After both of them reached their wishes, Zhao Sanjin refused Wei Xian's invitation to lunch and directly returned to Shengshi international with Maserati. Joking, he just ate so much at the roadside stall and ate it again. He really fed it as a pig?

On the way back to Shengshi international, Zhao Sanjin thought to himself, is the future of Huanyu Group really unlimited? Why do we all strive so hard to take root in it?

Despite this point, Zhao Sanjin has to clarify a fact for himself, that is, the reason why he wants Liu Yingying to hand over Li Zhiling and Yao Qianyu as secretaries is not to take advantage of small advantages. More importantly, Zhao Sanjin believes that Li Zhiling and Yao Qianyu are in hand, We will be able to better investigate and deal with the whereabouts of the evil wind and Shangguan Wan'er.

Of course, the beauty is in the arms, the company is in the hands, and life must be happy. Isn't this a happy life?

As it was just after the afternoon, when Zhao Sanjin returned home, even Aunt Liu didn't know where to go. It was estimated that she went out to buy vegetables. It was just right. Zhao Sanjin was happy to be free alone.

Directly back to Liu Yingying's bedroom, Zhao Sanjin sorted out his floor, then sat cross legged and began to quietly break through his strength.

For such a long time, after Zhao Sanjin's strength rose one after another after taking the "ten incense life renewal pill", he has been busy these days. Otherwise, he has no time to show his face with Liu Yingying.

Zhao Sanjin was worried that his kung fu would be abandoned if it was abandoned.

It happens that everyone is not at home today. If you don't make good use of this time, Zhao Sanjin has to worry that Zhao Dengxian will get up from the ground to educate himself.

With the demon refining pot in hand, a steady stream of Xuanjin rolled into Zhao Sanjin's body. With the help of Xuanjin's strength, Zhao Sanjin gave himself a systemic walk.

Practice silently for three or four hours until the sound of the door opening reached Zhao Sanjin's ears, which woke Zhao Sanjin up. After looking at the time on the mobile phone, it was already dusk. I think Aunt Liu came back.

Generally, at this time, Aunt Liu has to start preparing dinner. However, at the thought of the word dinner, Zhao Sanjin has a strange idea in his mind.

Push open the door of the bedroom and watch Aunt Liu sitting in the living room picking vegetables while watching the TV play. Zhao Sanjin warmly welcomed her and took the initiative to sit next to Aunt Liu and accompany Aunt Liu to pick vegetables.

Zhao Sanjin's sudden move made Aunt Liu unable to return for a long time. Even if she held it until the end, she could only ask, "Mr. Zhao came back so early today!"

"It's all right to be idle. Naturally, I'll come back." Zhao Sanjin smiled and picked vegetables faster in her hand, so that in the end, Aunt Liu didn't know what she wanted to do. She couldn't help but cry and laugh and asked, "Zhao Sanjin is so diligent today. What are you going to do?"

"Cough..." Zhao Sankin said with an embarrassed smile, "I want to discuss something with Aunt Liu."

"What?" Aunt Liu Leng thought there was something wrong with her ear. Muna asked, "what's the matter between Mr. Zhao and me? What's the matter? Zhao Sanjin told me directly. Where else needs to be discussed!"

"Hey, hey!" Zhao Sankin felt his head awkwardly and said with some embarrassment, "in fact, it's no big deal. I just want Aunt Liu to have a rest today. I'll just cook this dinner."

"You?" Aunt Liu suddenly had a feeling that the sun came out in the West. She was stunned and asked, "can Mr. Zhao cook?"

For Aunt Liu, the people who can be brought home by Liu YingYing and live for so long must be her friends. Which of Liu Yingying's friends is not either rich or expensive? For cooking, Aunt Liu knows that she won't do it.

"Should... Will..." Zhao Sanjin felt his head awkwardly. He was really a little uncertain about cooking.

In the past, when he was in the army, Zhao Sanjin was not a cook. Let alone cook, he could count the opportunities to pass the cooking class with one hand. Even if he came back from retirement, Zhao Sanjin had never started a fire in his own home.

The only thing that can be said is that it was only in the more than ten years before Zhao Sanjin became a soldier. Indeed, since Zhao Sanjin was able to do things, Zhao Sanjin has been cooking for Zhao Dengxian.

Don't say, the craft at that time was really good. Anyway, Zhao Dengxian likes to eat. As for now, Zhao Sanjin can't really say it.

"What's the matter with Mr. Zhao?" it's just the so-called "going to the three treasures hall without anything". The idea of cooking suddenly comes up like Zhao Sanjin, who must belong to the kind of person who pays attention to nothing.

"Just cook a meal." Zhao Sanjin looked at Aunt Liu strangely and asked, "what can I do?"

"Then why do you suddenly think of cooking? Isn't this robbing me of my job?" Aunt Liu looked at Zhao Sanjin with a dull face. The red fruit's eyes seemed to be looking at a fool, so she had to make up for the fact that she was full? Nothing!

"I..." Zhao Sanjin was petrified in situ. He felt bitter and could not tell. It was really his mother's sour and cool.

Zhao Sanjin wondered that he had nothing to do but cook a meal. Why do he have to need a reason? Moreover, if you really want a reason, Zhao Sanjin really has one!

Quickly ran to the kitchen and looked at Aunt Liu who had begun to prepare meat. As soon as Zhao Sanjin was ready to speak, he saw Aunt Liu suddenly raise her head, waving a kitchen knife in her hand, staring at Zhao Sanjin and saying, "is Mr. Zhao still busy?"

"Yes." Zhao Sanjin pointed Aunt Liu's hand at her kitchen knife and gently leaned to the side for two points. Then he patted his chest. He said with a frightened face: "I'm going back to my hometown tomorrow, so I want to make a dinner for president Liu to thank her for her hospitality for so long."

Zhao Sanjin's words were so eloquent that Aunt Liu couldn't help crying.

However, the good times didn't last long. Just when Zhao Sanjin thought he could control the kitchen, Aunt Liu's hand shook violently. A sharp kitchen knife suddenly shook Zhao Sanjin's chest and asked, "won't Mr. Zhao come back when he returns to his hometown?"

"Yes!" Zhao Sanjin replied with a puzzled face, "what's Aunt Liu doing asking this question?"

"If you want to come back, I'll do it!" Aunt Liu nodded gently after hearing Zhao Sanjin's answer, and then closed a glass door between the kitchen and the dining room without giving Zhao Sanjin any face.

"I rely on..." Zhao Sanjin wondered. He just wanted to cook dinner. Why is it so difficult?

Zhao Sanjin, who had a dull face, could only go back to the living room bored and look at the evening new article being broadcast on TV. It looked like the anchor who played a lullaby in less than ten minutes. He directly hypnotized Zhao Sanjin.

At the same time, Aunt Liu in the kitchen called Liu Yingying's mobile phone directly and told Liu Yingying about Zhao Sanjin's abnormal behavior today.

"It's all right, Aunt Liu, let him do it." this is Liu Yingying's last sentence before hanging up the phone.

"Let him do it?" holding the mobile phone in her hand, Aunt Liu obviously didn't return to her mind. However, in the end, she could only reluctantly shake her head and muttered to herself: "I really don't understand what these young people think. At first glance, Mr. Zhao doesn't know how to cook, and I don't know if she can eat dinner?"

"Mr. Zhao..." Aunt Liu patted Zhao Sanjin, who had fallen asleep, and shouted, "Mr. Zhao, I've prepared the materials for dinner. Aren't you going to do it? Go quickly!"

"Ah?" just slept for less than ten minutes, Zhao Sanjin's head was obviously a little confused. It took a while to get back to his senses and said with a smile: "OK, I know."

Standing on the edge of the kitchen stove, Zhao Sanjin looked at the two meat, two vegetables and one soup eaten for ordinary dinner. Unexpectedly, it was scattered all over the stove. Zhao Sanjin immediately had an impulse to regret saying this sentence.

"Gulu..." Zhao Sankin swallowed a mouthful of saliva, picked up the chicken on the chopping board, put it back, stood in place and looked at it for a while, but he didn't decide which to do first.

"Mr. Zhao, Miss Zhao is going to get off work. Hurry up a little. I'll watch TV." just when Zhao Sanjin was ready to turn her eyes to Aunt Liu for help, Aunt Liu seemed to have made no prediction. She gave Zhao Sanjin a thirty-six plan to go up.

Originally, Aunt Liu was just worried that the dinner made by Zhao Sanjin could not be eaten. Now Liu Yingying has agreed. Aunt Liu has nothing to say, not to mention having such a free time. Of course, Aunt Liu should make good use of it.

"I......" looking at the back of Aunt Liu walking to the living room, Zhao Sanjin suddenly had an impulse to cry without tears.

Zhao Sanjin never dreamed that he had been working for ten years, but what happened? Digging holes everywhere, I accidentally fell into my own pit.

Carefully put on his apron and looked at all kinds of dishes. Zhao Sanjin had to start even if he was very reluctant. As Aunt Liu said, Liu Yingying was about to leave work and couldn't eat hot food at home. Zhao Sanjin didn't dare imagine what would happen to him waiting for his end.

Carefully recall how he conquered Zhao Dengxian by relying on his first-hand cooking skills before he became a soldier a few years ago. However, Zhao Sankin compromised in less than three minutes. It's not because Zhao Sankin can't remember for a long time. The main problem is that how can he have such a rich life in the countryside in recent years?

Take out the mobile phone and want to Baidu, but Zhao Sanjin looks embarrassed. Who makes the mobile phone in his hand not support Baidu?

Zhao Sanjing has decided. When Qingshui village comes back this time, he must exchange himself and Lin Qingqing for a high-end, atmospheric and high-grade mobile phone to play with. He can't use it at the critical moment with such a thing all day. It's really angry!

"Shit... What should I do..."

Standing in the empty kitchen, Zhao Sanjin looked at the dishes that would appear on the daily dinner table in front of him with a tangled face. He bit his teeth. Finally, he had to harden his head and take it for granted to try tonight's dinner according to the ideas in his mind.

The dishes are ordinary domestic dishes. There are two meat dishes, that is, the boneless chicken legs are fried with mushrooms. Therefore, according to the Convention, Zhao Sanjin first put the chicken leg meat into the oil pan and turned it over a few times.

However, the good times didn't last long. The chicken leg took water into the oil pan. The crackling oil pan made Zhao Sanjin suddenly have an impulse to run away. Finally, after thinking for a long time, he covered the pan cover in his head, and then turned over the chicken in the pan.

What makes Zhao Sanjin more want to cry without tears is that after a short time, the chicken leg meat in the oil pot has begun to turn black. This NIMA, Zhao Sanjin immediately wanted to curse his mother.

It was not easy to put the chicken leg on the plate and put a series of side dishes such as mushrooms. Before Zhao Sanjin was happy, the oil droplets splashed on his forehead accurately.

If it hadn't been for the glass lid in his hand, it is estimated that Zhao Sanjin would have thrown it out long ago.

Covering his burning forehead, Zhao Sanjin didn't know how he had survived the days of cooking in the past. Looking back slowly, he was really great at that time!

In short, Zhao Sanjin praised himself and hurriedly added ingredients to the pot. As for Aunt Liu sitting in the living room, she didn't move her fart stock from beginning to end, let alone take the initiative to guide Zhao Sanjin in the kitchen.

"The next step is to stir fry vegetables." Zhao Sanjin looked at the almost prepared food, full of a sense of achievement, but before he could continue to load the vegetables, at the moment when the vegetables were put into the pot, Zhao Sanjin rushed directly to the dining room.

In the oil pan, the crackling sound can be heard. Zhao Sanjin holds the spatula in one hand and the lid in the other hand. The grease on the apron can be scraped off and fried a dish.

"Creak."

The door of the room was opened, and Liu Yingying had arrived home as usual. As soon as he entered the door, he had not had time to change his shoes. He saw Zhao Sanjin pestle in the middle of the dining room, looking at the scene in the kitchen with a dignified face.

That feeling is really like fighting a big war. We must find the enemy's weakness before we can give the other party a fatal blow.

"Pooh..." seeing this scene, Liu Yingying immediately laughed. She really didn't expect that Zhao Sanjin, as a native of the countryside, would even cook such a simple thing as a war.

"Zhao Sanjin, are you all right?" Liu Yingying shouted with a strong smile.

"No... nothing..." Zhao replied without looking back.

After changing her shoes, Liu Yingying returned to her bedroom and changed her pajamas. Then she came out again. Naturally, Aunt Liu turned off the TV in time and came to the kitchen with Liu Yingying.

"Zhao Sanjin, how's it going? Are you ready?" standing in the dining room, Liu Yingying's eyes fell on Zhao Sanjin's back, covering his small mouth and asked.

"OK... OK!" Zhao Sankin swallowed a mouthful of saliva. Looking at the two meat and two vegetables out of the pot, he could only harden his head to the top of the table.

"Poof... What's this?" the chicken was painted with mushrooms. When Zhao Sanjin just brought the dish to the table, Liu Yingying was frightened by the black chicken. After only one look, he directly moved his eyes to the next dish.

"This..." however, Liu Yingying didn't have anything else to say at a glance. However, his smile just couldn't stop.

"Why don't you try it first?" Liu Yingying handed the chopsticks to Zhao Sanjin's hand and said, "it's delicious in the world!"

"I......" Zhao Sanjin felt that he had lived for twenty or thirty years in his life and had never been so embarrassed as today. There was no way. Who made Zhao Sanjin stare at these four dishes for a long time and couldn't hold a word?

"Just taste it!" Zhao Sankin took chopsticks from Liu Yingying's hand, revealing a solemn and stirring expression that I don't go to hell.

It has to be said that although the color of the food cooked by Zhao Sanjin is simply ugly, after all, there are more than ten years of cooking skills there. At least the daily necessities, rice, oil and salt are still quite delicious.

Of course, to measure the quality of a dish, we can't just rely on the relative error of taste and color. At least, there is another key problem, that is, whether it is cooked or not?

His mother, when Zhao Sanjin has not chewed, he has to admit that his taste of this dish is enough, but he chews two times, and Zhao Sanjin spits out at once. He takes a pat on the table with chopsticks. He says embarrassed: "it is not ripe..."

“……”

"Are you invited by a monkey?" Liu Yingying really wanted to greet Zhao Sanjin like this, but after thinking about it, it was a dinner made for herself, so she held back.

"Hey, make do with it." finally, Liu Yingying can only make a helpless compromise, sit on his own work, look at the two meat and two vegetables on the table, and ask, "where's the soup?"

"Soup... Soup." Zhao Sanjin just sat on the bench and didn't cover the heat, so he stood up because of Liu Yingying's sentence, and said with an embarrassed face: "hot... Hot hasn't been done yet."

"Your sister." this time, Liu Yingying really couldn't help it.

Once again, they sat back in their seats, and the three quietly tried each dish. This feeling was always a little strange until Liu Yingying suddenly asked, "no soup, what about the meal?"

"Rice... Rice!" just as Liu Yingying's voice fell, Zhao Sankin stood up again. His red face was like a little girl, "shyly replied," rice, rice seems to have forgotten to cook... "

"Fuck you." Liu Yingying patted his chopsticks on the table, stood up, took out his mobile phone and said, "where are you cooking dinner? You obviously don't want us to have dinner. Forget it, order takeout!"

Liu Yingying can stand Zhao Sanjin's "superb" cooking without making any comments. Even without soup, Liu Yingying can make do with it. However, you fucking tell me, with these disgusting dishes, is it really what dinner should be like?

Zhao Sanjin stood in place with an embarrassed face and looked at the kitchen as if he had just experienced a century war. Zhao Sanjin couldn't imagine whether Liu Yingying would directly abandon himself after seeing this scene.

He ran bitterly to the bedroom. Zhao Sanjin felt that at this critical moment, he still had thirty-six plans. If he stayed here, something would happen sooner or later.

Similarly, after ordering good takeout, Liu Yingying sat down on the sofa, changed two tables, looked at his closed bedroom door, and Liu Yingying's anger dissipated more than half.

"Aunt Liu, go and clean up the dishes and chopsticks. Just pour them directly." since you can't eat, you let the food be placed on the table. It looks really uncomfortable.

"OK." Aunt Liu went directly to the kitchen, and then there was a scream. She stood at the gate of the kitchen and didn't dare to go in for a long time.

Aunt Liu's cry attracted Liu Yingying. Looking at the kitchen that can hardly be called a kitchen, Liu Yingying immediately gave full play to the word "roar of the lion in the east of the river": "Zhao, San, Jin!"

Zhao Sanjin, who was lying in the bedroom, was immediately frightened by such a startling cry. He swallowed his saliva in the middle of his throat and coughed for a long time. Only then did he barely breathe.

"What's the matter, Mr. Liu?" rushed to the gate of the kitchen. Zhao Sankin immediately said something bad. As soon as the voice fell, he was ready to turn and leave.

"Come back." at the moment, Liu Yingying seems to be a real female man. She grabbed Zhao Sanjin's back and pulled Zhao Sanjin back to the door of the kitchen. Pointing to the kitchen with vegetable leaves in the sky and on the ground, she said impolitely: "I limit you to restore the kitchen after dinner. Otherwise, you can come to the kitchen to sleep today."

"Gollum."

Zhao Sanjin looked at Liu Yingying with a frightened face. His head was like a chicken pecking rice. She was crazy. Looking at Aunt Liu, she wanted to laugh and didn't dare to laugh. As the saying goes, if heaven does evil, she can still live. She can't live. Zhao Sanjin belongs to typical self evil.

Fortunately, the takeout was delivered soon. After swallowing it, Zhao Sanjin directly started the cleaning trip. For a whole hour, Zhao Sanjin restored the whole kitchen to its original appearance.

After wiping a handful of sweat beads on his forehead, Zhao Sanjin can swear by the lamp. Later, when he cooks in his mother's house, Zhao Sanjin will chop his hands.

Back in the bedroom, Zhao sanki sat down on the floor, kneaded his painful shoulder, and directly fell into bed to sleep.

"Are you going back to Qingshui village tomorrow?" Liu Yingying's eyes fell on Zhao Sanjin from time to time. Looking at Zhao Sanjin, who was tired into a dog, he forced himself to smile and asked, "what's the matter?"

In fact, Liu Yingying shouldn't have bothered about Zhao Sanjin's sudden meeting with Qingshui village, but I don't know why. Liu Yingying feels that now Zhao Sanjin's work, company and income have been solved. It seems that it's time to go back and pick up Lin Qingqing for happiness.

"It's no big deal, mainly because there is a doctor in the town. I want to invite her to the company as a pharmacist." Zhao Sanjin is not as complicated as Liu Yingying thought, so he replied casually without paying any attention.

"Is that it?" Liu Yingying's heart was still a little worried, so he asked again, "don't you plan to take your daughter-in-law who hasn't passed the door to Jianghai city?"

"Why do you pick her up?" Zhao Sanjin looked at Liu Yingying, who was a little nervous, and said faintly: "although the company has improved, it still starts. It's better to wait for a while to pick up Qingqing. Now it's better to continue to rub rice in your house."

"Oh!" Liu Yingying's heart finally breathed a long sigh of relief. Then he shrank into the quilt and said softly, "turn off the lights and go to bed. Good night."

"Good night!" Zhao Sankin looked at Liu Yingying angrily. He didn't see how tired he was. He even had to turn off the lights himself.

Of course, in the end, Zhao Sanjin turned off the light

Early the next morning, after breakfast, Zhao Sanjin rushed directly to Qingshui village