Jiang Yefan held the chopsticks, took a large piece of fish and put it in front of Bingqing: "Eat more, it's all what you like." ”

Last time I came here with Wang Zize, most of the food I ordered were vegetables, which were easy to digest and didn't grow fat or meat.

"This spicy shrimp looks good." Jiang Yefan looked at the joke again, as if he had a prawn with red oil and put it on Bingqing's small plate.

If you eat too much oily and spicy seeds, you can easily get acne

"I want to drink." Bingqing pulled out a small piece of tender fish meat from her small plate and put it in her mouth to chew it slowly, eager to digest it in her mouth.

When she didn't eat it, she was just greedy, and when she put it in her mouth, her eyes would shine with starlight, it turned out that the fish was so delicious.

Bingqing subconsciously licked her lips. No, no, no, take another bite? No, no, no, never eat more!

kept hinting at himself, but he still couldn't resist the temptation of food, and the fish in the small plate quickly bottomed out, and the shrimp was also picked up and only the skin remained. "Or not." Bingqing's eyes stared at the various meats in front of her back and forth, and she swallowed hard: "A bottle of red wine." “

"Yes." Jiang Yefan didn't eat anything, he picked up the tissue next to him and wiped the corners of his mouth, and called the waiter: "82-year-old Lafite." ”

Even if he is well-informed and has browsed countless waiters with beer bellies, he can no longer control his excitement, his hands are clenched into fists, and the next moment, he can jump up.

After going out, she really jumped high: "Yay! There is hope for my Hermes. ”

Hearing the 82-year-old Lafite, Bingqing couldn't help but put down her chopsticks. She looked Jiang Yefan up and down again.

She has attended a dinner with Guan Lingye, even if it is a galloping mall, Guan Lingye, who has a lot of money, has never invited anyone to eat such an expensive dinner.

And the Eno Fan in front of him is just a rich second generation. His father's strength may be on par with Guan Lingye.

Presumably, I don't know that firewood, rice, oil, and salt are expensive.

"How?" Jiang Yefan's seductive eyes looked at Bingqing: "Distressed?" ”

"I have something to feel sorry for." Bingqing lowered her head and continued to pick up vegetables.

"I thought you were self-taught, clever and clever. I overestimated you. Eno Fan took the Lafite that the waiter brought over cautiously and ceremoniously.

The waiter closed the door, and Bingqing couldn't help but wonder: "What do you mean." ”

Without answering Bingqing's question directly, he helped Bingqing make a cup, transferred it to her, poured himself another cup, and shook the reddened liquid in the goblet: "Have you ever heard the story of building a house?" “

"What do you mean?" Bingqing questioned for the second time.

Jiang Yefan raised his wine glass and tilted it slightly towards Bingqing's wine glass, Bingqing lifted the wine glass and took a sip. Sure enough, it is an aged wine, the red wine has already fallen into the belly, and the sweet aroma of the wine lingers between the teeth.

"Once upon a time, there was a long-term builder who worked in the landlord's house all his life, and when he was old, he told the landlord that he wanted to retire and go home to support the elderly.

The landlord said, OK. It's just that there is still a house that has not been built, and I want the long-term workers to finish building the house before returning home.

Changgong agreed. When I was building a house, I thought that I had worked hard to build a house all my life, and I really didn't want to do it anymore.

However, when the landlord proposed it, he could not refuse, so he was very lazy when building the house.

In the past, he built a house that could last for more than 20 years, but this house, built crookedly, can last for about five years.

After the house was built, he went to the landlord on an errand. The landlord looked at the house, nodded, and said to the long-term worker—

You've been following me for so many years, there's nothing to give you, and this house is my gift to you.

Changgong was very remorseful at that time, if he had known that this house was built for him, he would definitely build a good house. “