Ten billion wealthy daughters

She was so sleepy that she lay down on the sofa and fell asleep silently.

When she woke up, the plane had already officially taken off, Qing'an went to the bathroom to brush her teeth, washed her face, and became sober.

West had already brought her food from the kitchen, and asked, "How about some pasta?"

Qing'an was really hungry. Hearing that there was something to eat from West, she was immediately happy, but pasta was not her favorite food; the beauty looked at the knife and fork in front of her, thought for a while, and asked, "There is no Chinese food. Is it?"

Before Mingming came, West told her that he was wearing a chef who could cook Chinese food.

Wester looked sadly at the dish of spaghetti that was rejected, touched his chin, and suddenly became melancholy: "That... pasta is... I made it."

Qing'an was picking out a piece of spaghetti to taste, when he heard what he said, her eyes widened.After the two looked at each other for a while, Qing'an finally sucked in the noodles, opened her eyes wide, and looked at West innocently.

After a while, she couldn't help laughing: "Then... this meal is precious."

Even if it is the simplest pasta, it is naturally much more precious if someone else cooks it for you with care.Qing'an didn't think much about it. Respecting the host is a basic social etiquette. Since West made the noodles by herself, she must give face.

"If you don't like it, I'll ask the chef to cook Chinese food for you." After West finished cooking, seeing Qing'an's reaction, she remembered that she seemed to like Chinese food with rich styles and exquisite preparations more than Western food; The Chinese food chef is prepared for Qing'an.

"There is nothing I don't like." Qing'an tasted it, and found that West's craftsmanship is not bad, and the noodles are cooked just right. "I'm used to eating Chinese food, and I'm actually very used to Western food."

When I was in France, I still ate French food most of the time. Italy and France are adjacent to each other. Many foods are interoperable, and I do not eat less pasta.

Flying from Hong Kong to Dubai took almost a whole day, nearly ten hours; she looked at the time and found that she had only slept for two hours, and then she had to eat at least one regular meal and a little snack on the plane. When the time comes, let the chef prepare the dinner, so as not to embarrass West.

West saw that Qing'an really had a good appetite. When Qing'an was eating, she was very devoted, and she was a little hungry after waking up. Therefore, although there was no problem with etiquette, her speed was not slow at all, and her expression quite enjoyed.The noodle sauce that West uses seems to be very special, rich and flavorful, Qingan's eyes are filled with the happiness of a foodie—it can't be faked at all.

Such a taster really satisfies the chef who made it, and she doesn't want to do it.

"Would you like something to drink?" West asked, "Wine from French wineries, Spanish sparkling wine, and various fruit wines. Oh, and rice wine from China is also available on the plane."

These things are what Qing'an likes to drink and can drink. There are brandy and the like in his wine cabinet, but they are not suitable for girls to drink.

"No need." Qing'an shook her head, "When I finish eating, um... I'll have a cup of jasmine tea, do you have any?"

"Yes." There are Longjing tea, Tieguanyin tea, and jasmine tea from Huaxia Kingdom... some are for entertaining guests, and some are for drinking when they know Qing'an.

"It's great to have a private jet." Qingan's heart is full of happiness, "Flying around the world, it's amazing."

West smiled: "You can also buy one, the smaller one is not too expensive."

Cong Rong: Thank you to everyone who spends money on reading books, I really appreciate it, and especially thanks to the book friends who have given rewards recently.Lei Xing is Xiao Yun's cousin, I read my previous article, it's all written like this, no problem.