Jiang Qin had a late lunch and didn’t have much appetite. He only picked up two peanuts and drank half a bottle of beer.
“Boss, what food do you like to eat?”
Dong Wenhao couldn’t help but ask when he saw that his boss was not eating food but drinking.
“Jiang Qin likes to eat that the most.”
Feng Nanshu coldly stretched out his hand and pointed at the braised pig’s trotters on the table.
She knew that Jiang Qin liked pasta, and the most common ones he ate were pork trotter noodles and beef brisket noodles, so she felt that he must want to eat pig trotters.
Upon hearing these words, Dong Wenhao turned the table and put the braised pig’s trotters in front of Jiang Qin. His response speed was comparable to that of a general manager.
The landlady is definitely the person who knows the boss’s preferences best. If the landlady says whatever the boss likes to eat, then he must like to eat it.
It’s just that there are a lot of sea cucumbers, abalones, lobsters and crabs on the table, but the boss prefers pig’s feet, which is really ordinary.
Jiang Qin looked at the braised pig’s trotters in front of him and was silent for a moment: “I don’t like eating feet.”
“You like to eat.” The little rich woman was extremely sure.
“…”
Jiang Qin pursed his lips and thought to himself that he just said he wouldn’t feed her, so she said she loved pig’s trotters, so it couldn’t be a hint about Christmas Eve.
You know, Feng Nanshu has a history of threatening people.
When school first started, she especially liked to threaten Jiang Qin with the fact that he had ridden in a rocking car, asking him to buy colorful marshmallows for her to eat.
Are you going to expose me chewing her pig’s hooves on Christmas Eve in front of the four major universities?
Damn, that’s too cruel.
Feng Nanshu, Feng Nanshu, after all, I, Jiang Qin, have underestimated you, you are just a little devil.
Jiang Qin is a typical thief with a guilty conscience and is sensitive to the sight of feet.
So he silently picked up the chopsticks, picked up a small piece of crispy meat and fed it to the little rich woman’s mouth.
Feng Nanshu’s eyes became bright. She didn’t know why she was fed suddenly, but she immediately opened her mouth and ate it. She couldn’t help but want to call her brother.
Seeing this scene, Sunai, who was sitting next to the little rich woman, secretly gave a thumbs up, thinking that the boss’s wife had the solution. In just two words, she told the boss who had agreed not to feed her to feed her. She was really good at it.
“Jiang Qin, still eat.”
“Feng Nanshu, you don’t follow martial ethics.”