Her bone structure and facial skin became increasingly integrated, with not an ounce of excess fat remaining.
"The factory was just starting out this year, and there was a lot to do." Zhou Mingli casually glossed over the hardships of the whole year, then picked her up like a child. "I'm suffering from lovesickness."
Jiang Ci couldn't hold back and burst out laughing, swinging her legs freely on either side of his waist a couple of times.
She pecked his nose again. "Is it off now?"
Zhou Mingli frowned. "One day isn't enough?"
The light kiss was too insignificant to Zhou Mingli. He patted her buttocks lightly and said in a low voice, "I want to fight you for another three hundred rounds."
Jiang Ci was speechless.
The two were pouring out their hearts to each other when there was a knock on the door.
Jiang Ci and Zhou Mingli exchanged a glance. Zhou Mingli put her down and helped her straighten her clothes.
Jiang Ci went to open the door.
The people who came were several of her colleagues, and they seemed a little embarrassed.
Jiang Ci asked, somewhat puzzled, "What's wrong?"
Several colleagues pushed and shoved each other for a long time before finally pushing out a representative.
"Well... Counselor Jiang, we just need to talk to your wife about something small."
Looking for Zhou Mingli?
Jiang Ci turned to look at him.
Zhou Mingli walked over. "Looking for me?"
Once the man had spoken, he steeled himself, and the rest of his words flowed smoothly.
“You helped with the wedding banquet for my cousin’s wedding. I know your cooking skills are excellent, you’re at the level of a state banquet chef.” He praised Zhou Mingli first, then said shyly, “We’ve been away from Beijing for a long time. Even when we go to Chinatown to eat Chinese food, the dishes they make are all tailored to New Yorkers’ tastes, they’re not quite authentic.”
"So, we were thinking, could you cook us dinner?"
The man blushed with embarrassment.
Zhou Mingli traveled all the way from Beijing to New York to see his wife, and they suggested having someone cook for them... What's going on here?
But this group of people also missed the food from their hometown very much, and since a great chef had finally come, they really didn't want to miss out.
Zhou Mingli and Jiang Ci were both stunned for a long time after hearing this.
Jiang Ci couldn't help but laugh out loud again.
Zhou Mingli glanced at Jiang Ci helplessly.
The man realized what was happening and quickly added, "We're paying you! Really! We won't let you work for free!"
Zhou Mingli rubbed his temples and said with a smile, "You are Jiang Ci's comrades-in-arms. It's just a meal. It would be too formal to ask for money."
“I heard from Jiang Ci that you’re off the day after tomorrow, so let’s cook it the night after tomorrow. But you need to prepare the menu and ingredients first. I’ll just be in charge of cooking.”
Upon hearing Zhou Mingli's words, everyone secretly clenched their fists in approval.
The others who hadn't spoken immediately said, "Don't worry about that! We'll make sure we've prepared all the necessary ingredients and menus!"
"Comrade Zhou, what dishes can you cook?! Let's prepare dishes according to the cuisines you can cook!"
Zhou Mingli smiled and said, "I know a little bit about all eight major cuisines."
What a joke! He studied under Chef Mo for six or seven years, and he's learned at least eight out of ten of Chef Mo's skills.
It's just a small meal, easy to manage.
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