Lao Fang, who used to work in the marketing department, said that he and his wife met in college. At that time, his wife was still a cute elementary school girl who was very good at talking. She said that she liked the smell of cigarettes on Lao Fang the most and she smelled very manly.
After getting married, the most common sentence he heard was: Go away and smoke on the balcony. Don’t you know that I hate the smell of cigarettes?
Damn it, who are you going to talk to?
Later, Lao Fang took the ashtray directly to the balcony. His pet dog used the dog bowl to eat on the balcony, and he used the ashtray to smoke on the balcony.
So, don’t know.
People change, at least in Jiang Qin’s world view.
Jiang Qin kneaded gently and slowly, kneading and squeezing again. He no longer knew where the wound was, but his expression was still that of a gentleman: “Feng Nanshu, will you change your mind?”
Hearing these words, Feng Nanshu was a little confused.
“You don’t know if you will change your mind, so why do you try to break my Taoist heart every day?”
“…”
“Boss, boss lady, dinner is ready!” Dong Wenhao’s voice came from outside the door.
“knew!”
Jiang Qin came to his senses and put a band-aid on Feng Nanshu’s ankle. He then held her beautiful and soft feet and put on shoes and socks for her.
“I didn’t wash it.” Feng Nanshu’s eyes were filled with resentment.
“It’s okay, it smells good.”
Under the night, the sky is full of stars.
The lights were turned on in the small courtyard of the farmhouse, and a warm orange light instantly spread across the courtyard.
At this time, Lu Feiyu and Yang Shuai carried a long table out of the house, set it up in the yard, and placed all the dishes cooked by Dong Wenhao. They also brought two boxes of beer, opened them and placed them on the table.
Jiang Qin took the lead and sat down. He glanced across the table and couldn’t help but sigh.
Stir-fried vegetables, spicy chicken, goose egg vermicelli, steamed sea bass, spicy and sour potato shreds, and scrambled eggs with river prawns. If he hadn’t seen it with his own eyes, he would never have imagined that Dong Wenhao had such skills.
Sure enough, a chef who doesn’t want to be a literary giant is not a good supervisor.
Jiang Qin casually crushed a peanut and stuffed it into his mouth, while Feng Nanshu, who was sitting behind him, had a look of shock on his face and involuntarily shrank his feet back.
Afterwards, other people took their seats one after another, filling up the table and starting to eat and chat.
What is the cohesion of the team?