Gaining A Husband After a Memory Loss

He Jiang drank two more sips of mineral water, and knew that it would be like this.

He Jiang returned to his original heart. At first, he thought that if the business scene does not blow up the kitchen, it would be fine. After doing some mental building like this, he was relieved.

He was relieved, and Shang Jing was going to explode!

To insult his cooking is to insult his personality! He cooks the food so carefully, does not act as a demon, does not poison, carefully arranges the dishes, and waits before and after, so he has to come to such an evaluation?

"What do dogs not eat?"

"It's just that your tongue is precious, and you look down on the food made by our little people? Then don't eat at home!" Shang Jing pulled out his chair angrily, grabbed the knife and fork from his hand and pinched it in his hand, "You don't eat it. I eat by myself, we are not the same people, and we will eat our own in the future."

Shang Jing was so angry that he didn't even have an appetite. He just mechanically cut the beef piece by piece with a knife. His movements were rough and his eyes were sharp, as if it was He Jiang's heart.

Obviously, he had eaten boiled dumplings well before, so why should he be treated like this when he cooks?

Change the way to drive him away, right?

Shang Jing looked at the mashed foie gras on the white porcelain plate, like his broken self-esteem, which He Jiang spat worthless into the trash can.

"Heaven will bring great wealth to people in this country, and they must first suffer their minds and their bodies." Shang Jing recited two sentences silently, temporarily swallowing the bad breath.

He Jiang asked him to move, but he refused to move. He Jiang said that dogs would not eat this stuff, so he wanted to finish it.

He Jiang saw that Shang Jing had the tendency to eat a whole table of disgusting things to fight against him, and stretched out his hand to hold down his knife and fork, "Don't eat it."

Aunt Huang had been raised with a high salary for so long, and he didn't want Shang Jing to eat any bad food.

If he vomits and loses every ounce of his complexion, where can he pay for it?

Shang Jing said coldly: "You worry about me, I have to finish it."

He Jiang didn't talk nonsense with him, pulled out the trash can, and emptied the dishes.

"I order takeout."

When the first set was poured, Shang Jing held the knife and fork in both hands and did not react. At the moment when everything was poured out, Shang Jing's head exploded with a "hum".

When he was reading the diary, he just resented himself for licking the dog, but he didn't really feel that He Jiang dumped the food he cooked.

He now finally understands how it feels.

The anger was chaotic in the internal organs and did not know where to rush, because the grievances that had to bow their heads because of being under the fence surged up together, like wildfire seeing the wind, growing wildly.

I wanted to cry but couldn't cry, my eyes were red. Shang Jing bit He Jiang's wrist fiercely like a trapped beast.

"Hey..." He Jiang tensed his arm muscles, subconsciously wanting to withdraw, but looked down and saw the knife and fork in Shang Jing's hand that was constantly clenching because of anger, and the tears that couldn't be contained by closing his eyelids, but he didn't move.

Don't let him bite, what should you do if you use a knife.

The pain on the wrist bone made him suddenly realize what was wrong.

He just wanted to get rid of the bad food right away, and then ordered a table of takeout for everyone to eat well, but he ignored the fact.

Shangjing still doesn't know how bad it is to cook.

Shang Jing let him down without a bite.

The business puppy hasn't eaten the beef and mutton-flavored foie gras that he cooks by himself.

He Jiang stared at the whole brick-sized beef in the trash can, and his head suddenly became bigger.

You can't always pick it up and give it a taste to the business scene.

He personally destroyed the evidence, which was unique in He Jiang's past life. He tried to review the entire cooking process to make Shang Jing realize the problem.

"It's not that I make things difficult for you, the taste is really strange."

When Shang Jing heard the words, he suddenly let go and shouted loudly: "What's so strange! I didn't add any poison, nor did I add anything strange, how bad can good beef be!"

He Jiang followed suit: "How did you do it? What about the process?"

Shang Jing sneered, with an angry red at the end of his eyes: "I do it in the normal process, boil water, boil it, and add salt. Isn't that the case with top ingredients? That's what the master said! What's wrong? It's your ingredients. Not advanced enough?!"

He Jiang said slowly: "Yes, hairy crabs, you can do this."

The rest needs to be processed.

After speaking, He Jiang suddenly said, "Why didn't you make crabs?"

Then there is at least one thing to boast about on this table.

Shang Jingshui's glittering eyes suddenly froze, and he thumped in his heart, saying "I don't dare to catch..." while trotting into the kitchen.

On the kitchen floor, the refrigerator drawer was empty, not a single hairy crab.

Shang Jing squatted beside the drawer, hesitant, hesitant and guilty.

Ahhh... no wonder there's something rustling behind him all the time. But he was too involved in cooking to take it seriously.

He Jiang wiped the saliva on his wrist, the tooth marks were round and deep, and it was Shang Jing's mercy that he didn't see any blood.

He Jiang followed, saw the empty box, and asked carefully, "Are the crabs in the pot?"

Shang Jing's head pressed down even lower, "Escape, escape."

He Jiang subconsciously glanced at the doors of each room, and his eyes went dark.

Not a single door is closed.

There are only three things, Shang Jing has been angry and cried twice today, how can He Jiang dare to say a serious word now.

He took out his mobile phone and called Aunt Huang: "How many hairy crabs did you buy in total?"

Aunt Huang: "Eight, auspicious! Crab paste is the fattest now, sir, you should eat it in time."

He Jiang: "Okay, thank you auntie."

He hung up the phone and rubbed the back of Shang Jing's head: "Look for it."

Fortunately, the bottom of the kitchen cabinet was sealed. He Jiang put on gloves, took a flashlight, and looked under the refrigerator to find two.

That means the other six are hiding in the living room and bedroom.

Under the sofa, under the TV cabinet, behind the vase, and all the grounded furniture, He Jiang was able to move and lift them, looking for the missing crabs everywhere.

Shang Jing carried the small yellow bucket and followed behind He Jiang, watching He Jiang lying on the ground in a state of embarrassment and driving the crabs out with a broom pole, he suddenly became less angry.

He Jiang squeezed the crab and threw it into the poke, looked at Shang Jing, and said with a smile, "I'm happy just tossing me?"

Shang Jing immediately frowned and put on a heartbroken gesture.

Seeing his appearance, He Jiang didn't dare to instruct him to do anything: "Move your feet."

Shang Jing: "Oh."

Shang Jing thought for a while, put the poke on the ground, went to the bathroom and twisted a mop out: "Since the furniture has been moved, let's drag it by the way."

He Jiang: "..." Never should, never, let Shang Jing cook and mop the floor will become unfortunate.

In the future, Shangjing will still be like a literary youth, watering the flowers is enough.

The green plants in the house are quite tenacious.

He Jiang was mopping the floor while looking for crabs, and as soon as he did it, he did it until it was dark.

The last crab has yet to be found.

He wondered if Shang Jing had eaten and didn't tell him, and even checked the trash can.

After buying this villa for so long, He Jiang has never cleaned it by herself, so please clean it when construction starts.

Thanks to Shangjing, he knew the ratio of floor disinfection water today.

Shang Jing was tired from crying and fell asleep on the sofa at some point. He Jiang brought him a blanket and worked tirelessly to find the next crab.

An hour later, He Jiang found the dying hairy crab under the chassis of the red sports car in the garage, and heaved a sigh of relief.

He ordered dinner takeaway, went back to the house to take a shower and washed his hair, and then went out after drying. Shangjing had woken up and the takeaway had arrived.

There are still six steamed hairy crabs, and with the four dishes and one soup sent by the restaurant, it is barely rich.

He Jiang was busy for six hours and was too hungry to talk. The two of them finished dinner face to face, and the atmosphere was so harmonious that He Jiang sighed with emotion - if she ordered takeout at noon, there would be nothing to do.

He must have had a hard time letting Shang Jing, who grew up in a boarding school in the United States, cook Chinese food.

"You pack the takeaway box, and I'll go to sleep." He Jiang was a little sleepy, and added uneasy, "Leave it if you don't want to."

Shang Jing had a full meal. He was very reasonable when he was full. At noon, he was hungry to cook for He Jiang, and he was disgusted by him when he was finished, and he really stepped on the thunder pool.

He put the relatively complete leftovers in the refrigerator, took the big bag, and packed the takeaway boxes on the table little by little.

At noon and at night, the trash cans are full.

Shang Jing knotted the garbage bag, changed his shoes and went out to throw the garbage.

The sky was dark, and the autumn rain was about to pour. Shang Jing looked at the two big bags of garbage in his hand. Instead of the trash can at the door of the villa, he took two steps to the big green trash can at the corner.

After throwing out the garbage, a black bag next to the trash can suddenly vibrated.

Shang Jing was startled, took a step back, looked at it carefully, the bag moved again, and he could clearly see the outline of his head and body, the size of a palm, weak and pitiful, unable to even make a sound, almost blending into the night. .

In Shangjing's impression, some pet owners do not sterilize their cats, and they throw away their kittens as soon as they are born. Although this is a villa area, there is no guarantee that there are such people.

Shang Jing, who was kicked out of the house today, pushed himself to others and was full of sympathy for little things.

I want to pick it up and take it home.

But now he and He Jiang have a simple relationship between the landlord and the tenant, and the landlord may not allow the tenant to keep pets.

Shang Jing stared at the kitten for a while, then gritted his teeth and ran home.

He Jiang might be too sleepy, the door was unlocked and opened as soon as it was twisted.

Shang Jing quickly ran to the bed and pushed He Jiang who was under the quilt: "Landlord! Landlord!"

He Jiang remained motionless.

Shang Jing leaned on his ear and whispered, "He Jiang, I want to have a cat."

He Jiang opened his eyes a little, squinted at Shang Jing for a while, reached out and rubbed his hair, his voice was coaxing like an order, with a tired hoarseness wrapped in tenderness: "Don't make noise."

After speaking, he turned over and covered his head.

Shang Jing ran to the other side, pushed him repeatedly, and whispered, "Landlord, He Jiang!"

There was thunder outside, and when Shang Jing saw that He Jiang couldn't wake up at all, he was so anxious that he slapped him on the waist: "Husband!"

He seemed to understand a little bit. He Jiang might be afraid that he would be called Shunzui. Every time he called her husband, his expression was very strange.

It is a good password, and it should be used more at critical moments.

He Jiang: "…"

He sat up, feeling a little irritated when he got up, but didn't dare to attack: "What's the matter?"

Shang Jing raised his eyebrows, and it seemed that calling her husband would work. He said in a very sincere tone, "I want to have a cat."

He Jiang: "Can you take care of yourself?"

Shang Jing: "I fell in love with a cat."

He Jiang: "...then raise it."

Business View: "It's next to the trash can now."

He Jiang half-squinted his eyes: "So?"

Shang Jing: "Please help me get it back."

He Jiang: "Can't you do it yourself?"

Shang Jing was afraid: "I don't dare to catch it, I'm afraid it will run away."

He Jiang was silent for two seconds, and imagined how reliable Shangjing was in handling affairs.

"I really owe you." He Jiang got up with a sullen face, put on his shirt, "Go find a suitcase."

Shang Jing hurriedly went to the shoe cabinet to get a shoe box, took out He Jiang's high-end leather shoes, and put several layers of tissues on it, "Let's go, let's go."

Under the guidance of Shang Jing, He Jiang saw a vibrating black plastic bag next to the trash can. He put on disposable gloves and untied the bag.

A **** mouse on the sticky mouse board!

Shang Jing stood behind He Jiang and probed: "How is it?"

He Jiang's forehead throbbed with blue veins. He took off his gloves in a second and threw it into the trash can. He was as irritable as thunder: "Shang Jing! Did you do this on purpose?!!"

Shang Jing covered his ears and blurted out, "I'm sorry, husband."

He Jiang: "..." Crazy.