Shen Zhichu picked up the list that she had crushed into a ball of paper and threw it on the ground, she flattened it, found a wall, and pasted the crumpled paper on it.
On the first day, she cooked for Li Jingshen, and Li Jingshen said that no matter what she did, he would eat it.
So he made what he didn't like the most, and he had done it before to avoid it, but he didn't taste it.
? Shen Zhichu made stir-fried pork loin, put a lot of spicy millet, onion, ginger, garlic and coriander, and the side of the pork loin was red.
Shen Zhichu did not know where to find a gas mask to wear. While cooking, he poured chili noodles into it. Looking at it unknowingly, he thought she was cooking dark cooking. Although the taste was a bit spicy, the taste was really not bad, but It's not the taste that Li Jingshen likes.
Does she have to do what he likes? Get used to him?
Shen Zhichu also made pig's feet and pigtail soup, the soup is milky white, this one is light and full of collagen, but Li Jingshen doesn't like to eat these parts, probably because he thinks it insults his status as president.
One soup, one dish, one pot of white rice, Shen Zhichu finished it in no time.
When Shen was cooking for Li Jingshen, she couldn't help but think wildly, thinking that adding a bottle of dichlorvos to the soup would poison him to death. She was probably pushed to the point where she always thought about killing people. , even if the person himself is plagued by illness.
Li Jingshen looked at the soup and dishes on the table without any extra emotions, even the lip line was in the usual curvature, obviously he had predicted Shen Zhichu's actions long ago.
That's right, Shen Zhichu himself is a tough person, if he wants to convince her to admit defeat, he must suffer a little bit first.
Shen Zhichu can cook for him so honestly without poisoning it. He really doesn't expect anything else, at least these look edible.
He used to be fussy about eating, but now, as long as Shen Zhichu cooks it for him, he is willing to eat it, and he can eat it clean.
The doctor told me that the food must be light, and do not touch any chili, because it is easy to choke the trachea and involve the lungs.
A little bit of chili is easy to cause accidents, let alone this plate of chili, looking for meat in the chili, just smelling it makes my chest feel uncomfortable.
Li Jingshen filled a bowl of pig feet and pig tail soup and kept it cold, and then started to eat the plate of chili peppers. It was okay at first, but the spiciness started to increase after he took the fourth mouthful. After eating, I couldn't help but drink soup, but the choking became worse.
In fact, Li Jingshen could choose not to eat. His list only said that he hoped that Shen Zhichu could cook another meal for him. After the meal was ready, it was up to him to eat it or not, or he could also drink soup without making a fuss. But he insisted on touching it.
Shen Zhichu saw that he was coughing while covering his lungs, and she said, "You don't need to eat."
The soup and dish she made tasted more in line with her own taste. When Shen Zhichu flattered Li Jingshen before, he just remembered his preferences. After cooking for 1364 days, she finally made it so that she forgot her own preferences. When she thought about it, she had stomach cancer and couldn't eat these anymore.
Li Jingshen coughed heart-piercingly, Shen Zhichu originally wanted to sit down and eat a few mouthfuls, but seeing him coughing and trembling on the table, he lost his appetite in an instant, turned around and left, leaving Li Jingshen alone in the empty restaurant Muffled coughing, each cough was worse than the last.
As soon as Shen Zhichu left, Li Jingshen could no longer control himself and vomited a mouthful of blood. He knew that Shen Zhichu was a little afraid of blood, so no matter how uncomfortable his throat was and the smell of blood in his mouth was getting stronger and stronger, he still held back from vomiting. come out.
When Shen Zhichu left, he opened his mouth, and the blood flowed uncontrollably, flowing down the white dining table to the ground, winding out a bright red mottled line, as if he couldn't stop it.
It was not the first time that Li Jingshen coughed up blood, but it was the first time that he felt so terrified.
His lungs were swollen and painful. He stared at the dishes and soup in front of him. After calming down for a while, he washed away the blood foam in his mouth with clean water, and then picked up the chopsticks and ate the peppers.
Still coughing uncontrollably, he had already wiped the blood on the floor on the table with a paper towel, and the rest was the blood sticking to his hands. Rubbing, like a layer of dust falling from the palm.
He used to rub the blood clot left by Shen Zhichu on his hand, now it's his turn.
It's okay Li Jingshen comforted himself like this.
It's just tit for tat, retribution comes.
?There were three days left before Christmas Eve, Li Jingshen secretly called several workers to decorate the outside, and after two nights of work, the effect was like a wedding scene.
The wedding dress has also been customized, and it will be delivered on Christmas Eve to let Shen know.Put it on, this time the wedding dress was designed by him himself, and the size was also made according to Shen Zhichu's figure.
And the ring He also made it himself, a very simple ring, maybe not as good as those tens of millions of diamond rings, but what he made is the most unique in the world, and it is also the most suitable size ring among the rings he gave Shen Zhichu pieces.
In this way, Christmas Eve ushered in. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com