Pan-fried beef, toast, mushroom soup and tomato noodles.

His craft is good, but it is only suitable for one or two meals, and once he has more than three meals, the guests will find that this multi-talented owner of the castle will do only a few dishes in front of him.

But except for Ding Bao, no one is tired of eating, because ordinary people don't have the opportunity to eat the third or fourth meal.

At the dinner table, the male guest offered to leave the next day, but it was obvious that the couple's opinion was not agreed, and the wife looked at Jin Ting, hesitated for a while, and finally spoke.

"It's so beautiful here, I want to stay two more days to relax."

When the husband heard this, he was dissatisfied.

"This is someone else's home, and if we do this, we will disturb the master's house."

The wife turned her head to look at Jin Ting, and her tone was sweet and gentle, as if she was coquettish among friends.

"Mr. Eyring, do you think I'm bothering you?"

Jin Ting smiled and shook his head.

"No, I have a lot of rooms here, and it's my honor that you two are willing to stay."

The husband's face was even more gloomy, and the hand holding the fork had tightened.

Ding Bao sat in the corner and watched the three of them go back and forth.

looked at Jin Ting's harmless handsome face again, and said in his heart.

Good guys, male green tea, this is.

In order to collect more stones, this guy has no bottom line.

In the end, the husband couldn't hold back, and pulled his wife, who was still eating, out of the castle.

At the dining table, the initiator was still indifferent, and the only action was to put down the knife and fork in his hand in disgust, and his slender ten fingers crossed in front of him, complaining to Ding Bao.

"The beef chews like cowhide, the mushroom soup is thick and hard to swallow, the toast is so sweet that it's annoying, and when they're gone, you cook for me."

I repeated it again, as if I was afraid that Ding Bao would forget.

He was not affected by the couple outside at all, even through the wall he could hear the two of them arguing, and Jin Ting was still full of lightness and clouds, as if he didn't know.

Ding Bao lowered his head and drank the soup, and listened to Jin Ting's question.

"What's going on in town?"

"Well, someone died at the hotel I was staying in, you know?"

"I'm very well informed, I'll go shopping next month, and you won't have to go."

There's still next month.

It seems that Jin Ting really intends to let her stay for a long time.

Ding Bao smiled shyly, saw Jin Ting get up, and carefully pushed away the chair in front of him.

Jin Ting couldn't see it, but his senses were keen, and he only paused slightly after knowing Ding Bao's movements.

If he knew that she had six fingers from the beginning, he wouldn't have to make that effort to talk to her, and now he knows that Ding Bao has a good impression of him, and Jin Ting can only not respond by not seeing it.

After a long time, her enthusiasm will be worn out sooner or later.

The noise outside the door stopped, and with a roar from the man, everything was calm.

After a while, the woman walked back to the castle with tears on her face and anger in her eyes.

There was no man in sight behind her, and it was clear that her husband had left first.

Jin Ting didn't say anything, handed her a handkerchief, and made her another cup of flower tea.

The woman held the tea, only to feel that the hot tea warmed her whole heart, and the anger and sadness of her husband leaving him also faded a lot, and then looked at the elegant and handsome young man in front of her, her eyes were only obsessed.

"Mr. Eyring, I want to stay and take care of you, is that okay?"

"But I'm blind, don't you mind?"

The woman shook her head frantically.

"Of course not!"

When the young man heard this, his red lips were hooked, and his beauty was amazing.

"Then you, just help me take it off, okay?"