might be angry if he knew: "Madam said that she knew you might be angry, and she asked me to tell you something, anger makes you age quickly, I am obsessed with looks."

Butler Zhang didn't know what face control meant, but he knew that what his wife said was useful to his master.

Shen Cong was happy in his heart, and he just managed to utter three words with a cold face: "Got it."

The car was driving very fast, but Shen Cong felt that the driver was too careless today.

His heart returned to their home before his own.

Just one look at those lights will make your heart beat faster. It feels like the waves have been created before the night has even spread, making your heart surge.

Is there any better way to be happy than to come home to a brightly lit house with your loved one inside?

Shen Cong couldn't figure it out.

He even held a cigarette in his hand, trying to calm his excitement before going in.

But thinking about how she always wrinkled her nose slightly when she smelled cigarettes, he crushed it and threw it into the trash can.

The light was faint, flowing out from the window and spreading on the dark grey grass, attracting him to walk in step by step with steady steps.

"You're back!" Her voice was cheerful and joyful, but also a little flustered. "Oh, the soup in the pot is overflowing."

With only half of her body exposed, she hurriedly ran back to the kitchen.

"I'm back." Shen Cong responded, took off his suit naturally, rolled up his sleeves, and went into the kitchen to help.

"Don't, don't, just stand there." Ding Jiaying hid her hands behind her back and ordered anxiously but firmly, "You must sit there and wait for dinner today."

Shen Cong raised his eyebrows: "Are you sure you want to surprise me, not scare me?"

Ding Jiaying was not willing to be looked down upon: "How can you say that? Are you the only one in the world who can cook? Besides, how can what I cook be bad?"

The tears in her eyes due to pain did not escape Shen Cong's eyes, and her determination was also seen.

Shen Cong took a step back, raised his hands above his head in surrender, followed her instructions and sat in the living room, waiting for her obediently: "Call me if you have any problems, don't let yourself get hurt."

Ding Jiaying promised him everything, but as soon as he left, she immediately put her hands under the running faucet to rinse them.

Oh my god, why does it hurt so much?

"Well, there's another dish to fry now, it will be ready soon."

"Okay, no rush." ​​Shen Cong pricked up his ears to listen to the situation over there. The sound of flowing water made him suspicious.

She said it would happen quickly and ten minutes later they were sitting at the dining table.

Very good, the beef was overcooked, the fish was not yet cooked, the scallops were oversteamed, but the stir-fried kale was edible.

"Is it tasty?"

Seeing Ah Ying's expectant eyes and the slight red marks on her hands, Shen Cong couldn't bear to tell the truth.

"How did you solve the problem of eating when you were studying outside?" Shen Cong knew that with Ding Jiaying's personality and appetite, she would definitely not get used to white people's food.

As expected, when this question was raised, Ding Jiaying started to talk: "Of course, I would ask friends to eat with me, especially those students who just came from China, they must have food around them."

"It seems that you are popular. How about your skills, classmate?"

"They are also of different levels, but we also go to school activities, chamber of commerce activities and even embassy activities. In comparison, the food at the Hunan Guild Hall Chamber of Commerce is the best, even better than that at the embassy. I am a middle-level player in the group, and it will not be my turn unless the people in front of me are really busy. I also won't do it myself unless I have to." Ding Jiaying seemed to be imparting her experience of eating for free.

Is this still a mid-level player?

"Why don't you do it yourself until it's absolutely necessary?"

She raised her eyebrows. "Why ask? Of course my cooking skills are only a little different from those of white people. It's good enough if it's cooked well."

Shen Cong lowered her head slightly. It seemed that she still had some self-awareness.

"I have cooked today's meal. What do you think? Although it's not as delicious as yours, it should still be good. I see you are enjoying the meal." Ding Jiaying's damn smile made Shen Cong unable to say that there was anything wrong with tonight's meal. He even felt that the reason why the fish was not steamed was because he did not know how to appreciate its beauty.

Shen Cong stopped Ding Jiaying's chopsticks and took the fish away first: "You eat other dishes first, I'll add some seasoning to this fish, I think it's a little bland."

"Didn't you say before that fish should be eaten in its original flavor, fresh and fresh?" Ding Jiaying moved her chopsticks elsewhere, but her eyes kept following Shen Cong.

When she couldn't see him, Shen Cong turned on the fire to boil water and put the fish in a pot to steam again. He didn't expect it to be very fresh and tender, but at least it had to be cooked.

He pretended to rummage through the drawers: "Aying, what do you want to drink?"

"I'd like some coffee."

Hearing the voice outside, Shen Cong was stunned for a moment: "Will I be unable to sleep if I drink coffee at night now?"

"Something's going on tonight."

Shen Cong did not doubt him and immediately started grinding beans: "Americano or latte?"

"Can you do latte art?" Ding Jiaying walked in and saw him pressing powder seriously, with the hair on his forehead hanging down to modify his already perfect profile.

She couldn't help but stand there and admire it.

"I don't know how to make latte art yet. But I can learn now."