Yu Zhiming proudly put his face to Qiao Yibo to show off the skin care effect of the Artemisia aphrodisiac.

He also said: "Once Miss Xia stepped on our Mr. Chi, and it was broken. It was enough to wipe it. Well, Chi Shao vomited once. Miss Xia asked him to smell this smell and he stopped vomiting."

The last slap in his thigh: "The most amazing thing is Jing Hanyan! The blade on his neck is almost too late to see, but it was like this at the beginning."

Yu Zhiming slid on his phone and stuffed it under Professor Jing's nose:

"Look at it, how pitiful. Jing Hanyan always hoped that this scar would not be gone, so he would not worry about it, so he applied this medicine every day, and now, he really can't tell it."

Professor Jing was a little stunned.

Yes, he also wondered why Jing Hanyan's blade was so smooth, as if he had never had surgery, so that's how it was!

Qiao Yibo looked directly at Jing Sangcheng and started to say, "Old Jing, I won't go back to the factory in Shashi today. I'll stay here for a few days."

Jing Sangcheng: "Ah, so am I! That, cooking, Han Yan, don't you put noodles? Han Yan, come out and put a bowl of noodles for us."

Yu Zhiming looked into the kitchen and said with great anticipation: "Ms. Xia hasn't cooked rice? Miss Xia is here, what noodles are cooking? Her skills are the first-class!"

Qiao Yibo raised his chin and said, "Go and invite me! I can move Miss Xia out. Even if I don't cook, just sit down. I'll give you a red envelope!"

"Ah... Mr. Qiao, look at what you said, you don't need a red envelope, but Miss Xia is a little strange today. She usually takes good care of customers. I'll go see her!"

Yu Zhiming, a silly man, knows nothing, but the word "eating" is enough to make him bravely do many things.

He leaned his head and shouted to the kitchen:

"Miss Xia, Miss Xia? What to cook for dinner? I'll help you burn the fire."

Xia Zhe came out of the room only then.

Looking at Yu Zhiming's food-hungry face, she said angrily:

"I just know how to eat! I'm not here, you guys are living a good life, I haven't seen you go hungry."

Yu Zhiming clasped his hands together and smiled:

"Isn't this you are back? You cooked so delicious. I'm really worried about it. Let's cook, please!"

"I know, I know." Xia Zhi looked out: "But, that person, won't he leave?"

"who?"

"That person."

"You mean Professor Jing or Mr. Qiao?"

Xia Zhi couldn't help but glared at him with contempt: "Oh, you are really stupid. I really don't know why Chi Cheng used you. Can't even guess this?"

Yu Zhiming counted his fingers to Xia Zhi:

"Oh, ancestors, are you talking about Mr. Qiao? His surname is Qiao! His name is Qiao Yibo. He is a big shot in the national manufacturing industry of Chinese patent medicines, the leader of the business world in Beijing, and the member of the highest congress of the people. The most important thing is that he has a lot of money. If he can come here, don't you think it's bright? Why did you become that person and that person when you get to your mouth?"

Xia Zhi raised his chin: "So what? Does it have anything to do with me?"

"Uh..." Yu Zhiming opened his mouth: "That's right! It has nothing to do with you, but..."

"But what, but, as long as it has nothing to do with me, why should I cook for him? He is here, I won't cook. If you think of a way to let him go, I will cook a table of vegetables for you to eat. Haven't you seen me kill the pheasant? Look, what a fat chicken, fresh mushrooms, thorny dragon buds, this kind of wild game is not common!"

"this……"

This made Yu Zhiming stumped.

Mr. Qiao just said that if Xia Zhi could go out and sit, he would give him a red envelope. This Xia Zhi said so again.

You can do not have red envelopes, but he cannot resist the temptation of eating them.

Yu Zhiming's mind has been active, but he just feels it's hard to speak:

"Ms. Xia, I have business dealings with Mr. Chi. How can I let me leave? Otherwise, if you think of a way to let him leave, I will help you execute it. You know, I will execute it quite well."

"Yeah, that's fine." Xia Zhi scratched his chin and thought for a long time:

"You said that he is used to living a good life, so he should be more particular, right? He shouldn't eat smelly things. You open the marinade jar of pickled stinky tofu under the cooking table and take them out and put them under his feet!"

Yu Zhiming was amused and crying: "Are you sure you want to do this? Why are you? You can't stand him so much?"

"Stop it. Just tell me if you do it, right?"

"……Dry!"

"Okay! Pay attention to the direction of the wind and don't destroy yourself."

"That won't be, I like stinky tofu the most."

"You still like this thing the most? I've never seen you have any food you don't like."

"That's because you cook it well, I won't eat other people's."

The two of them carried the bar and lifted the marinade jar under the cooking table together.

Until the door, Xia Zhi held a chicken in his hand and raised his chin towards Yu Zhiming.

Yu Zhiming moved the jar out with a brave face: "Get back, let go, I will help Miss Xia wash the jar. It smells a little. If you don't like to smell it, leave quickly..."

So, the small yard was filled with a smell of mud.

Professor Jing covered his nose: "Oh, this smell..."

Jing Hanyan covered his nose: "Zhiming, don't put it here, take it a little bit."

Qiao Yibo covered his nose: "It's a bit rushing. But if you carefully distinguish it, you can smell the changes in the fermentation process of food. There is even a molecular formula floating in front of me..."

Qiao Yibo closed his eyes and looked meditative.

Yu Zhiming: "..." So you still don't leave?

Qiao Yibo opened his eyes: "Good old lu!"

The summer solstice hiding behind the kitchen door: "..." It's good, grandma!

Xia Zhi secretly waved to Yu Zhiming.

Yu Zhiming came in and spread his hands: "Look! It's useless! People who make medicine don't care about this. What else do you have?"

Xia Zhi pointed at the restaurant again: "Sour bamboo shoots! It's even better than stinky braised rice, so I don't believe me, carry it out!"

After all this, Yu Zhiming had nothing to say, so he took out the sour bamboo shoots jar again.

This time, Yu Zhiming also made a ruthless move and put it in front of Qiao Yibo: "Mr. Qiao, you have such a good nose, guess what's inside?"

The jar is not big, and it shakes slightly on the table, and a sour smell of food overflows at the edge of the jar.

Jing Sangcheng's grandson had already covered his nose.

Qiao Yibo looked up at Yu Zhiming, his eyes flashing: "Why should I guess?"

Yu Zhiming looked into the kitchen: "Ah, Miss Xia asked you to guess."

Qiao Yibo turned around and looked into the kitchen, and Xia Zhi's figure flashed by the door.

He frowned slightly, turned around and asked Yu Zhiming: "Have you guessed it's a prize?"

Yu Zhiming made a "hiss" sound, not knowing what to say for a while. It was really difficult for him to stutter.
Chapter completed!