Happy days always fly by quickly, and the weekend is here in a blink of an eye.

Zhong Xiaoqin came to Qin Hao's door with a fruit basket. It wasn't that she was stingy and couldn't bear to buy more expensive gifts. It was mainly because the opening gift she gave to Zhao Jingyu last time had already cost her more than half a month's salary. If it weren't for food and accommodation,

They are all at home, I'm afraid she will have to eat instant noodles and sleep on the street.

When she came to the door, Zhong Xiaoqin stood blankly for a long time. Every time she came to Qin Hao's house now, she would subconsciously think that the door was worth hundreds of thousands. Even when she pressed the doorbell, she was careful, for fear of ringing the doorbell.

broken.

"Hey, Xiaoqin, you're here, come in quickly." Zhao Jingyu enthusiastically welcomed Zhong Xiaoqin into the house. The servant quickly prepared slippers for Zhong Xiaoqin, and then took the fruit basket from her hand.

Zhong Xiaoqin couldn't help but sigh secretly: The life of this rich person is really comfortable.

Zhao Jingyu did not take Zhong Xiaoqin to the living room, but took her directly into the kitchen.

"Dear, Xiaoqin is here."

Zhong Xiaoqin was very surprised to see Qin Hao, who was wearing an apron and dressed like a chef, which subverted her understanding of rich people.

Zhao Jingyu leaned into Zhong Xiaoqin's ear and whispered: "Isn't it strange why he cooks at home and not me?"

Zhong Xiaoqin nodded subconsciously.

"Because Ahao's cooking is really delicious. Unfortunately, he is quite busy and only cooks it once in a while. You are in for a treat today."

Zhong Xiaoqin thinks Zhao Jingyu's statement is a bit exaggerated. After all, shouldn't a rich man like Qin Hao think about how to make money all day long? Where does he have the time to practice his cooking skills? No matter how talented he is, he can't be better than a professional chef, right?

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However, the next second, Zhong Xiaoqin was shocked by Qin Hao's skillful spoon-bumping movements. The rich fragrance in the air caused her mouth to salivate rapidly.

"Gulu." Zhong Xiaoqin couldn't help but swallowed. She now believed Zhao Jingyu's words.

"Come on, there's a lot of fumes here, let's go sit outside."

Sitting on the sofa again, Zhong Xiaoqin was still overwhelmed by the extremely comfortable feeling of the sofa. She relaxed and leaned back, with an unobstructed view of the Huangpu River in front of her. This feeling was even more shocking than the last time she came here.

"Is this the life of rich people? It's great to have money."

However, Zhong Xiaoqin soon discovered something. The sofa cover seemed a little different from the one she saw last time.

"Is it because they have mysophobia? Are the sofa covers often changed?"

Zhao Jingyu suddenly blushed when she saw Zhong Xiaoqin staring at the sofa in a daze. She knew why she had to return the sofa cover.

"Well, Sister Jingyu, do we really not need to help?" After Zhong Xiaoqin came back to her senses, she felt a little restless and looked towards the kitchen inadvertently.

Zhao Jingyu smiled and shook her head: "No, let's just wait and enjoy the food later."

"Sister Jingyu, have you always gotten along like this?" Zhong Xiaoqin couldn't help but asked curiously.

In Zhong Xiaoqin's impression, the reason why Zhao Jingyu can live in such a mansion and open a beauty salon is because of Qin Hao. The relationship between these two people should be that Zhao Jingyu caters to Qin Hao.

Why does it seem to be the other way around now?

"Yes, we usually do this too."

Zhao Jingyu propped her chin up with a happy look on her face, and then winked at Zhong Xiaoqin: "When you get along with Ahao for a long time, you will find that he is really the most perfect partner in the world."
Chapter completed!