Chapter 297 Type
Finally, Shen Jiazhou completed a dish of spicy fried beef, and then assisted Wen Shuqiao in completing the rest of the dishes.
Cancan exclaimed loudly: "Uncle, you are so awesome!"
Shen Jiazhou felt a little guilty. He picked up his chopsticks and picked up a piece of veal for him: "Try it quickly."
Cancan hummed: "Okay!"
He picked up the chopsticks and stuffed the beef into his mouth.
After chewing it twice, his face twisted a little, Shen Jiazhou frowned: "Not delicious?"
Cancan blushed: "Auntie, auntie, the beef hit my mouth."
After saying that, he let out a cry and tears started flowing.
Shen Jiazhou: ...
Wen Shuqiao: ...
The two of them suddenly remembered something. One of them stood up quickly and went to the kitchen to get a new cup of water. The other one tore off a tissue and put it next to his mouth: "Spit, spit, spit quickly."
Cancan swallowed the beef while crying.
Wen Shuqiao had no choice but to wipe his tears: "The water is here, the water is here, my uncle is here to bring some water."
Shen Jiazhou also sat on the other side and fed him water: "Drink some water, drink some water."
Cancan gulped down a big gulp. Although his mouth still hurt, it felt much better.
Wen Shuqiao wiped his tears: "Does it still hurt?"
Cancan stuck out his tongue: "A little bit, aunt, why does this beef hit my mouth so much."
Wen Shuqiao glanced at Shen Jiazhou. Just now when they were cooking, Shen Jiazhou said that someone had sent some devil peppers produced somewhere, and one pepper was enough to make people cry. Wen Shuqiao didn't believe it and insisted on trying it, so he put one in.
I still remember it at the beginning, but then there was such a commotion in the kitchen that I forgot about it altogether.
Cancan has a hard time.
It was difficult to calm down Cancan who was hit on the mouth by Chili.
Shen Jiazhou breathed a sigh of relief. He put the cup aside and leaned back in his chair: "I really believe it now."
Wen Shuqiao picked up some fish for him: "Eat some more fish to relax you."
Now that her mouth didn't hurt anymore, Cancan buried her head in eating the fish, then turned to Shen Jiazhou and said, "Uncle, you cooked this fish very well too."
Shen Jiazhou touched his head and said, "Thank you for your hard work."
Even in this situation, we still don’t forget to give emotional value.
He never said Cancan was a bad boy again. Cancan was the best little treasure in the world.
Shen Jiazhou sat back in his seat. He looked at the beef dish and hesitated for a moment. Another pair of chopsticks reached out before him.
Shen Jiazhou said: "Why don't you just stop eating."
Wen Shuqiao had already put it in her mouth. She said, "Hmm? It's really delicious. Mr. Shen, you have a talent."
Shen Jiazhou also picked up a piece of food with chopsticks: "Does our relationship really need your compliments?"
Wen Shuqiao took another bite with his chopsticks: "It's really delicious. I'm not complimenting you."
Shen Jiazhou raised his lips and said, "If the company doesn't work out in the future, I can still learn from Gu Xingyuan and open a restaurant, which is not bad."
Wen Shuqiao didn't say anything. Shen Jiazhou put the piece of beef into his mouth and chewed it twice. It seemed that he had put too much salt in it.
He raised his eyes to look at Wen Shuqiao opposite him. She took a sip of water and went to pick up the beef without changing her expression.
Didn't say anything, but gave enough face.
Shen Jiazhou looked at her and blinked. He poked the bottom of the bowl with his chopsticks and asked vaguely, "What else do you like to eat besides spicy food?"
"What?" Wen Shuqiao took another sip of water: "I didn't hear it clearly."
Shen Jiazhou lowered his eyes and pursed his lips: "What else do you like to eat?"
"They're all OK. I eat everything except the ones I don't eat." Wen Shuqiao was puzzled: "Don't you know everything?"
When she herself didn't pay much attention to it, Shen Jiazhou had already noticed it.
But just as he thought of this, Wen Shuqiao quickly drove the idea away. It felt a bit weird to think this way.
Shen Jiazhou said, "Just asking, just asking."
He likes them all, so where should he start?
He took two bites and turned his attention to Cancan. Cancan was now completely well and was drinking the soup seriously and doing the finishing work.
He noticed the gazes, Cancan looked up in confusion, glanced at his uncle, then lowered his head to drink the soup.
I don't understand, why is my uncle looking at him? Weird uncle.
After lunch, Wen Shuqiao sat on the sofa and looked at his phone. Cancan was tired from playing with toys, so he came over and asked, "Auntie, who are you chatting with?"
Shen Jiazhou also came over. When he heard this question, he couldn't help but walk over, picked up an orange on the table and started peeling it.
Wen Shuqiao said: "Uncle An An sent a message to wish you a happy new year."
Cancan said "oh" and fell aside to watch the cartoon because he lost interest.
Shen Jiazhou peeled the orange, got up from the sofa, and gave half of the orange to Wen Shuqiao.
Wen Shuqiao took it and thanked him.
Shen Jiazhou asked: "What else did I say to you? You looked quite happy."
Wen Shuqiao stuffed a slice of orange in his mouth and said, "It's quite sweet. I didn't say anything. Teacher Xie said that the studio will open on the ninth day of the first lunar month and there will be a studio party. He asked me if I wanted to go."
Shen Jiazhou said: "Aren't you ready to resign? Haven't you dealt with it yet?"
Wen Shuqiao hummed: "I will resign after the New Year. The resignation letter is already prepared."
Shen Jiazhou also stuffed an orange in his mouth: "Well, what are your plans next?"
"Take more photos and walk around more." Wen Shuqiao said, "Find your personal style."
Shen Jiazhou ate oranges and didn't say anything.
After he finished eating half of the orange, he said, "You're taking a flight tomorrow afternoon, so just bring some light clothes. Everything has been arranged over there."
"You said it before, I know." Wen Shuqiao was about to put the last orange into his mouth, and Cancan came over and opened his mouth wide: "I want to eat too."
Wen Shuqiao stuffed the last slice into his mouth, and Cancan lay down again with the orange in his mouth, feeling satisfied.
If your uncle doesn’t give you oranges to eat, you’ll have your own way to get them!
Shen Jiazhou pursed his lips. Wen Shuqiao had already finished chatting with Xie Jingbei. He turned around and saw Shen Jiazhou with a look of wanting to say something but stopping himself.
"What's wrong with you?" Wen Shuqiao put his phone aside: "What do you want to say?"
"I just want to ask..." Shen Jiazhou put his fingers together and began to speak vaguely: "I see you and Teacher Xie are having a good chat. Is this the type you like?"
Wen Shuqiao looked confused and couldn't help but move closer: "What are you mumbling about?"
Shen Jiazhou repeated it quickly.
Wen Shuqiao asked in confusion, "Why are you being so awkward?"
Shen Jiazhou took a deep breath: "I just want to ask you, what are you going to eat tonight."
Wen Shuqiao crossed his arms and said, “Boss Shen, I’ve noticed that it’s quite obvious when you feel guilty.”
Shen Jiazhou lowered his head and fingered the edge of his sweater: "Why should I feel guilty?"
"Teacher Xie and I are friends, how can it be brought up in terms of type of liking each other?" Wen Shuqiao said as he reached out and took another orange.
When Shen Jiazhou heard this, he came to his senses and said, "You heard it."
Wen Shuqiao glanced at him and said, "I just don't understand why you are suddenly so shy."
Shen Jiazhou's eyes were a little vague: "I just thought that some of the questions were embarrassing."
Wen Shuqiao lowered his head and peeled the orange without saying a word.
Shen Jiazhou couldn't help himself. He first glanced at Cancan, then stood up, his arm slightly touching Wen Shuqiao's arm, and spoke in a much softer tone: "So... do you have a type you like?"
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