Chapter 137: White Cut Chicken
Jiang Qiuman said: "There are many gangsters on the docks in this area, and it is really not convenient for the girl's family to travel alone, so you should be careful." ”
The woman nodded, with a grateful look on her face: "Okay, thank you." ”
Jiang Qiuman bypassed her and was about to walk forward, but the woman stopped her and continued: "What is in this bag is the design drawings I worked so hard to draw. If this bag is snatched, all my hard work in the last half month will be in vain. ”
According to the woman, her name is Qing'er, she is an embroiderer, and she has recently been embarrassed by the boss, who insists that she design a different style, and said that if she is not good at it, then clean up her ass and leave, and the shop does not raise idlers.
In order to support her family, she had to rack her brains to think of some trendy and bold clothing styles, so as not to be fired by her boss.
And all the hard work of the past few days is in this bag, so Qing'er must invite Jiang Qiuman to dinner to express her gratitude.
Jiang Qiuman didn't want to agree, but when she heard her self-introduction, when she rejected herself, she turned a corner, and she smiled and nodded: "Okay, great!" Let's have a meal together, and it just so happens that I'm also very interested in embroidery! ”
The two made an appointment to have dinner at the Four Seasons Building tomorrow evening, and left each other's names and addresses, and then said goodbye.
Jiang Qiuman was overjoyed, and he felt light on the way home. Her luck was so good, she was worried about where to recruit people, and she bumped into her.
She had the intention of digging up Qing'er, and she was so happy that she carried the white-cut chicken home.
Just as he jumped downstairs, he saw Shen Yu standing in front of him, looking at him softly.
The smile on Jiang Qiuman's face gradually faded, and he no longer jumped up, but continued to walk forward expressionlessly, returning to his usual down-to-earth and generous appearance.
Shen Yu thought, why didn't he find out that this little girl was so lively before? She had always been gentle and quiet in front of him, and he had never seen him so playful.
Jiang Qiuman was getting closer and closer to him, and Shen Yu looked at her without blinking, and the depths of his eyes seemed to glow.
Just as she was about to bypass him, Shen Yu saw clearly the white-cut chicken she was carrying in her hand, and said with a smile: "When did you like to eat chicken?" If you like it, I'll make it for you tomorrow. ”
Jiang Qiuman glanced down at the chicken he was carrying in his hand, and said expressionlessly: "I don't like to eat chicken, what I like to eat is duck meat." My favorite thing in the past was eating duck legs. ”
Jiang Qiuman said: "Xiao Chi likes to eat chicken, so I bought it for him to replenish his body." ”
The smile on Shen Yu's face froze, and he said softly, "I see. ”
Jiang Qiuman likes to eat duck meat, he knows it. In the past, when she was in Qingxian, she always nibbled on duck legs. But he can't look down on what a girl looks like when she eats such greasy food.
It's just that he has never said it in his heart.
Until the wedding day, she handed him a duck leg, and he said that the duck leg was too greasy and disgusting. It seems that since then, she has never eaten duck legs in front of him again, and even at the dinner table, she has never eaten a piece of duck meat again.
Thinking of this, Shen Yu's face was even more silent. He said softly, "Then, I'll roast you duck meat tomorrow." ”
Jiang Qiuman sneered, "No need, Young Master Shen." As I said, even if you cook for me every day, I won't be grateful. ”