Allow her to be pampered

Chi Rong is about to go to bed, and it is time for Wu Qingzhi to get up and go to work.

Although it was a public holiday, he was able to take a break from his busy schedule, but the shopping mall was like a battlefield, and he couldn't relax for a moment.

Wu Qingzhi just negotiated a big deal for the Shuaifu, and he had to devote all his energy to deal with it.

The disaster victims in the north of the city had no fixed place to live, and the commander-in-chief's mansion was in a hurry, so he ordered a large amount of raw hides from the Wu family for supplies.

Now all the households in the commercial bank are working overtime for the supply, and they are already extremely busy, and the transportation of goods is really inseparable from human supervision.

Wu Qingzhi made several calls to keep an eye on the situation.

The last time he called Jiang Mengguang, he said softly, "Is Boss Cao out of phase today?"

Jiang Mengguang on the other end of the phone sneered: "How dare he mess around again? If he really dares to trip us up again, he will be the last one!"

Wu Qingzhi curled his lips slightly, smiling politely, but showing a cold expression: "Then keep an eye on him, and pay close attention to his son. Before the final payment from the handsome mansion comes in, you must not be careless."

Jiang Mengguang understood.

The two discussed some details about the cashier, carefully checked the account, and then hung up the phone.

Although Wu Qingzhi's high fever was faked, his low fever was not.

From early morning to late afternoon, except for lunch, he never rested. After a busy day, he was a little tired after all.

Chi Rong curled up warmly in the bed, without any intention of waking up, so Wu Qingzhi climbed onto the bed from the other side and stuck to Chi Rong's position.

He put his hand lightly on Chi Rong's waist, without teasing her, and wrapped her in his arms.

The two have been married for a long time, and even though they have the idea of ​​falling in love with each other, they have never done anything beyond the rules.

Hugging is getting closer, kissing is confessing, this is Chi Rong's current limit.

But he has patience.

Wu Qingzhi has a regular schedule, no matter how much he likes to hold Chi Rong in his arms, he won't drag himself out of bed all the time, so he only got up gently after sleeping for a while.

His timing was really exquisite, not long after the bed was made, Chi Rong woke up after a short time.

"Why...how come I fell asleep..."

Chi Rong muttered and rubbed his eyes, then remembered Wu Qingzhi's high fever, and immediately searched his face, "How are you! Do you feel better?"

Wu Qingzhi sat by the bed, and coughed a few times from his throat: "After taking the medicine, there is nothing serious. You drank alcohol last night, and it's okay to take a rest."

Chi Rong was extremely ashamed, because Wu Qingzhi suffered from the wind and cold again, and now she came to take care of her, but he went to bed first, and asked the sick person to stay by the bedside for her, it was really inappropriate.

So for the remaining half of the day, Chi Rong took great care of Wu Qingzhi, and even made him a bowl of shepherd's purse wonton by himself.

Wu Qingzhi didn't need her to work so hard, but at dinner, the housekeeper came to ask about the dishes. In order to pretend to be sick, he casually said that he had no appetite, and then sent him out of the house.

Wu Qingzhi originally wanted to wait for Chi Rong to persuade him softly, and maybe feed him himself, but who would have thought that Chi Rong would remember these words clearly, and tried every means to make an easy-to-eat diet for Wu Qingzhi.

Chi Rong had already established a good relationship with the cooks at home, but when he came here today, the young master was still behind him, which really made the cooks panic.

"Young master! Young madam! Just send a message if you want to eat, why do you two come here in person!"

A servant bowed.

Chi Rong waved his hand and ordered a few ingredients, regardless of what was up or down: "I'll show off again today. It's not a big deal for your young master to visit. Everyone is busy with their own work, so don't be nervous or nervous."

Wu Qingzhi also nodded slightly, and gave the cooks a little smile, which seemed to agree with Chi Rong.

The master of the family is gentle and courteous, and he is naturally grateful for being a servant.

Knowing that the young lady wanted to make wontons, it would be more troublesome to eat and cook now, so a helper took the initiative to make dough and roll the dough.

Chi Rong then prepared the dishes.

Wash the fresh shepherd's purse carefully, blanch it in a pot of boiling water to remove the astringency, and just now I am going to chop the shepherd's purse into fine pieces.

Seeing this, the cook took over the work very consciously.

The minced shepherd's purse is ready, and needless to say, the minced meat is ready-made in the kitchen.

Chi Rong mixed minced shepherd's purse and minced meat in a large bowl, sprinkled a few pinches of salt and pepper, a few drops of sesame oil, and finally wanted to crack an egg into it.

She turned to Wu Qingzhi triumphantly: "Oh, look at me, I can crack eggs with one hand, isn't it amazing!"

Chi Rong held the egg with his right hand, tapped it lightly on the edge of the bowl, opened and closed his fingers, and the egg white and yolk slipped into the bowl.

Wu Qingzhi thinks Chi Rong is really cute.

Other people's wives showed off their beautiful clothes, while his wife showed off to him the skill of cracking eggs.

Wu Qingzhi couldn't help but said with a smile: "It's really amazing, I can't crack eggs with one hand."

Chi Rong became even more proud, whipping the stuffing with his chopsticks quickly, and the stuffing was ready in a short while.

Now that the skin and stuffing are ready, all that is left is to make wontons.

Wu Qingzhi remained calm, but stared at the cooks, raising his chin, as if he was in command.

Although he didn't say a word, his eyes already expressed his attitude: there is nothing else to do here, hurry up and leave, don't disturb my husband and wife's game.

The cooks were frightened by the cold eyes, and immediately left the kitchen one after another, and the one who walked last did not forget to close the door silently.

Wu Qingzhi is very satisfied, the idlers and others have all dispersed, and now it is the world of the two of them.

"Chi Rong, I'll make wontons with you." Wu Qingzhi said softly.

But how can he make wontons!
Wu Qingzhi stayed abroad in England when he was young, and he learned his food from the locals. He bought ready-made bread and fried fish steaks. These are all his culinary skills.

Wu Qingzhi wanted to fight because he didn't want to waste this opportunity of intimacy.

Chi Rong's cooking skills were stolen from Aunt Chen, the cook of Chi's family. Making wontons is as easy as folding paper. With a few movements of the hands, a wonton like a boat is made.

Although Wu Qingzhi's cooking skills are not good, but a mere wonton, no matter how bad it is, it will not be out of shape, but he still deliberately wrapped a wonton with no filling, insisting on showing Chi Rong's eyes: "Chi Rong, I can't."

Chi Rong looked at the wontons in disgust, then at Wu Qingzhi: "Don't waste food."

After being scolded softly by her, Wu Qingzhi was even more unyielding: "Then teach me yourself."

Chi Rong couldn't hold him back, so he could only hold his hand and teach him step by step.

Don't put too much stuffing, hold Wu Qingzhi's hand and use chopsticks to skim off the excess stuffing.

Isn't the skin easy to pinch, and he folded the corners of the wonton skin with Wu Qingzhi's hands together.

It's just wrapped in a wonton, but it's inseparable, inseparable.

The two of them were chattering, but it was Wu Qingzhi who made a hindrance, always deliberately wanting to have some skin-to-skin relationship.

Chi Rong had no further thoughts, and unintentionally fulfilled his wish.

After wrapping the two plates of wontons, let's cook them in the pot. It's already getting dark.

Wu Qingzhi and Chi Rong sat opposite each other in the restaurant on the first floor, each with a bowl of clear soup wonton in front of them.

Pick up one, if it is oddly shaped, it is Wu Qingzhi's work.

Chi Rong was very emotional: "Not bad, not bad, it's the first time I learned how to make wontons, at least the stuffing will be exposed before cooking, it is worthy of praise."

Chi Rong didn't know that Wu Qingzhi did it on purpose, but she sighed sincerely, Wu Qingzhi couldn't expose it, so she could only look at her with a smile on her face.

Wu Qingzhi swallowed the wontons slowly, the taste of salt was a little lighter, and the soup was also plain, tasteless.

"Chi Rong, your cooking is really delicious."

Wu Qingzhi said.

There is little salt in the stuffing, and there is no dried shrimp in the soup to enhance the freshness. Wu Qingzhi knows why.

It's just that Chi Rong was afraid that he would not be able to eat meat during his illness, and dried shrimps are seafood, which is not conducive to recovery.

"Really, it's delicious and I'll make it for you next time. I think you can't swallow the usual stir-fried vegetables, so these soups are naturally easier to swallow," Chi Rong was panting after being burned by the hot wontons, eyes Tears welled up in his eyes, "Well - next time I'll try another stuffing for you!"

Wu Qingzhi reached out and wiped the corner of her eyes: "Chi Rong, are you serious?"

"The people of Lao Chi's family keep their word!"

He swallowed a mouthful of the bland hot soup: "Then I'll wait for this next time."