Chapter 3062: Is this mouth smeared with poison? (78)
Chapter 3062 Is this mouth smeared with poison? (78)
"Well, it tastes so good." Su Qiao didn't lift her head, her mouth was not idle.
Compared to western food, Su Qiao is actually more keen on Chinese food, but the kind of heavier taste, meaty.
Such as all kinds of spicy barbecue, all kinds of hot pot.
It feels refreshing and refreshing to eat.
"I will work hard."
"Ok?"
Cen Mohan's endless words finally made Su Qiao lift her head from her food.
"What are you working hard for?"
Cen Mohan smiled, put on gloves, and peeled her shrimp.
"I heard that the men in the sea market can cook, do housework, take care of children, and are attentive and considerate."
"Who said this?"
Why didn’t she hear that all the men here live at home like this?
She also couldn't imagine him doing housework at home, raising children, and being a family cook.
Cen Mohan put the peeled shrimp on a small plate and pushed it in front of her along with the ingredients.
"Chrissy."
Su Qiao picked up one, dipped it in some sauce, stuffed it in his mouth and tasted it.
The taste is really good.
"She is a foreigner, do you believe her?"
"There are men who can do housework and are considerate everywhere in the country, but more are men who don't do housework at all and only care about making money outside."
Just like, there are good men everywhere, and scumbags everywhere. This kind of thing cannot be divided by region.
"Do you hate men who make money outside?"
Cen Mohan frowned slightly.
He used to be busy at work.
Basically, there are very few writers.
His sister often complained that he spent more time in the hotel than at home.
It seems that he needs to change appropriately.
Money is something that can’t be made completely.
Of course, the most important thing is that he actually doesn’t know what the money is for. It can neither bring happiness nor health to him.
When he was a child, he was always confused when he watched those busy people in his family who were struggling for power and fighting for money.
He feels that no matter how much money he makes, he only has one mouth to eat, and he only needs a room to sleep in and a bed to sleep in.
What's the use of the money earned in the bank?
When he dies, can he take it away?
If you take it away, can you use it again when you get there?
In general, he thinks that the money is enough for him to use, and no matter how much it is, it is just decoration.
"I hate self-righteous men." Su Qiao is very simple and neat.
"I hate it too." Cen Mohan was even more straightforward.
Su Qiao: "..."
You are a man, and you hate self-righteous men. What is this?
Does it always feel weird?
Cen Mohan didn't think he was any strange, he remembered the conversation between Su Qiao and Wang Zhiyao he had heard before.
"Don't you like children?"
Su Qiao thought for a while: "Normally, I can't talk about particularly likes, nor can I talk about being particularly annoying."
"What do you like?"
Cen Mohan put a piece of boneless fish into her bowl, and slowly shook her head: "I am like you. I don't like it or hate it."
"..." Su Qiao stared at him while biting his chopsticks.
What else is different from me?
Cen Mohan understood the meaning in her eyes, and suddenly smiled: "Except that I am a male, you are a female, I am taller than you, and you are shorter than me. We like everything else."
The main reason is that he didn't have any special preferences before.
In other words, he doesn't have any favorite things, nor any favorite hobbies.
Many times, he feels like an outsider, watching the development of the world silently, watching the people around him working hard, lazily, or living with the flow.
Starting today, he decided to like her as his own.
(End of this chapter)
