After I died, I became the white moonlight of scumbag A's ex-husband

The hotel configuration is complete, but the quality level cannot be too high.

In order to keep Zong Xi's food safe, Gu Zhijin went to the restaurant kitchen on purpose.

Safety and hygiene are up to standard, but the taste of the dishes is not satisfactory.

In the end, Gu Zhijin reluctantly handed Zong Xi back to Zong Ying who was following him temporarily, rolled up his sleeves, and borrowed the kitchen from the restaurant manager.

This was the first meal he cooked for Zong Xi, and Gu Zhijin was not even willing to rely on others for the selection of raw materials.

He gave a tip to the foreman in the vegetable preparation room, and personally selected the freshest and most tender ingredients from the fresh ingredients he bought that day.

Complementary food for children should be more particular than ordinary recipes. It should have a light taste, a combination of meat and vegetables, and a balanced nutrition. It should not only exercise children's chewing ability, but also ensure easy digestion.

Gu Zhijin looked at the time, fearing that Zong Xi would be hungry after a long delay, so he chose two simple ways.

The sweet potatoes in Country R are in season, and they are also a local specialty.

Gu Zhijin picked out a large, crisp and sweet sweet potato with nice strips, washed it, peeled it and sliced ​​it, put it in a pot and steamed it thoroughly, then crushed it into a puree with a spoon, and put it into the cooked white rice porridge.

Fresh native eggs with mud spots, beat and filter the egg yolk, beat and stir to form a golden egg liquid, stir fry a bowl of broken eggs.Wash all the tofu, pork, cucumber, broccoli, and carrots, cut them into fine pieces, put them in a pot and stir-fry them together, and make a bowl of three-fresh tofu soup with all kinds of flavors and flavors.

Finally, I squeezed a glass of sweet grape juice and put it on the dinner plate and brought it to the restaurant.

In the past, whenever he went back, Hang Jing would cook in person, but the number of times Zong Ying had a peaceful meal was very rare.

He once looked for hundreds of chefs, wanting to imitate Hang Jing's cooking skills to cook him a meal, to taste what he remembered, but later found that he couldn't remember the taste of Hang Jing's dishes at all.

Facing the two simple baby meals in front of him now, Zongying was so emotional that he picked up the spoon and wanted to taste it.

"Crack—"

Gu Zhijin picked up the silver chopsticks on the table and drew them to the back of Zong Ying's hand, knocking off the spoon he was holding.

"I made it for Zong Xi, and you and the child compete for food?"

Zong Xi was so greedy, seeing Zong Ying's actions, he patted the table angrily: "Father, you're so naughty!"

Zong Ying withdrew his hand with a guilty conscience, and said embarrassingly: "I just wanted to try whether it was hot or not, I didn't intend to snatch it..."

Gu Zhijin sneered, and did not expose Zong Ying's excuses.

He pulled Zong Xi who was sitting on the baby chair to the side of his seat, scooped up a spoonful of sweet potato porridge, put it near his mouth and blew, "Hoo hoo, it's not hot, Zong Xi is good, ah──take a big bite !"

"Ah—"

Zong Xi opened his mouth wide in cooperation, and swallowed the spoon in one gulp, his eyes lit up, and he raised his two small arms and twisted his little buttocks.

"Xiangxiang, eat!"

The tenderness in Gu Zhijin's eyes turned into water, and he carefully wiped off the porridge on the corner of Zong Xi's mouth, and asked, "Is it delicious?"

Zong Xi took another big mouthful of bean curd soup, nodded her head with "enen", her eyes almost disappeared from the smile with joy.

While Gu Zhijin was happy in his heart, his usually indifferent eyes were filled with warmth.

Holding the spoon with one hand, the wrist is extremely stable, even if Zong Xi's small hand waved wildly, the spoon in Gu Zhijin's hand would not shake.

He carefully blew a spoonful of porridge until it was warm, just enough for Zong Xi to eat in one gulp, no more and no less.

Zong Xi ate with great interest, her two little feet were wobbly, but in comparison, Gu Zhijin, who was patiently feeding, seemed to be in a better mood.

Looking at this scene, Zong Ying felt sour in his heart.

"Xiao Jin, I haven't eaten yet."

"Crack—"

There was another familiar sound, this time a menu hit Zong Ying's face.

"This is a restaurant. Please feel free to eat whatever Mr. Zong wants."

Zong Ying took off the menu and put it aside without looking at a single page. He stared at the half bowl of tofu soup left on the table, like a wolf that had been hungry for an indeterminate amount of time, his eyes glowing green.

The bit of bean curd soup was not enough for Zong to eat two bites, but when he looked at it, he felt his stomach was on fire.

Gu Zhijin's tofu soup made by himself, even a shredded carrot is better than a gluttonous feast.

Zong Ying swallowed, and finally couldn't control himself, and stretched out his sinful hand towards the small white porcelain bowl

"Zong Ying──"

Gu Zhijin noticed Zong Ying's small movements, and the corners of his eyes couldn't help twitching, and took away the remaining tofu soup, "Can't such a thick menu satisfy you?"

Zong Ying said in a muffled voice, "I don't want those on the menu."

Gu Zhijin: "Why? Do you have a language barrier, can't understand the menu, or you forgot to bring money and can't pay the bill?"

Before Zong Ying could answer, he put the remaining two mouthfuls of bean curd soup into Zong Xi's small mouth, and put the clean empty bowl back on the dining table, "There are professional translators at the front desk. If I don't have money, I can do it." Lend it to you for a period of one week, nine times out and thirteen times out."

Zong Ying was fortunate that he didn't drink water or eat, otherwise it was hard to guarantee that he wouldn't choke himself to death right now.

Gu Zhijin is deliberately trying to piss herself off!

How many languages ​​does he master, will this person not know?

Just how much money can be eaten for a meal in this small dilapidated hotel, even if you order all the menus, it is not enough for him to open a bottle of wine normally.

Nine out and thirteen back!

Gu Zhijin is a designer, since when did he work part-time in the loan business, and the interest rate is still high, he knows how many industries he has been involved in without telling himself before!

Zong Ying clutched his shattered little heart and looked at the two empty bowls on the table. The brat ate it cleaner than he licked it, and there wasn't even a shredded cucumber left for him!

As the saying goes, feed the boy, starve me to death!

Don't deceive me!

A certain old father surnamed Zong who was pissed off by his own son glanced in the direction of the kitchen, but he hadn't given up yet.

"Xiao Jin, you've been in the kitchen for so long, you can't just make these two small bowls, do you have any left..."

Gu Zhijin didn't even bother to give Zong Ying any spare time, he only had Zong Xi in his eyes at the moment, and he knew what Zong Ying was thinking.

There was indeed a lot of sweet potato porridge left in the kitchen, but he didn't want to share any of it with Zongying.

"There are some leftovers, but there is only one bowl, and I keep it for myself. Why, you want to grab it again?"

Want it?

want to!

but dare not

ruthless!

Zong Ying touched a hard nail, touched his nose, and stopped talking.

He flipped through the menu boredly, and was almost vomited blood by the warm picture of a loving father and filial son on the other side of the table.

Zong Xi even kissed Gu Zhijin's face with his mouth full of grape juice!

Zong Ying's face was livid, this brat was born to anger him!

After Zong Xi finished his meal, Gu Zhijin called the waiter and brought out the set meal he ordered earlier and a bowl of steaming sweet potato porridge.

Zongying looked helplessly at the two people on the opposite side, the young one was hiccupping after eating and drinking, and the big one was eating porridge and vegetables slowly, and no one had time to pay attention to him, so he was very lonely.

At some point, the number of people in the restaurant gradually increased.

Gu Zhijin looked around, in the restaurant of the hotel in country R, ​​suddenly there were many faces of Hua Guo, and after thinking about it for a while, he guessed that these were crew members who had just returned to the hotel after their daytime work.

Zongying's face is not well known in country R, ​​but once the people of Hua country notice it, his identity will be revealed soon.

Especially in the well-informed entertainment industry.

Sure enough, after a while, people frequently cast their eyes on Zong Ying's side.

Zong Ying's attention was still on the sweet potato porridge that he could see but couldn't eat, and he didn't notice the whispers around him at all, until a man in a suit with a medium appearance but an elegant temperament came over.

"Excuse me, may I ask, is this Mr. Zong?"

Zong Ying raised his head subconsciously, and glanced at the man in front of him. He looked familiar, but he couldn't remember it.

"you are?"

Qiu Qi handed over his business card and introduced himself: "Mr. Zong, I am Qiu Qi, a manager of Orange Light Entertainment."

Zong Ying took the business card, glanced at it, and finally remembered.

"Qiu Qi, I know you, Qiu Shu's younger brother."

The Qiu family in the Hong Kong city was not very clean in the early years. In the past ten years or so, it has been laundered and landed by investing in the film and television cultural industry.

The president of Orange Light Entertainment is Qiu Shu, who is currently in charge of the Qiu family. Qiu Qi is his younger brother. One is in charge of the company's external development, and the other is in charge of internal artist management. They cooperate tacitly and cooperate harmoniously.

Lin Yushu once starred in a movie produced by Orange Light Entertainment. Zong Ying met Qiu Shu a few times because of the film's capital injection. Qiu Qi looked very similar to his elder brother.

"What's up?"

Zong Ying has a physical aversion to this dark history, so he is also very cold towards Qiu Qi.

"It's nothing, I'm just surprised to see Mr. Zong here, come over to say hello, I hope I didn't disturb you."

While exchanging greetings with Zong Ying, Qiu Qi paid attention to Gu Zhijin who was eating porridge by himself.

This young man is very strange.

Normally, Qiu Qi would only notice Gu Zhijin's superior appearance, but at this moment, he only knew that the one sticking to this young man was the most precious young master of the clan!

Qiu Qi has been in the entertainment industry for a long time, and he still has professional instincts to pay attention to people with superior appearance.

For someone like Gu Zhijin, even if he just saw a profile, Qiu Qi would definitely be impressed.

He is very confident that this person is definitely not the nephew of the Zong family.

Could it be Zong Ying's... new love?

But this person is completely different from Zong Ying's partner Hang Jing, and even more so different from his former lover Lin Yushu.

Yes, Qiu Qi decided that Lin Yushu was Zong Ying's little lover.

Others don't know, but Qiu Qi is clear in his heart, Zong Ying personally went to Qiu Shu for Lin Yushu, and spent real money in Orange Light several times.

There is a beautiful wife in the family, and a beautiful concubine outside. Such a person will change his mind just because his wife died?

Qiu Qi didn't believe it...

But since Lin Yushu's contract expired and he changed to Wanxing Entertainment, Orange Light hasn't received Qiansheng's investment for a long time.

His eldest brother Qiu Shu planned to give Zong Ying a gift several times, but was rejected.

It turned out that it was not that they refused to accept it, but that their tastes had changed.

Qiu Qi deeply imprinted Gu Zhijin's appearance in his mind.

He intuited that he had found his way, returned to the main plot, and started to do things!