i just want to bribe you

The little boss Su Miao, who was not in a good mood, handled the last order with a look of resentment.

He separated the parcels in the same city from those in other places, thinking that he could deliver the ones in the same city by himself, and he happened to have a car to go by, saving the fare and postage, which can be said to be a good deal.

"Uncle, can we discuss it?" Su Miao walked towards Luo Beiqiao with a smile in her arms, "You help me deliver the goods and I will treat you to dinner."

Luo Beiqiao agreed without much consideration. He raised his wrist to check the time, took out the package from Su Miao's arms and put it aside, and said, "It's getting late, let's go, let's eat first."

Su Miao subconsciously looked at the watch on Luo Beiqiao's wrist. He grabbed one of Luo Beiqiao's arms with both hands, looked down at the time and murmured: "Well, it's really getting late. I'd forget it if you didn't tell me the time."

His actions caused the distance between the two to get closer. Luo Beiqiao lowered his eyes and could clearly see Su Miao's slightly upturned eyelashes.

"Uncle, what do you want to eat?" Su Miao asked.

Luo Beiqiao said, "Anything you want."

This randomness is very deep.

"Hey, eating is really a big problem." Su Miao, who couldn't think of what to eat after walking all the way, lay on the passenger seat like a salty fish, and sighed tangledly, "Not eating is a problem, what to eat is a problem, really. Tangled."

Hearing this, Luo Beiqiao glanced at him, started the car and said softly, "Do it yourself."

Su Miao was taken aback, looked at Luo Beiqiao in surprise, pointed at herself and asked in disbelief, "Uncle, do you want me to cook for you?"

A smile flashed across Luo Beiqiao's eyes when he heard the words, and before he could speak, Su Miao waved her hands and said with bitterness and hatred on her face: "No, no, I don't know anything about cooking. I learned a lesson from my mother during the holidays earlier. I just can’t learn it for a while, uncle, don’t let me cook for you, I cook dark dishes, if you want to eat it, no one will be my driver when you go to the hospital this afternoon.”

Luo Beiqiao: "..."

Seeing that Su Miao was going to say some nonsense again, Luo Beiqiao said helplessly, "I'll do it."

"Huh?" Su Miao's eyes widened, "Uncle, can you cook?"

"I can't say how proficient it is, but at least it's not dark cooking."

This person must have done it on purpose!

Su Miao shot back: "Uncle, you are an aloof president who can cook and bury people, so you don't look aloof at all."

As soon as he finished speaking, Luo Beiqiao looked over, and Su Miao faltered instantly, facing the car window and secretly making a face with Luo Beiqiao behind his back.

Usually too busy, Luo Beiqiao cooks by himself only occasionally when he has time, and the vegetables and meat he buys are all rationed.

The two went to the supermarket first. Luo Beiqiao asked about Su Miao's taste and preferences, and then picked vegetables. When they went to check out, there were two extra packs of potato chips in the trolley.

The car drove into Jinrong Garden, Su Miao looked at the surrounding environment through the car window, and regretted not bringing the courier here, if she brought it here, she could save a trip in the afternoon.

Coming here again, standing in front of the familiar door, Su Miao sighed, thinking that she was quite stupid when she delivered Luo Beiqiao's courier.

What he said was so coquettish, and he even questioned Luo Beiqiao's ability in that area.

Fortunately, his uncle has a good temper, otherwise he would have been put on little shoes long ago.

"Miaomiao, change your shoes." Luo Beiqiao interrupted Su Miao's thinking.

Su Miao regained consciousness and looked at the large slippers in front of her.

Seems too big?

Su Miao wanted to ask if there were any smaller ones, but before she could open her mouth, Luo Beiqiao said, "I haven't worn these pairs."

Su Miao changed her shoes in a daze. Luo Beiqiao had already turned around and left for the living room. He trotted a few steps in his large slippers, caught up with Luo Beiqiao, and explained, "Uncle, I didn't change my shoes immediately just because I didn't like you. After wearing it, I just think the shoes are a bit big."

Luo Beiqiao stopped and looked at it and said: "It's too big. I usually live here alone, and there is no one else. You can make do with it."

Known as a kitchen killer, Su Miaomiao, who can only cook dark dishes, wanted to help Luo Beiqiao very much, but he was not good at anything except washing vegetables.

Seeing Luo Beiqiao's swift and smooth chopping action, Su Miao was too embarrassed to ask for help.

Compared with Luo Beiqiao, his is too weak.

Probably because of his handsome looks and temperament, Luo Beiqiao's cooking movements are pleasing to the eye, with a white shirt and black trousers, and a simple black apron around his waist, which can be said to be very eye-catching just by dressing up.

Su Miao simply took a bag of potato chips and admired his uncle's kitchen skills while gnawing.

"Uncle, I agreed to treat you to dinner, but now you cook for me." Su Miao gnawed on potato chips, staring at Luo Beiqiao's back, "Then you still deliver the goods for me?" ?”

Luo Beiqiao's subordinates did not change their movements, and said in a low voice: "You gave me a lot of things."

The unspoken meaning is that he also helps deliver the goods.

Su Miao touched her nose in embarrassment when she heard such an answer, didn't pick up the topic again, and focused on her broad shoulders, narrow waist and long legs.

After Su Miao ate the rice cooked by Luo Beiqiao, she felt that what his uncle said earlier, "It's not very proficient", was too modest.

"Uncle, did you learn your cooking skills in Lanxiang?" Su Miao gnawed on the small ribs, her eyes were bent, and she praised with satisfaction: "It's really delicious, better than my mother's cooking." Art is good."

Luo Beiqiao was taken aback, "Didn't Lan Xiang learn excavators?"

"Yes." Su Miao nodded sincerely, "I said that on purpose, to bury you."

Luo Beiqiao: "..."

He felt that children's minds were too difficult to guess now.

Is it really a generation gap problem?

Su Miao has never been a quiet master, and it is the same at the dining table. He read to Luo Beiqiao while eating: "I, a kitchen killer, must find a girlfriend who is gentle and virtuous, and has excellent cooking skills. What about you, uncle?" You don’t have to worry about this problem. If you are so good at cooking, you can find whatever you want. It doesn’t matter if she doesn’t know how to cook. Girls nowadays are very delicate, and few of them know how to cook. You see, you want money, you want good looks, and you are a domineering CEO, how happy you are to marry a girl, a proper little wife of a domineering president."

Luo Beiqiao shook his head helplessly listening to the chanting, and really felt that his thoughts could not keep up with the younger generation.

After eating, Su Miao wanted to show off, and actively offered to wash the dishes for herself.

Luo Beiqiao put away the bowls and chopsticks in his hand, and said flatly, "No need."

"Uncle, I can't cook, but I can still wash the dishes." Su Miao felt that it was not good to eat for nothing, "Uncle, you cook for me, but I also let you wash the dishes. I feel very sorry."

"There is a dishwasher." After Luo Beiqiao finished speaking, he calmly put the dishes and chopsticks into the dishwasher.