medical marriage

Chapter 568 I just prefer fishing.

Time can stand still.

She held his hand with one hand, and his hand held her wrist, and the pupils of the two reflected each other.

The servants who were waiting on the side turned around unanimously.

This is the family rule of the Shen family: don't see anything wrong with it, don't listen to anything wrong with it, don't speak anything wrong with it, and don't move anything wrong with it.

When everyone joins the Shen family, there is only one sentence in the job code - four requirements!
And the punishment for violation is also corresponding: cut off eyes, cut off ears, cut off tongue, chop hands!
Compared with punishment, they are more willing to abide by these four rules!
There were endless heartbeats, one after another, louder and louder, and she was no longer stupid enough to ask him: Why is your heart beating so fast?

She thought that she would maintain such an action until she transformed into a fossil.

"Don't choose clothes with such a big collar in the future." Until Shen Qingyun's extremely suppressed advice pierced through the eardrums, Xiaowen only felt a loud "bang" in his little heart, like a balloon exploding, even his brain There is also a blank!
She cursed softly, quickly let go of his hand, stood up straight, and straightened her clothes with her hands.

When she turned back to her seat, she forgot that his hand was still holding her wrist, the inertia caused her to fall back hard, and sat on his lap.

"Uh……"

She quickly withdrew her hand, she turned her head, opened her eyes wide, and stared at him in disbelief: "You..."

"I'm a normal man." Shen Qingyun didn't think it was embarrassing or something ulterior to react.

He let go of her hand, and she quickly jumped off his legs, her face as red as a piece of hot iron.

The head drooped so low that it was barely buried in the chest, and was wrapped in clothes.

She was really ashamed to appear in front of him again, and felt that agreeing to be his Chinese teacher was a wrong choice!

She has never been so embarrassed and embarrassing. She has done all kinds of embarrassing things in one noon!
"Ahem... Sit down and eat!" Shen Qingyun cleared his throat and said in a hoarse voice, a little coldly.

"Yeah." Xiao Wen didn't dare to look at him, grabbed the back of the chair hastily, and sat down with stiff hands and feet, but found that he couldn't hold the chopsticks no matter what.

"You're an adult, why are you still so shy about this kind of thing?" Shen Qingyun looked at her awkward look with some amusement, her fingers were shaking.

Xiaowen bit his lip tightly, he spoke lightly!

There is a big gap between Chinese people's thinking and foreign thinking in that respect, okay?
Not to mention, she comes from a traditional family!

The warmth from him in the palm of her hand felt like she had never left, but it was getting hotter and hotter, almost scalding a hole in her palm!
What normal man?
He is simply an unrestrained pervert!
Just looking at other girls' breasts like this can make you hard like this!

abnormal!
Fortunately, he has the nerve to say that he is a normal man so confidently!

Would a normal man have evil thoughts about his good friend?

"Sir, Chef Fang is here." The maid he sent to invite the chef just now came back and stood at the other end of the dining table. Behind her was a middle-aged oriental man.

Wearing a white chef's hat and a white chef's uniform, he clasped his hands lightly in front of him and lowered his head slightly.

Shen Qingyun glanced at Xiaowen, put down the chopsticks in his hand, leaned back on the chair, and said, "Come in, Chef Fang."

"Sir, are you looking for me?" The middle-aged man called Chef Fang spoke fluent French. Xiaowen felt that his pronunciation was more than her standard!
"This kind of Miss Wen comes from the same country as you. When she comes here in the future, you will cook Chinese food. Whatever she wants to eat, you cook for her." Shen Qingyun put one hand on the back of the chair, one His hand was lightly placed on the table, his slender fingers traced the edge of the plate, and he looked at Chef Fang with cold eyes.

"Yes, sir." Chef Fang nodded and responded respectfully: "Miss Wen, if it's convenient for you, you can give me a menu, and I can make it for you according to the menu."

"It's okay, it's okay, you can do whatever you want, I'm not picky! It's... Mr. Shen is too polite to treat guests!" Xiaowen quickly waved his hands and replied politely.

After wiping off the sweat, she just came here to teach him Chinese from time to time, and she didn't live here for a long time, making her very important, and she even called the chef over to give a special explanation!

"Does Ms. Wen have a favorite taste?" Chef Fang was too strict to allow her to be sloppy.

"It's fine if it's a little spicy." Xiaowen sighed and had to report it truthfully.

"Slightly spicy is fine, isn't it?" Chef Fang took out a small notebook from his pocket and began to record it seriously.

"Oh my God!" Xiaowen looked at his exaggerated battle, slapped his forehead, and almost slipped from the chair to under the table.

This is completely the emperor's treatment in a costume drama!
But she is not the emperor!
"Why?" Shen Qingyun asked indifferently.

"No..." Xiaowen sat down again, looked at Chef Fang, and said solemnly: "When I eat here in the future, you will cook hot pot. Every meal has hot pot, mandarin duck pot, spicy and clear soup at the same time! Ingredients No limit!" She didn't know how to say "hot pot" and "mandarin duck" in French, so she communicated directly with Chef Fang in Chinese.

"Every meal?" Chef Fang had recorded everything according to what she said, before confirming again.

"Yes, every meal!" She nodded vigorously, since she was asked to order, why should she be polite?
In France, you don’t have to worry about steak, snails, cakes, bread, caviar...

However, you can never eat hot pot or Malatang!

Back then, this was the true love between her and Youxi and the others!
But after coming to France, she can only enjoy herself in her dreams every time!

Although Shen Qingyun didn't understand what she and Chef Fang said, she politely didn't interrupt them and just listened quietly.

When I saw her speaking Chinese, she was so energetic, her eyes were shining brightly, and the dimples at the corners of her mouth were very charming and sweet.

After Chef Fang left, Xiao Wen's mood was always high, and he temporarily forgot the embarrassing atmosphere between the two of them just now.

"I think the biggest advantage of rich people is that the whole world can be like their own home!" You can eat hometown food everywhere!She picked up a lion's head, turned to him and asked, "Do you know what this is?"

Shen Qingyun raised his eyebrows and shook his head.

"This is a lion's head. According to legend, the practice of lion's head began in the Sui Dynasty, that is to say, it has a history of more than 400 years!" When she talked about Chinese history, her proud expression was sacred and inviolable.

Shen Qingyun sipped the red wine, looked at her with admiration, and listened to her talk.

Not a trace of impatience.

"When I first came to France, the most unbearable thing was the food here. I was hungry for a whole week and had no appetite. Later, I was really hungry, so I went to KFC and McDonald's to eat something more acceptable! But still I'm getting used to it!" Xiaowen shrugged, talking about the scene when he first came to Paris, it was simply too much to describe, three days and three nights of endless bitterness!
Facing the huge lion's head on the chopsticks, under Shen Qingyun's slightly surprised gaze, he took a bite directly, and it was delicious to the mouth, leaving a fragrance on his lips and teeth.

"Mmm! Delicious!" She licked her lips stained with soup, and praised with enjoyment.

Shen Qingyun's Adam's apple rolled up and down, and his fingers holding the goblet tightly, a strange luster flashed in the bottom of his brown eyes, which was fleeting.

She had already killed half of a big dumpling before she looked up at him. He had hardly touched any food, and asked with puffy cheeks, "Aren't you going to eat? Are you not used to eating Chinese food?"

"No." Shen Qingyun shook his head, smiled lightly, and said half jokingly: "I just think watching you eat is more attractive than these delicacies."

"Uh..." Xiaowen was stunned, frowned, wondering: "I can't agree with what I said at all. I'm not food and I can't eat it. How can it be more attractive than these delicacies?"

Shen Qingyun smiled again and didn't answer her.

"Did you hire this Chinese chef just now?" Seeing that his appetite for Chinese food is not strong, Xiaowen couldn't help but speculate.

"Yeah." He picked up the chopsticks, and recalled the knack for holding chopsticks she said before. It was a bit jerky, but the gesture was correct.

However, it is still a bit difficult to look at it correctly and use it.

Xiaowen watched him hold the chopsticks as if he was walking on stilts. He tossed and tossed on the plate for a long time, but he couldn't catch the piece of green pepper. He couldn't help laughing so hard that his shoulders were shaking.

Looking at the almighty Shen Qingyun, he was tortured by a pair of chopsticks until he lost all patience.

He glanced at her, threw the chopsticks aside, picked up the fork, forked the green pepper over there hard, and stuffed it into his mouth.

Xiaowen let out a "puchi" laugh, this man...

So arrogant and a little cute!

Shen Qingyun glanced at her coldly, Xiaowen hurriedly put away his excessive smile, but he couldn't hide the shallow dimples at the corners of his mouth.

"However, you are so kind to a Chinese teacher, and you specially invited a Chinese chef to serve you. Wouldn't this treatment be too good?" In fact, she really wanted to say thank you to him, after all, such a meal, in the In her life circle, it is not so easy to enjoy!

"It's nothing too bad." He replied lightly, and then, the movement of his hands stopped, he raised his eyes to look at her, and curled his lips: "I just like fishing more."

"Fishing?" Xiaowen was taken aback. Does hiring a chef have anything to do with fishing?
Oh, it won't be...

"Could it be that Chef Fang is good at fishing?" So, he actually asked Chef Fang to teach him how to fish?

but……

How could he enjoy such a gentle and patient job as fishing?

Shouldn't he prefer looting?
Aren't those in their line of work inclined to be simple and rude, and good at solving problems with their fists?

Shen Qingyun raised his eyebrows, shook his head and remained silent.

(End of this chapter)