The mysterious boss is eyeing my three treasures

Chapter 895 Unless you want to eat pig food

Song Chengfeng tried to eat a piece of cauliflower again.

This time it was indeed not salty.

It can only be said that she did not mix the vegetables well when cooking.

Song Chengfeng silently swallowed the food in his mouth and continued to eat other dishes.

Ning Jian also made a dish of scrambled eggs with tomatoes and a plate of green vegetables.

Song Chengfeng ate a handful of scrambled eggs with tomatoes and chopsticks first.

Usually he makes this dish on the sweet side, but she makes salty tomato scrambled eggs.

Song Chengfeng remained silent and tasted another chopstick of green vegetables.

The taste of green vegetables is very bland...

Song Chengfeng raised his eyes and glanced at Ning Jian opposite him.

At this time, she was eating quietly and not talking.

"Ning Jian, you rarely cook, right?"

Ning Jian glanced at him, "How do you know?"

Song Chengfeng: "Because people who often cook will never have such a skill."

Ning Jian: "Is it not to your taste?"

Song Chengfeng couldn't bear to hit her, "It's okay."

Ning Jian is still self-aware of her craft.

"Sorry, I'm alone, so I seldom cook by myself. I usually deal with it outside and then pass."

No wonder.

She is a people's policeman and often goes on missions.

Maybe a call would come during dinner and she would go on a mission.

Therefore, there will be no leisure time and pleasure to patiently tinker with food.

Song Chengfeng felt relieved. Seeing her eating gracefully but quickly, he couldn't help but feel a little distressed.

This should be a eating habit she has developed over the years.

I'm afraid that tasks will come up during mealtime and I won't be able to finish in time, so I eat very quickly.

She is really not as delicate as other women.

"Don't eat it."

Song Chengfeng took the chopsticks away from her hand.

Ning Jian was stunned, "Why? I haven't eaten enough yet."

Song Chengfeng deliberately squeezed her, "The food you cook is not even as good as pig food. How can you eat it? Just wait for me for a few minutes."

With that said, he picked up the two dishes and stood up and walked towards the kitchen.

Ning Jian looked at his back and frowned.

Is he going to cook again?

"No, what are you talking about? Aren't the dishes I cooked delicious? Why are they not even as good as pig food?"

Song Chengfeng ignored her and poured both dishes into the trash can after entering the kitchen.

Then I found the fresh ingredients available and quickly made three home-style stir-fry dishes.

The same tomato stir-fry, the same stir-fried cauliflower, and a plate of lettuce.

At the dining table, Ning Jian rubbed her chin and waited for Song Chengfeng in boredom.

Seeing that he was finally done, he said with some displeasure: "It's shameful to waste food."

Song Chengfeng served the three dishes and sat down opposite her.

"You can wait until you're full before criticizing me."

Ning Jian glanced at his new dish and raised her eyebrows.

The three dishes looked much better than what she cooked.

"Don't you want to try it? See if it's any different from what you cook?" Song Chengfeng said.

Ning Jian didn't say anything, picked up a chopstick of cauliflower and put it into her mouth.

Not to mention, this dish is much more delicious than hers!

She tasted another chopstick tomato scrambled egg.

"So you like to eat this kind of sweet tomato scrambled eggs?"

Song Chengfeng added some soup to her soup bowl.

"Shouldn't the scrambled eggs with tomatoes be sweet?"

Ning Jian was noncommittal, "Isn't the salty tomato scrambled eggs also delicious?"

Song Chengfeng stared at her, "Is it sweet or salty?"

Ning Jian glanced at him and said a rare flattery, "It's sweet and delicious, right? Your craftsmanship is indeed much better than mine!"

Song Chengfeng smiled. Seeing her eating with gusto, he felt an inexplicable sense of accomplishment in his heart.

"Song Chengfeng, it seems you cook a lot, right?"

Ning Jian swallowed the food in her mouth and said something.

Song Chengfeng drank the soup gracefully and made a joke.

"Well, a man without a woman can only do it himself to have enough food and clothing."

Ning Jian raised her eyebrows and said, "In the future, if you have a woman, you will have to make enough food and clothing yourself. Unless you want to eat pig food."

Is she still thinking about marrying him?

Song Chengfeng lowered his eyes, said nothing, and continued to eat elegantly.

The expression in his eyes softened a bit.

If the two of them really got married, he would be willing to do it himself so that she could have enough food and clothing.

After eating, Ning Jian consciously tidied up the kitchen.

Song Chengfeng wanted to help, but she stopped him.

"Okay, just sit down and rest. I'm not good at cooking, but I can wash dishes."

Song Chengfeng glanced at her and deliberately joked: "Not necessarily. You don't usually cook, so naturally you haven't washed the dishes much. Don't shake your hands when you wash them later."

Ning Jian sneered lightly, disapproving.

"Don't worry. If you break a bowl, can I pay you ten pieces?"

Song Chengfeng smiled, "This transaction can be carried out."

Ning Jian glanced at him and said nothing. She entered the kitchen and started to clean up.

Song Chengfeng sat on the sofa and turned on the TV.

Thinking of the impulse before eating, my body couldn't help but feel a little hot.

He quickly stopped his random thoughts and picked a news channel to watch.

This time I can't let anyone make fun of me again.

The clear voice of the female anchor came from the TV.

Song Chengfeng unconsciously looked in the direction of the kitchen.

Looking at Ning Jian's busy figure, her eyebrows softened a little.

Probably because I have been lonely for too long, at this moment, I suddenly have a longing to live quietly through the years to the end.

There was a clang, and the sound of broken porcelain came from the kitchen.

Song Chengfeng took a closer look and saw that when Ning Jian put the freshly washed dishes into the cupboard, her hand slipped accidentally.

The plate in his hand fell to the ground, and the pieces flew everywhere.

Song Chengfeng's expression changed slightly, and he quickly stood up and rushed into the kitchen.

Seeing Ning Jian squatting down to pick up the pieces of the plate, he quickly pulled her up.

"Stop picking it up. Is your hand injured?"

"I am fine."

What's wrong is the plate.

Ning Jian was speechless.

It’s Haikou that I just boasted about!

Should the slap in the face come so quickly?

"Sorry, I broke two of your plates. I'll buy twenty of them tomorrow."

Song Chengfeng looked at her, a little funny.

"Okay, I'm the only one in the house, why should I buy so many plates and collect them for dust?"

Ning Jian was silent, "Then I'll buy two."

"No, it's not like we don't have extra dishes at home."

Song Chengfeng brought cleaning tools and prepared to clean up the mess.

"I'll do it." Ning Jian said.

"Goodbye now, I'm afraid you'll be injured somewhere, and I'll have to take care of you while I'm sick." Song Chengfeng said.

Ning Jian looked innocent, "It's not that exaggerated, right? It shouldn't be difficult to sweep the floor."

Song Chengfeng raised his eyebrows and asked teasingly, "Is it difficult to wash dishes?"

Ning Jian: "..."

Seeing that she was so depressed, Song Chengfeng was in a good mood.

He has always been suppressed by someone, and now something finally achieved an overwhelming victory!

"Don't stand there stupidly, go out and watch TV."

Ning Jian didn't show any pretense and nodded, "Okay, thank you for your hard work."

If you don't cause trouble for him, you're doing him a favor.

Song Chengfeng tidied up the kitchen and then went out.

He thought Ning Jian would be sitting in the living room watching TV.

But there was no one in the living room.

Song Chengfeng was stunned, wondering if she had left, when he saw Ning Jian coming out of the bathroom.

He was still holding the shirt and underwear he had just changed into.

Song Chengfeng: "..."

Did she go to help him wash clothes again?

Not only did he wash his shirt, but he also washed his underwear!