Under one person: I will add money to become a layman, working from 9 to 5

As far as we can see, Qu Tong put down the red wine and then went back to the kitchen to busy herself with the last dish.

After a while, Qu Tong served out the last dish, and this dinner that belonged exclusively to the two of them was finally completed under Qu Tong's skillful hands.

Zhou Fengliu glanced at the home-cooked dishes on the table.

Nine turns of the large intestine.

Nourishing pigeon soup.

Small black sauce abalone...

Qu Tong made these dishes...

Whether they taste good or not is another matter, but they are all quite interesting.

The two of them sat down, and Qu Tong picked up the chopsticks without hesitation and put a piece of nine-turn large intestine to Zhou Fengliu's mouth:

"Come on, Mr. Jay... you're welcome to try my cooking."

Zhou Fengliu looked at the delicious Nine-Turn Large Intestine in front of him, and some scenes of conspiracy came to his mind.

Qu Tong wouldn't deliberately preserve the original flavor of the ingredients, right?

Zhou Fengliu had some doubts in his heart.

At this moment, he was facing the large intestine, as if he was betting on whether there were bullets in Qu Tong's gun.

To eat or not to eat?

These are two options.

Under Qu Tong's gaze, Zhou Fengliu chose the third option between eating and not eating.

Like eating!

What does "Ru Chi" mean?

Just like I eat!

From what we could see, Zhou Fengliu controlled the airflow to create slight vibrations between Qu Tong's chopsticks, causing the piece of large intestine to separate from the chopsticks and roll along the table to the ground, completing a process of eating!

"Oops... Sorry, Jay, I didn't hold it firmly."

Qu Tong subconsciously wanted to feed Zhou Fengliu another piece, but Zhou Fengliu predicted it in advance and sent a piece of Nine-Turn Large Intestine in front of Qu Tong.

"President Qu, it's okay. It's okay if it falls off. You've worked so hard for so long, you must be exhausted. Come... I'll feed you."

Hearing Zhou Fengliu's words, Qu Tong was stunned at first. Looking at Zhou Fengliu who was somewhat gentle in front of her, she didn't think too much and accepted what Zhou Fengliu fed her naturally.

As Qu Tong chewed the food between her teeth, a special flavor unique to the large intestine was revealed between the three flavors of sweet, fresh and salty.

This large intestine...

Not right.

There is something wrong with 12 out of 10 points!

Qu Tong felt that the intestine tasted a little strange. She frowned and then spit out the intestine.

"What's going on? Why does it taste weird?"

Hearing Qu Tong's question, Zhou Fengliu also asked calmly:

"Hey, President Qu, did you wash your large intestine carefully?"

"Washed? Of course I washed it. The outside is very clean." Qu Tong replied.

"Where's it?"

"in..."

Qu Tong suddenly realized something. She originally thought that these were all processed ingredients and they only needed to be washed a little...

Now, looking at the results...

sloppy.

Zhou Fengliu's emergency escape was successful this time, but the one who suffered was Sister Ma.

It's like a boomerang that hits you on the head before it even spins out.

After Qu Tong realized what the problem was, he threw the Nine-Turn Large Intestine into the trash can with the plate, and then pointed at the other dishes on the table and assured:

"Mr. Jay, you can eat something else...there will definitely be no problem with anything else."

Faced with Qu Tong's assurance, Zhou Fengliu found it hard to believe.

He originally thought that Qu Tong was a craftsman, but it turned out that the word "craftsman" only had the word "different person" in it, without any "craftsman" at all...

Looking at the other dishes on the table, Zhou Fengliu really felt that money was hard to earn and shit was hard to eat.

Fortunately, there were no surprises in the next few dishes.

Whether it is the small black juice abalone or the pigeon soup, they are extremely delicious when eaten hot.

...

According to Qu Tong's original design, the two of them drank red wine, accompanied by the melodious and ambiguous music at home, and the candlelight dinner she made for Zhou Fengliu...

Wouldn’t Zhou Fengliu be so angry about this?

However, Zhou Fengliu didn't seem to care about Qu Tong's design.

After all, Zhou Fengliu is allergic to romance.

If it weren't for the Nine-Turn Large Intestine incident just now, he could still cooperate with Qu Tong, but now...if there are really no sugar-coated bullets next, he really has to leave first.

Sugar-coated bullets, he eats...

But if it's a beauty trap or something like that...he really can't handle it at all.

"President Qu, I have a meeting tomorrow morning, so I have to go back and rest. Your cooking skills are very good, and I will come to taste your food next time I have the chance."

As Qu Tong heard Zhou Fengliu say he was leaving, there was no change in her expression.

She didn't even stand up. Looking at Zhou Fengliu preparing to leave, she said slowly:

"Go ahead, go if you want... I spent so much time preparing this table of food, but you didn't even eat a few bites..."

This was a tactic of playing hard to get and retreating in order to advance, which prompted Zhou Fengliu to give her some face and stay to have a bite with her.

However...who is Zhou Fengliu?

That's a lay Buddhist who pays extra money.

Play hard to get?

Retreat to advance?

What does it have to do with him?

If he wants to leave, he will really leave... and never stay.

"President Naqu, see you later."

Zhou Fengliu picked up his clothes on the sofa, said goodbye to Qu Tong and was about to leave.

"?"

Seeing that Zhou Fengliu was really leaving, Qu Tong was stunned.

"No... Jay Chou, are you really leaving..."

She didn't even have time to put on her slippers and walked on the ground barefoot.

Check it out.

She is in a hurry.

She could not be ambiguous about winning over Zhou Fengliu, so she would rather lose face and keep Zhou Fengliu.

After all...she doesn't have much time left.

She was seen hugging Zhou Fengliu's waist with both hands from behind and using both hands at the same time.

As a blue Qi emanated from her body and gradually enveloped Zhou Fengliu, she spoke with a hint of temptation in her voice:

"Mr. Jay, you don't have a house of your own in Beijing, right?"

"If you need it... I happen to have it here. Just don't leave and listen to me for a few words... I can give you whatever you want."

Another round of sugar-coated bullets came over. Although it was tacky, it did work.

After listening to Qu Tong's words, Zhou Fengliu was stunned at first, and then he also expressed his admiration for Sister Ma's understanding.

It would have been nice if it had happened earlier.

Talking about love costs so much money...

...

at the same time.

upstairs.

The Feng siblings, who were still performing the "Overheard" drama, looked at each other when they heard Qu Tong trying to keep Zhou Fengliu with a house in Beijing.

"Sister...you are about to lose your base." Feng Xingtong said to Feng Shayan.

Having witnessed so many "ghost scenes", he naturally knew what the connection between his sister and Zhou Fengliu was...

house...

Taking advantage of the fact that Zhou Fengliu hasn't bought a house yet, they used the tactic of surrounding Zhou Fengliu with houses, making Zhou Fengliu feel that although Feng Shayan is not by his side, Feng Shayan's house is everywhere...

As long as this basic foundation is not broken, no matter how many opposite sexes Zhou Fengliu has around him, Feng Shayan will always have a place in his heart.

but now...

Qu Tong intervened and even wanted to destroy Feng Shayan's base...

Hearing Feng Xingtong talking about the basic situation, "House Sister" Feng Shayan also frowned, and then listened carefully to the conversation below.

She wanted to see...what Qu Tong had to say.

...

Ps: I pray for everything in my daily life, good night and sweet dreams to all my adoptive fathers.