Vicious female partner doesn't want to do it anymore

In the small building of Qingbai, Dong Ling asked Tang Nuo to go out for a stroll and come back after ten o'clock.

She has other properties that can be used to welcome Song Mingzhi, but the kitchens in those places are empty, not as complete as Qingbai Xiaolou, so Dongling didn't move the land, but asked the staff to avoid it first.

Naturally, Tang Nuo had no objection, took the small bag and went out to find friends.

Mama Liu came very quickly, and after looking at the ingredients in the refrigerator, she quickly made a recipe.

"Miss, stewed beef brisket in red wine can never go wrong, and there should be no problem in practicing the next two dishes."

"Okay, okay, I'll do it, Mama Liu, you direct me."

Dong Ling nodded again and again, seeing Liu Ma was about to cut the brisket and immediately stopped her, planning to do it herself.

She didn't forget the "in person" that the task system said, and started cleaning the beef brisket awkwardly and cutting it into pieces.It doesn't matter if it's cut neatly or not, it's the same when it's stewed.

After stewing the beef brisket, Dong Ling planned to handle the tofu, but for someone like her who had never cooked, she was afraid of being splashed with oil, so she had to stand far away, and Liu Ma was trying her best to direct, Dong Ling The brain listened to it but the hands couldn't do it. After being overwhelmed, Dong Ling and Liu Ma fell into despair together.

Dong Ling felt like a villain for Wen Han in his heart, and couldn't help but ask 021: [As a system, don't you have such a golden finger, let me become a chef in a second. 】

021: [Girl, have you ever met a domineering CEO who can cook, I'm not a boss or a gourmet system, wake up. 】

Dong Ling: 【Then why is Wen Han okay? I remember he can't cook either? 】

021 took it for granted: 【That's why he fried two kitchens to make one dish. 】

Dongling: [. 】

Only silence is the highest respect at this moment.

After Dong Ling ruined two pots, she suddenly had the same feeling as Fa Xiao in the original book.

A job like cooking is really not suitable for them.

The pointer jumped to 06:30, and Song Mingzhi, who was analyzing the market trend, saw the mobile phone lying aside lit up.

[Dong Ling]: Ms. Song is really sorry. The chef of the shop I reserved couldn't fly back in time because of the flight delay. The dinner later may not be held at the agreed place.

Song Mingzhi didn't reply in time when she saw it. It wasn't a big deal to her. Just order another meal. She picked up the phone and pressed her fingertips on the screen when she saw another message from the other party.

[Dong Ling]: I plan to cook in person to show my sincerity, I hope you can come to the appointment

After Dong Ling typed this line, he sent over his location coordinates.

Dong Ling was actually a little hesitant when she sent it, and felt that what she said was too solemn, but she couldn't help using this very polite and polite attitude to Song Mingzhi, because the system often made her socially embarrassed, so she Can't help but be overly normal when not dominated by the system.

Song Mingzhi had already agreed to the dinner invitation tonight, so she wouldn't break the contract. Seeing what Dong Ling said, she couldn't help but feel that she was being too polite. It always reminded her of the scene when they met for the first time, and she couldn't help laughing. .

[Song Mingzhi]: Of course, see you later

I was quite surprised to see Song Mingzhi who was "cooking herself", because she looked like a delicate flower who was raised by serving, and she could cook.

At seven o'clock, the doorbell of Qingbai Xiaolou rang.

Dong Ling welcomed the person in, and Mama Liu had already left under her signal.

There are six dishes on the table, exuding a tempting aroma.

Song Mingzhi said in amazement: "Did you cook all of these? Your cooking skills are really good."

Dong Ling pointed to the stewed beef brisket in red wine and another dish with some embarrassment, "I made these, and my aunt made the others."

Song Mingzhi's eyes fell on the slapping cucumber, and he couldn't help laughing.

Dong Ling blushed a little from the laughter, she really tried her best, after she fried the third pot and wasted a lot of ingredients, Mama Liu calmly told her that she had an idea while gnawing on a cucumber.

So this dish of patting cucumbers was launched. The cold dishes are so good that there is no need to open fire to make seasonings.

After Song Mingzhi washed his hands, he sat down with Dong Ling, first picked up a cucumber, swallowed it and said to Dong Ling, "It's very refreshing."

The feeling of her complimenting people is very comfortable, not ridiculed or exaggerated, which made Dong Ling smile.

[Mission completed, main line progress: 2%. 】

If there is no special important thing to eat in Dongling, she basically keeps the habit of not talking when eating. Song Mingzhi happens to be the same as her, so there is only the sound of spoons and bowls colliding slightly during the meal, and occasionally there are two sentences like "this dish tastes good, try it" The atmosphere is not dull, but has a wonderfully paced comfort.

After the meal, Song Mingzhi helped clean up the dishes, and Dong Ling said shyly, "You can just sit down, and I'll clean up."

"Being treated with great hospitality by you, I will help you no matter what."

Song Mingzhi replied with a faint smile, her hands didn't stop when she spoke.

Dong Ling thought that Song Mingzhi really deserves to be the heroine, she has the ability to make people like her easily, not only because of her appearance but also her demeanor, etiquette and conversation, all of which make people feel comfortable.

As a result, Geng Jiajia of Dongling is determined to promote Song Mingzhi, not only because of the persecution of the task and the responsibility of saving the world, but also because such a person should shine brightly and be seen by more people as a celebrity superstar.

After putting the dishes and chopsticks in the dishwasher, Dong Ling invited Song Mingzhi to take a walk to digest food.

In October, a lot of leaves fell in the small garden. Aunts often came to sweep them. Some withered and yellow leaves fell to the ground. There was a special cracking sound when stepping on them, which made people unconsciously feel peaceful.

Dong Ling spoke in a timely manner: "I saw Miss Song come out of Zixing Entertainment today, are you an artist there?"

Dong Ling will be a little worried because of Wen Han's disconnection, and Song Mingzhi has signed with another agency, so she may have to work harder to get the heroine to her.

Song Mingzhi's expression was a bit weird, she shook her head and looked at Dong Ling and said, "No, I just went there for business, do I look like an artist?"

This was a simple question, but Dong Ling heard voices in it.

Song Mingzhi must have asked this question because she was confused about her career, because she clearly aspired to be in the entertainment industry but was suppressed because she refused to accept unspoken rules. This is the contemporary Wang Zhaojun!

021 encouraged in his mind: [Girl, you are right!We just want to save her from the fire and make her a big star! 】

So Dong Ling replied very seriously: "Of course, and I think you are the type of artist who will definitely be popular. I have felt that you are special from the first time I saw you. It is hard for you not to be popular!"

Song Mingzhi was amused, and her thought of explaining was suddenly suppressed, and the evil taste of wanting to tease the little girl surged up again, so she deliberately said: "Thank you for your affirmation, but I may not have that luck."

"Who said, don't doubt yourself, I am very optimistic about you, I hope I can recruit you to my company, I will definitely make you famous, if you don't have a brokerage company, you can consider me, I will make you popular !"

Song Mingzhi showed some hesitation, but she almost couldn't help laughing until her stomach ached. The little girl looked shrewd, but she was a little dazed. It was so interesting.

Dongling took out the business agreement that he had prepared in his pocket while the iron was hot, handed it to Song Mingzhi and said, "Look, I've prepared it, as long as you nod, you will be the only special signer of our company."

Song Mingzhi originally wanted to stop playing the little girl too much, but after glancing at the agreement in his hand, his expression became more subtle.

"During the duration of the contract, love is not allowed?"

"Ah, this is because I am worried that an artist's romantic relationship will affect his career development during the rising period. When your career is stable, you will have no problem falling in love."

Dong Ling hurriedly explained, thinking that Wen Han might wake up in a few years.

"Twenty-eight percent profit? This..."

Song Mingzhi is a capitalist herself, so of course she knows how bad this contract is for Dongling. It made her even more curious about what Dong Ling wanted to do.

"This... is Chollima and Bole!" Dong Ling picked up Song Mingzhi's words, and said with an expression of 'you can rest assured that I am definitely a good person', "I really want to make you popular, just like Bole saw Chollima, Le Seeing Haoqin, I want you to be known and seen by more people, so I use this condition to impress you."

Sister, please believe me, I really don’t have other dirty thoughts, even if I do, it’s because the system forced me, not my own will!

The phrase 'to be seen by more people' made Song Mingzhi's expression slightly moved, she thought about it, and said, "I need to think about it."

"no problem."

Dong Ling saw the dawn of victory and smiled all over his face.

She saw something sharply and approached Song Mingzhi.

A light fragrance suddenly approached, and Song Mingzhi was slightly startled when he saw Dong Ling's face so close at hand.

"A leaf fell on your head, and I took it off."

Dong Ling held the leaf between his fingers and waved it in front of Song Mingzhi.

The big leaf covered the lower half of Song Mingzhi's face from sight, making Dong Ling meet those eyes suddenly.

In an instant, the sun is bright and the breeze is gentle, and the autumn is gentle.