The eldest daughter is committing suicide, and the marriage partner comes to redeem her

The man's tone was helpless yet doting.

The eldest lady's emotions were always expressed very clearly. Her eyebrows curved and a smile appeared on her face in an instant.

"That's pretty much it."

If mixing a salad is something that requires no technical skills, just chop and mix, then frying a steak requires some skills. You may accidentally overcook it or undercook it.

Obviously, Pei Zigui's steak looks good. The medium-rare steak is fried to perfection, and the seal is the perfect Maillard effect.

The meat is tender and fresh, giving you endless satisfaction.

The little fox's eyes lit up after being rubbed.

"Pei Zigui, is this really your first time frying? It's delicious!"

I have to say that the psychological pleasure gained from being praised by my wife is incomparable to anything else. A simple sentence gives enough emotional value.

Pei Zigui couldn't hide the smile in his eyes, and even his tone of voice became lighter: "Don't be too exaggerated."

This time it was not an exaggeration. Jiang Ruoli felt that the taste of this steak was no different from the extremely expensive steak she ordered in the restaurant.

"I didn't say nice things to please you."

"If you go bankrupt in the future, you can still open a restaurant to support me."

As Jiang Ruoli spoke, he picked out the carrots and prepared to throw them to Pei Zigui as usual.

But at the last step, he pressed down the chopsticks.

Pei Zigui frowned and reminded in a deep voice: "Lili, don't be picky about food."

In the past, he would spoil Jiang Ruoli and he would eat whatever he was given. But he still wanted to change Jiang Ruoli's bad habit of being picky about food.

Jiang Ruoli on the opposite side frowned and continued to push the carrot aside.

"I don't like it. It has a weird smell."

“It’s good for your health.”

"I am healthy!"

Pei Zigui put down his chopsticks, as if he had thought of something, a hint of teasing flashed across his eyes, he leaned back in his chair with his arms around his chest, and said:

"In good health? Who is the one who keeps complaining about being tired?"

Thinking of certain scenes, Jiang Ruoli was speechless for a moment, "You...how can that be the same?"

How come this man can always relate to that? Besides, with his physique and frequency, how many people can keep up?

"I don't eat it anyway, if you like, eat more."

"Studies have shown that eating too many carrots can turn your skin yellow, but I don't want that."

"Besides, I can get the nutrients in carrots from other places! I didn't force you to eat something you don't like."

She is so sharp-tongued that I can't argue with her. But she just can't bear to say harsh words.

Pei Zigui sighed and stood up.

"You, what are you doing? Are you trying to force it on me? I won't do it!"

Jiang Ruoli covered his mouth with his hands, looking defensive.

But Pei Zigui didn't come over, instead he went back to the kitchen.

Not long after, he brought out a glass of orange-red juice.

"what is this?"

Pei Zigui didn't answer, but put the glass of juice into Jiang Ruoli's hand and said, "Would you like to try it?"

Jiang Ruoli put it under his nose and smelled it. There were so many smells that he couldn't tell which was which.

"You don't want to poison your own wife, do you?"

"..."

Sometimes I really want to open Jiang Ruoli’s brain and see what’s inside. How can he have so many weird ideas in just one second?

Pei Zigui simply took the juice back, took a sip, and put it to Jiang Ruoli's lips again.

"Open your mouth. Freshly squeezed fruit and vegetable juice won't kill you."

Jiang Ruoli opened her mouth tentatively, and the juice soaked her lips. She licked it subconsciously and it seemed not bad.

So she took a sip from Pei Zigui's hand. The bitter and unpleasant taste she had expected did not appear, and there was not even a slight aftertaste.

Pei Zigui seemed to have combined several kinds of fruits and vegetables, mixed with carrots, and the juice squeezed out was unexpectedly sweet.

Most importantly, it covered up the carrot smell that she hated the most.

Seeing the little girl's expression, Pei Zigui said in a clear voice: "Since you think it's good, drink it up."

The glass returned to Jiang Ruoli's hand. Without any resistance, she quickly drank up the glass of fruit and vegetable juice.

The smile in the man's eyes grew even wider.

"By the way, you have to go to my house tomorrow, didn't you forget?"

Pei Zigui raised his eyes and said calmly: "Do you think Assistant Mo's high salary is just for show? He has already reminded me today."

Jiang Ruoli groaned: "If there is no Mote to help, you will not be at ease?"

There was a flash of helplessness in Pei Zigui's eyes. It seemed that he was acting up again after having eaten and drunk his fill.

He held the person on his lap, pinched the woman's small, round earlobe, and spoke in a gentle voice.

"The things have been prepared a long time ago. Do you think I took it to heart, huh?"

Jiang Ruoli pouted proudly, "That's what I should do. You're going to my house tomorrow. Don't give me those jewels. My mother won't like them. Just give them to me, hehe."

"This is Master Bai's original work. I think it will please my mother."

Jiang Ruoli's pupils trembled when he heard this, and he exclaimed, "Master Bai Yu'an's ink painting? Where did you get it?"

The strength in his hands increased slightly, his earlobe gradually turned red, and undercurrents surged in the man's black eyes.

“I bought it by chance at an auction overseas.”

It was just a casual remark, but Jiang Ruoli knew that it was not easy to take a picture of Master Bai's authentic works.

"My mother must be very happy." She twisted her body and tried to get down.

Pei Zigui grabbed the woman's restless waist and said in a low, hoarse voice, "Are you full?"

The little girl nodded in confusion, "I'm full, let me go."

"I'm full, it's my turn."

The lights in the restaurant were shaking. The woman was held tightly in strong arms, and her tears were about to fall.

"Baby, don't cry."

The bony fingers wiped the pearls at the corners of the eyes.

"Change place, the table is too hard."

The man with a satisfied look on his face sighed, picked up the delicate girl in his arms, and walked in another direction.

The bathroom was filled with steam, and a string of Buddhist beads was quietly placed on the washbasin.

The sound of running water could not hide the soft and sweet voice of the woman.

"You again..."

In the end, Pei Zigui couldn't bear to do it, so he tried another way.

"Are you okay? My hands are so sore."

This time, Jiang Ruoli's hands were really sore.

It seems that we really cannot lie so casually. If I had known this earlier, I would have copied the Buddhist scriptures twice.

As the night deepened, the man finally carried the crying little girl back to the bedroom.

"Be good, go to sleep."

……

……

Mrs. Jiang likes simple and elegant things, so Jiang Ruoli specially picked out a cheongsam to meet her.

She didn't usually wear this style, and she had this cheongsam custom-made on a whim when she went to a famous handicraft shop with Shen Zhiyan one day. After wearing it twice, she threw it into the cloakroom to collect dust and never took it out again.

The plain white cheongsam has a white jade tassel at the collar, and is hand-tailored to the body, showing off the woman's figure perfectly.

The slit design doesn't reveal anything, but it brings out the beauty of wanting to resist but also to welcome to the fullest.

Jiang Ruoli specially tied up her long curly hair and put it in a bun, looking like a lady from ancient times.

However, before he could last three seconds, an accident occurred.

"Pei Zigui!!"

The man outside the cloakroom's eyebrows jumped, he threw away the financial magazine in his hand and rushed in.