Xia Wannight thought she had seen it wrong, and blinked her eyes, and blinked again, and even rubbed her eyes to make sure that the refrigerator was really empty, and then she completely went berserk.

She took a lot of effort to bring back the ingredients from the supermarket to eat for a week, but they were all gone?

Didn't Han Jingnian cook a porridge with lean vegetables? Why did you use the ingredients in a refrigerator?!

With so many ingredients, let alone making one pot of porridge, ten pots of porridge can also be made!

Thinking of this, the rampaging Xia Goodnight suddenly stopped, and then she suddenly turned around and looked at the cabinet behind her.

She stepped forward step by step, held her breath, and opened the cabinet door, which was originally full of rice jars...... It's also bottomed out!

Depend on!

It's exactly as she guessed!

Han Jingnian cooked a meal and emptied everything in her house!

Xia Wan'an didn't know whether to cry or laugh, she walked around the dining table, she really couldn't help it, holding her mobile phone, she started to send crackling messages to Zhang Tezhu and complained wildly.

[The most beautiful cub in the capital]: "Zhang Tezhu, your boss is simply not too scary!" ”

[The most beautiful cub in the whole capital]: "Do you know how terrible it is that your boss came to me last night, and he was drunk and had a fever!" Forget it, he woke up in the morning, didn't know which nerve he was wrong, went to cook me a pot of porridge, and guess what?! ”

[The most beautiful cub in the capital]: "You must not guess the ending, his pot of porridge emptied my refrigerator and rice bowl!" ”

[The most beautiful cub in the capital]: "All, all, dig, empty, it!" ”

Faced with the news that she was crazy, Zhang Tezhu replied with extremely concise content: "Is it delicious?" ”

Is it delicious? Is it good to drink?

Xia Wan'an was stunned, only to realize that Zhang Tezhu was referring to porridge, so he typed back: "The porridge is still very delicious." ”

Wrong...... Now is it time to talk about whether porridge is good or not?

Thinking about it, Xia Goodnight began to type again.

[The most beautiful cub in the capital]: "Hey, Zhang Tezhu, you got the point wrong, now is not the time to discuss whether the porridge is good or not, but to discuss that my refrigerator and rice bowl are empty!" ”

[The most beautiful cub in the whole capital]:" "Do you know how hard it is for me to go to the supermarket to buy ingredients once?!" How tired am I carrying it home?! ”

…

Han's enterprise, the top floor meeting room.

Han Jingnian, who was in a meeting, felt the mobile phone ringing in the pocket close to his heart, and immediately took out his mobile phone to read the news in front of people in a conference room without hesitation.

Although her message was sent to Zhang Cheng, he looked at it extremely seriously.

Through the phone, he could feel her madness, like a fried little milk cat.

Thinking of this picture, Han Jingnian's eyebrows and eyes became a little soft, and then he tapped the keyboard extremely seriously and replied to her with a message: "Is it delicious?" ”

Soon received her reply: "The porridge is still very delicious." ”

A short line of words instantly pleased him.

What does this mean, did she drink the porridge? He also praised him for how delicious he cooked......

Han Jingnian held his mobile phone in both hands, stared at the lines of words on the screen, and smiled.

The beauty he was born with, when he was usually cold as frost, was enough to turn all beings upside down, at this time he smiled, and the whole conference room, as if suddenly like a night of spring breeze, thousands of trees and pear blossoms bloomed.

The entire conference room, both men and women, was stunned.

The still atmosphere lasted for a full five minutes, and Zhang Tezhu came back to his senses.