Daily life of the beloved wife of a wealthy president

Wen Sui petted the cat all day, and he didn't see Chong He until dinner time.

He changed into cotton home clothes, which looked casual and comfortable.

Wen Sui was obediently on the side, and when he saw him, he immediately smiled and shouted: "Mr. Chong, you can come and eat."

If Chong He couldn't come, he couldn't move his chopsticks. Wen Sui was a little anxious to wait, because all the food on the table was his favorite food.

Chong He came over and sat on the main seat next to Wen Sui, and frowned after taking a look at the dishes on the dinner table.

Fried chicken legs, fried chicken nuggets, fried chicken wings, sweet and sour pork ribs, dried fish, pumpkin cake, braised prawns and chicken soup.

It's all meat, and there's no vegetarian dishes, except for the pumpkin pie.

Chong He asked Aunt Zhang: "Why are they all fried food?"

He didn't say junk food was already polite.

Aunt Zhang is in charge of cooking. After 20 years of cooking, Chong He still respects her very much.

Aunt Zhang smiled and said, "These are all made for Suisui, he said he wants to eat these."

The child is too thin. I heard from A Ke that she came from the countryside. She also has children. Wen Sui, who is so thin, wishes that he would eat more and gain weight.

Wen Sui happily picked up a piece of pork ribs and put it into Chong He's bowl, "Mr. Chong, eat it, I think it should be delicious."

Wen Sui swallowed his saliva, his eyes were a little bright, at home, he was strictly restricted from eating, and his family always used junk food as an excuse for his favorite food, and he ate nourishing medicinal food every day Nausea.

He stared at the pork ribs in Chonghe's bowl, thinking, eat it quickly, he can eat it after eating, he checked whether Chonghe doesn't like these sweets, so he should try one piece and don't want it, so The delicious food is all his own, and he even picked up vegetables for Chonghe, so Chonghe can't see any flaws, maybe he thinks how virtuous he is, and he will pick up vegetables for him first.

Hee hee hee he is really happy.

Seeing Wen Sui's happy look, Chong He couldn't help pouring cold water on him: "Aunt Zhang's craftsmanship is first-class, but you can't eat any of these except chicken soup."

Wen Sui's face collapsed, and he looked at him in disbelief and asked, "Why?"

Aunt Zhang also felt puzzled, and followed Wen Sui and said, "Yes, young master, why don't you give Suisui something to eat."

Wen Sui pursed his lips, and asked him aggrievedly: "Do you want to keep it all to yourself? Mr. Chong, you can't do this, it's not good, good things should be shared together."

He said it as if he wasn't the one who just wanted to give someone a piece of food.

Chong He let out a foul breath, and said to Aunt Zhang: "He just recovered from illness, and his body can't accept these fried things. Go and prepare some vegetables and porridge for him."

Aunt Zhang felt that what he said made sense, so she stopped helping Wen Sui, so she agreed and went into the kitchen.

Wen Sui was still in shock, and explained to him anxiously: "I'm not sick, I'm cured, I can eat it, and I won't be afraid if I eat it once."

Unmoved, Chong He picked up the spare rib he had picked up for himself and put it in his mouth, frowning slightly.

Well, it's a little sweet, but it tastes good.

Chong He extended his chopsticks to the plate of sweet and sour pork ribs again.

Wen Sui was so irritated by his appearance that he was not allowed to eat it by himself, which was too much.

But people are under the eaves and have to bow their heads.

Wen Sui grabbed Chong He's hand, and said coquettishly, "Mr. Chong, can I eat a little? Just a little bit, a spare rib will do, or a chicken drumstick."

He discussed with Chong He, but Chong He was unmoved.

Wen Sui was in a hurry, and suddenly he had a quick wit, and began to sell miserably. For a bite to eat, he forcefully squeezed out a drop of crocodile tears, and said pitifully to Chong He: "Mr. Chong, I am so pitiful, I seldom eat I used to eat white flour steamed buns with steamed stuffed buns when I found such a good thing, and there were very few meaty ones. You see, I am so thin, do you have the heart not to let me eat fatter? If you touch my face, I’m so hungry gone."

Wen Sui grabbed Chonghe's hand and put it on his face, his dark eyes were full of water, he couldn't believe that he couldn't impress Chonghe.

With a delicate expression, Chong He took his hand out of Wen Sui's hand, pinched his face, and said seriously: "The face is quite small, but it feels fleshy and not thin. It's just right for you to be like this, with such a body. Thin, if the face is fat, it will be a pie face."

Wen Sui: "..."

Fuck, this girl can't let go.

Wen Sui's porridge was served soon, with vegetables, shredded pork and scallops. It was a bit shabby compared to the ones on the table, but fortunately it tasted good. He watched Chong He while eating.

Under Wen Sui's "enthusiastic" gaze, most of the junk food on the table was taken care of by Chong He. He ate very elegantly, even eating a fried chicken drumstick was so pleasing to the eye.

Chong He sighed suddenly, put a fried chicken wing into his bowl: "Eat it, this is all."

Wen Sui was about to be moved to tears by the sudden delicacy. He took a bite of the chicken wings, which were crispy, tender and delicious. He blushed and said, "Thank you, Mr. Chong, you are such a good man."

Chong He put his hands under his nose, and secretly raised the corners of his lips.