Chapter 76 Cooking for You
Jing Rong was also tired of what G-Dragon had done. She had originally planned to take a nap with him, but she slept until almost eleven o'clock in the morning. When Jing Rong woke up, she saw that G-Dragon was sleeping very soundly, so she didn't say anything. She moved away very quietly, moved her head off his arm, and then gently took the hand off her waist, and turned to get out of bed, but Jing Rong was sitting on the edge of the bed putting on her shoes, and picked up the mobile phone on the table. Before she got up, someone hugged her waist again, and a warm body pressed against her and kissed her on the cheek.
"Wife." G-Dragon spoke with a strong nasal tone, and the ending tone was slightly upturned, showing the owner's good mood.
Jing Rong looked back at him, kissed the corner of his mouth, and asked softly, "Why did you wake up?"
"Because you're not here."
"I'll go buy some of your favorite dishes and have Auntie come over to cook a meal. How about we eat at home today?" Jing Rong wasn't asking for Quan Zhilong's opinion, so before Quan Zhilong could express his opinion, she immediately reminded him, "You didn't get enough rest yesterday. Go back and get some sleep."
Quan Zhilong held Jingrong's waist tightly, even sticking to her back. After a long silence, Quan Zhilong should have completely sobered up: "I'll go shopping with you. I want to eat the food you cook for lunch."
"Didn't you say that the food I cooked was not tasty?"
"Who said that? The food my wife cooks is the best in the world." G-Dragon said righteously.
Jing Rong glanced at him sideways, then suddenly thought of something and asked again, "Are you sure?"
Although he knew in his heart that Jing Rong's question was a bit fishy, G-Dragon nodded without hesitation. He now had the awareness to support his girlfriend unconditionally. Besides, he would have to get used to it sooner or later. Once he got used to her craftsmanship, no matter how unpalatable her food was, he would not be at a loss in the future. So for the sake of a happy and fulfilling future, he decided to give it his all.
—But Brother Long, you’ve already decided who will be the chef after marriage. Does your girlfriend know about this? Does your family know about this?
"Okay, get up and change your clothes." Jing Rong said, then got up and went to the closet to take out the clothes he wanted to wear. G-Dragon followed him and was stunned when he opened the closet.
"Why do I have so few clothes?" Quan Zhilong reached out and flipped through them, immediately looking at Jingrong with an accusing look on his face, "No more than three sets!"
Jing Rong nodded calmly: "What else do you think?"
"Aren't you going to let me live here permanently?!"
"Of course." Jing Rong said naturally, "This place is so small, it's too crowded for two people to live here. We'll go back to stay in Jiangnan District tonight. Putting a few clothes here is just for temporary use in case we need them urgently that day, so we don't have to rush out to buy them."
Quan Zhilong curled his lips and said, "If you don't plan to live here permanently, why did you buy this house?"
"I'll stay here while you're gone."
Although Jingrong downplayed it, Quan Zhilong still had the illusion that she only considered this place her home. The house in Gangnam District she mentioned was just a temporary place to stay, so he could come and go as he pleased there, and it was okay if it was filled with his clothes and daily necessities, but this place was completely unacceptable. He looked at the furnishings in the bedroom and the toiletries in the bathroom and knew that Jingrong had no intention of sharing this place with him from the beginning. It was as if this was her exclusive territory that no one could invade.
Thinking of this, G-Dragon naturally refused to do it. He was not fighting for the bread, but for his face. Besides, he really wanted to know what position he held in Jing Rong's heart.
Quan Zhilong held Jingrong's hand, looking pitiful: "Wife, I'm easy to take care of, I'm not picky, and I don't take up much space. Look at my small body, such a big house won't be crowded at all!"
"Of course you won't be crowded, but you have so many personal belongings, clothes, shoes, and accessories alone, this bedroom can't even hold them all. Where are you going to hide them?" Incidentally, although Jingrong's original owner bought some daily necessities according to Quan Zhilong's preferences after buying the house, it was only enough to maintain daily life. Ever since Quan Zhilong felt that his cohabitation with Jingrong was becoming more and more harmonious, his precious clothes, hats, shoes, and accessories gradually moved in with him. Their large cloakroom is already a bit crowded. Quan Zhilong himself said proudly that his things in the dormitory haven't been completely emptied yet, and Jingrong couldn't help but imagine what the situation will be like after he empties everything. No wonder Captain Quan is teasingly called the "Kuangye" by his fans. It's true. From now on, when buying a house, he has to buy a big one, otherwise it would be ridiculous if there is not enough space for all his treasures.
Jing Rong's words were entirely for G-Dragon's consideration and from his perspective. G-Dragon was moved for a moment, and then resolutely refused: "It doesn't matter to me, my wife. It's okay if you don't bring things with you. You can just go and get them when you need them. Please don't kick me out of the house!" He cried so miserably that he almost knelt down and hugged her thighs.
Jing Rong didn't expect him to be so eager for a house. He glanced at Quan Zhilong calmly and was surprised to see the seriousness in his eyes. He was stunned for a moment, and finally nodded: "Since you don't mind the trouble, then it's up to you."
"Wife, you're so nice." Quan Zhilong hugged Jingrong in a sweet and deadly manner and kissed her on the cheek. It was a very childish kiss. A loud "boo" could be heard in the room, and then there was a snap. Jingrong felt saliva on her face. She held back and didn't move. She forced a smile and said to Quan Zhilong, "Go to the bathroom and change your clothes."
"good."
Seeing G-Dragon holding the clothes and turning into the bathroom, Jing Rong's smile fell. She walked to the bedside, took a piece of paper and wiped her cheeks. Mysophobia is not just a psychological effect. Although she has become accustomed to G-Dragon's touch, she can never get used to saliva. Even after Typhoon, whom she likes so much, licks her with his tongue, she has to wash her face more than twice with facial cleanser, let alone others.
Finally feeling that it was clean, Jing Rong threw the paper into the trash can, then sat on the edge of the bed with a frown. To be honest, although G-Dragon looked a little out of tune in front of her, she knew in her heart that most of the time he was just having fun. This man was mentally mature and stable in all aspects other than emotions. It was unlikely that he would really compete with this residence. The only explanation was... he was testing her again?
Thinking of this, Jingrong squinted at the closed bathroom door, feeling rather amused. No matter what he said, he still went his own way. That was what men were all about. But this situation wasn't a bad thing for Jingrong. Quan Zhilong's reticence, his insistence on probing her for an answer, proved that he was genuinely afraid. How wonderful! He finally felt this sense of uncertainty. She was one step closer to returning home.
After they both changed, they went out. As they closed the door, Taifeng kept circling around Jingrong's legs, eager to go out with them. Jingrong was a little hesitant. Seeing Taifeng's eagerness, she was willing to take him out, but seeing Taifeng reminded her of what happened that morning and she felt uncomfortable. While Jingrong was struggling to make a decision, Quan Zhilong quickly closed the door, put his arm around Jingrong's shoulders, and left.
"We have to hurry, it's getting late."
Jing Rong looked at the time and nodded: "Yes, let's go."
Because Quan Zhilong had never been here before, his car was parked carelessly downstairs of Jingrong's house. To save trouble, they went downstairs and planned to drive the car away. However, before getting in the car, Jingrong held out his hand to Quan Zhilong and said, "Give me the keys. You can rest in the car for a while."
G-Dragon curled his lips and smiled, "It's okay, I'm in good shape now." Although he said that, he still handed the key to his beloved car to Jingrong. He never let others drive his car, but he had no reluctance to give it to Jingrong. She could drive her car at will, as if they could share everything. This is true intimacy.
G-Dragon opened the car door and got into the passenger seat with a little joy unknown to others, humming a little tune, looking extremely proud. Jing Rong ignored him, started the car, and drove to the nearest vegetable market from her home.
The vegetable market is always crowded from morning to night, but it is noon now, and there are very few customers except for the merchants. So Jing Rong and his friends have a rare chance to have some quiet time in this place, and they have to pick out food much faster. After only a few minutes in the vegetable market, Jing Rong and his friends returned with great success.
As soon as they got home, Jing Rong ordered Quan Zhilong to wash the dishes, wash the rice, and cook. After Quan Zhilong finished these things obediently, Jing Rong's pork ribs and taro soup was already stewing. She was now processing the plump sea bass on the chopping board. In fact, she had asked the boss to deal with the internal organs and fish scales at the vegetable market before, but Jing Rong was afraid that it was not handled cleanly, so she cleaned it again herself before she felt at ease. Jing Rong's knife skills were not authentic. After all, she was only an amateur, but it was much better than Quan Zhilong had imagined. Thinking of the first meal his girlfriend cooked for him, Quan Zhilong leaned on the sink with his arms crossed: "Wife, you are so skillful with the knife now, did you practice before?"
Jing Rong raised his eyebrows, looking very surprised: "You can see this?"
Quan Zhilong was proud: "Of course, your progress is too obvious."
Jing Rong pursed her lips and smiled, lowering her head to continue the work at hand. Quan Zhilong also watched her quietly from the side. Suddenly, a strand of hair that Jing Rong had tucked behind her ear fell down mischievously and dangled in front of her eyes. Before Jing Rong could free her hands to brush the hair away, Quan Zhilong had already reached out and gently helped her tuck her hair back behind her head. Then he went over and hugged her waist from behind, resting her head on Jing Rong's shoulder, and asked softly, "Did you learn this specifically for me?"
Jing Rong just smiled, neither admitting nor denying. Quan Zhilong naturally took this as tacit agreement, and for a moment, he was deeply moved. It turned out that he had been overthinking things before. Jing Rong loved him so much. This rich girl, who had never touched a single finger, had learned to cook just for him. In just a few months, she had gone from not knowing how to cook to being able to handle something as complicated as fish. It was obvious how hard she worked. How could he keep doubting her feelings for him? She had clearly never changed. The only thing that had changed was that he cared more and more, and was more and more afraid of losing her...
After cleaning the fish, Jingrong began to cut it skillfully. G-Dragon was more and more moved the more he watched from behind. Jingrong didn't quite understand why he was moved. While marinating the cut fish, he asked in a light tone, "Do you want it spicy or not so spicy?"
"I'm fine with that. What are you cooking?"
"Pickled fish. Last time I asked my aunt to make some pickles for me. They tasted great, so this should be perfect for me."
"Kimchi... We agreed to make it together last time, but I never had the time." G-Dragon sighed softly and asked, "I don't think I've heard of pickled fish before."
"This is Chinese food. There's also the taro and pork ribs soup in the pot. I heard it's a very common home-cooked dish in China." As he spoke, Jing Rong had already washed the other ingredients needed for the pickled fish and set them aside. "I saw that you like China very much and chose Chinese, so I learned to make these simple Chinese dishes. Maybe you will like them... Oh, by the way, if you don't mind spicy food, how about we add some pickled peppers?"
The art of language is always mastered by Chinese people. If Jingrong had solemnly and directly told G-Dragon, "Yes, it's because of you that I took time out of my busy schedule to learn how to cook," the effect would definitely not have been as good as it is now. It's not that there would be no effect at all, but G-Dragon has seen too many passionate and unrestrained women in his life who can't wait to take credit for the little things they do. Although Jingrong is not one of them, G-Dragon is immune to this kind of thing. However, Jingrong either doesn't do it or, since he has personally taken it to this extent, how can he not make the most of it? That's why she used such a nonchalant and extremely casual tone, giving the impression that it was normal and natural for her to learn to cook for him, and it wasn't worth boasting about at all. She didn't do it to impress him or to add luster to herself, but just did it when she thought of it, as if she just wanted to be nice to him and had no other intentions. As if she didn't need to tell him what she did for him, and even if she did, it would be like saying hello and saying that she would put a few more peppers in the fish.
This was a matter of course, and there was no need to explain how good she was to him.
At this moment, G-Dragon broke his own record of touching moments.
In fact, Jing Rong really didn't do anything. The so-called "taking time out of her busy schedule to learn how to cook" was completely Captain Quan's over-imagination. She had this skill for a long time but just never found a good reason to use it. What she cooked today was also very simple. Three dishes were enough for two people. The pork ribs and taro soup just needed to be washed and put in the pot to cook. It didn't matter if it was cooked a little softer or taken out of the pot a little earlier. The pickled fish didn't require much technical content, as long as the ingredients were put well. The last thing left was the spicy and sour potato shreds, which was even simpler. It was out of the pot in a few simple steps and looked quite presentable when placed on the table.
But in Quan Zhilong's eyes, Jingrong had put in a lot of effort to achieve this standard. He was reluctant to eat it. He took a few photos of the table and uploaded them to his personal Twitter account before sitting down to eat. Taifeng also took the seat next to Jingrong, with his butt touching the stool and his front legs lying on the table. It looked very funny. Jingrong used a small bowl specially for him to pick up a few pieces of ribs and put it in front of him. Taifeng sniffed it with his nose, wagged his tail and started eating. Seeing this, Quan Zhilong complained with some dissatisfaction: "I haven't even started eating yet, why should he eat first?"
Jing Rong glanced at him and said, "This is Typhoon's last meal. Do you want it too?"
"Okay." G-Dragon compromised after thinking it over.
"At noon, the hourly aunt at Jung Yunho's house will be there to clean. I'll take Taifeng there after lunch. Do you want to come with me?"
“This is a must!”
"Then eat faster." Jing Rong really couldn't stand seeing someone eating slower than a child without teeth.
Quan Zhilong continued to complain: "I just want to savor it."
Jing Rong smiled: "There will be plenty of opportunities in the future, just like the last lunch."
After returning Typhoon to Captain Zheng's house, G-Dragon finally breathed a sigh of relief. The air felt fresher. No longer could someone use a pet to get close to his girlfriend and interrupt her intimacy. As expected, the best way to understand a man is to look at him. As soon as he saw Typhoon at Jingrong's house, G-Dragon could probably guess what Jung Yunho was thinking. In just one morning, he had thwarted his opponent's plan. G-Dragon was quite pleased. Even more fortunate was that the man wasn't there when they returned the dog! How wonderful! Seeing each other every time counts!
After returning home, the two went to bed for a nap. When Jingrong was half asleep, he heard G-Dragon talking on the phone, and it was Seungri's loud voice on the other end.
"Brother, I saw your trumpet. Who did that? Your sister-in-law? Are you together now?"
"Yeah." Feeling Jingrong's head move a little, G-Dragon reached out and patted her. Jingrong then hugged her arm and moved closer to listen to their conversation.
Seungri was very surprised: "Ah, brother, you guys finally reconciled! It's been so hard for us these past few days, you should at least reward everyone... I saw in the photos that the dishes my sister-in-law cooked are very good, do you mind if we come over for dinner tonight?"
Don’t ask Seungri why, you don’t need to ask to know that it was made by Jingrong himself, because Captain Quan explained it clearly in his private Twitter very proudly - my dear made it for me personally, it’s really appetizing!
—— Seungri said he wasn’t sure whether his appetite would be stimulated or not, but if Captain Kwon keeps showing off his affection like this, he’s sure to have no friends left!
"mind."
"No problem."
The voices of Quan Zhilong and Jingrong overlapped. Without even listening, Seungri knew which one was said by the stingy Captain Quan and which was said by Jingrong. He happily ignored Quan Zhilong's unhappiness, "Sister-in-law is so hospitable. I can't refuse such a kind invitation! Then it's a deal. Send me the address and my brothers and I will be there on time tonight."
The author has something to say: Ah, I finally escaped from the little dark room. It wasn’t easy. For you, I didn’t even watch the Variety Show today. I have to seize the remaining twenty minutes to watch a little bit, and then go to bed after watching the stars. Good night, my friends, muah!
Before leaving, continue to hang the local tyrant——
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