people.
Fan Qi was cutting potatoes when the phone rang. She picked up the phone and heard Feng Xueming on the other side say, "Fan Qi, I'm sorry. My mother didn't know the situation at all. She was talking nonsense."
"But you know the situation. You should explain it clearly to her and let her know that there is absolutely nothing between you and me." Fan Qi spoke very impolitely.
"I..." Feng Xueming was speechless for a moment.
"Is there anything else?" Fan Qi asked him.
"Yes. You are going to attend a charity gala tomorrow. Can you wear one of our dresses?"
Did Liao Yazhe tell him that she was going to attend a cocktail party? But shooting a commercial for someone is also considered a spokesperson, right?
"Sure!"
"I'll bring it to you tomorrow."
"Then the newspaper published another news item, 'A rich young man personally delivered a dress to Fan Qi'?" Fan Qi asked.
Feng Xueming immediately changed his words: "I'll send someone to deliver it."
"At three o'clock in the afternoon, I will go with Mrs. Liao to do my hair. You can arrive before three o'clock."
"OK." Feng Xueming hung up the phone.
Fan Qi took the diced pork and said to Chen Zhiqian, "Feng Xueming told me to wear WO's dress to attend the charity party tomorrow."
"It's as I should. After all, we have to cooperate." Chen Zhiqian divided the fried peanuts into two portions, sprinkled some salt on one portion, and placed the other on the side.
Fan Qi picked up a peanut and stuffed it into his mouth. Chen Zhiqian said, "It's not cold yet, it's not crispy yet!"
"It's okay, let's eat first." Fan Qi chewed peanuts and watched Chen Zhiqian fry the chili sauce.
"Oh no! Don't skimp on the hot sauce. It's just a little bit and it doesn't taste spicy at all."
Chen Zhiqian added another spoonful, and Fan Qi felt bad again: "You are right, you should eat sparingly. Once you finish it, it will be gone."
Chen Zhiqian looked at the bean paste in the pot that hadn't been fried yet and handed the jar to her: "You do it."
Fan Qi picked up a peanut and stuffed it into his mouth: "I was just saying it casually, why are you so angry?"
After saying this, Fan Qi realized how inappropriate her actions just now were. Fortunately, Chen Zhiqian squatted down to get the bowl. She secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
Chen Zhiqian, who hadn't stood up yet, said, "Take the noodles out of the refrigerator. We're going to cook them."
Fan Qi opened the refrigerator and saw a plastic bag. He opened it and saw that it was Shanghai noodles. He asked, "Where did you buy it?"
"In a small alley across the road from the company, there is a couple from Shanghai who opened a noodle factory. I asked them to buy it."
Why does this sound so familiar? Isn't this just an excuse for salted duck? This person is really stingy.
The smell of the braised spareribs made by the stingy guy wafted out, and Fan Qi was so delicious that she was infatuated with it. Chen Zhiqian served the spareribs and handed them to her: "Bring the spareribs to the table."
Fan Qi took it, smelled the fragrance and put it on the table, turned around and took out chopsticks and a spoon, scooped a little of the thick sauce of the pork chop with the spoon, and licked it with his tongue: "Delicious, really delicious."
Chen Zhiqian, who was washing the pot, turned around and saw this greedy look, and suddenly had the idea of teasing her: "You will attend the cocktail party tomorrow night, and I will eat pickled pork with preserved vegetables alone?"
Hearing this, Fan Qi got anxious: "Who would eat a lot at a party? I'll come back to eat more. I like crispy lettuce. Please leave some for me and I'll come back to eat it."
Chen Zhiqian could no longer suppress the smile on his face: "Bring the hot sauce."
"Hmm, hmm!" Fan Qi went over and brought a big bowl of chili sauce, put it on the table, picked up the chopsticks, and picked out the peanuts in it to eat.
"Peanuts are so oily, why do you eat so many?" Chen Zhiqian asked her.
“The peanuts in the hot sauce won’t be crispy after a while.”
Chen Zhiqian brought over two bowls of noodles. Fan Qi scooped a large spoonful of hot sauce on the noodles, then picked up a large piece of pork ribs and placed it on the noodles. He lowered his head and took a sip of the soup first. The slightly spicy and salty taste of the hot sauce had already spread in the noodle soup. It was so delicious!
She took another bite of the steak, which had a rich sauce and tender meat. “I think we can open the store right here.”
Open a shop? How could she think of that? Chen Zhiqian picked up some noodles and started eating. Suddenly, he found that the noodles he made were really delicious, with the taste of a small shop in a Shanghai alley.
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