Meng Yao chewed it carefully and felt that the duck intestines in her mouth were crispy, tender and delicious, and the spicy dipping sauce was so fresh and fragrant, it was indescribable.
Meng Yao ate for a while, and then seemed to remember that Rong Yan was still beside her, so she said a few perfunctorily to him: "Husband, eat quickly, why don't you eat so many ingredients! Put whatever you want in the pot, don't be restrained!"
She was filled with such heroic spirit that she seemed to have forgotten where she was.
Rong Yan nodded, the pungent smell of chili rushed into his nose, and he felt uncomfortable all over. For such a long time, he hardly moved his chopsticks, just staring at Meng Yao eating.
Meng Yao was almost conquered by this hot pot. The spiciness on her tongue was almost on fire, and beads of sweat slid down her pale cheeks. But Meng Yao enjoyed the food very much. In her opinion, only spicy food can be tasty.
Meng Yao was only focused on eating hotpot, but she didn't know that her current demeanor would appear completely different to other people.
Her cheeks were flushed by the heat, her jade-white earlobes were stained with a light pink, her delicate lips were a little more rosy than before, her beautiful peach blossom eyes were sparkling because of the excessive spiciness, and the red mole on the tip of her nose was still seductive and conspicuous.
Meng Yao ate so happily that she even forgot how long it had been since she had a good hotpot. The previous worlds were all harsh and difficult environments, either wilderness survival or battle royale, and they had to live in fear of unknown death every day.
The world is too comfortable now, and Meng Yao is a little reluctant to leave.
In a trance, it seemed as if I had returned to the time before I started to travel through the book. Although I could only earn a meager salary at that time and had to pay off the mortgage and car loan, I lived a free and easy life. I could do whatever I wanted. Even if I ran and danced around the community late at night, no one cared. The only thing was that I would probably get a lot of complaints.
Meng Yao sighed and placed her arm on Rong Yan's shoulder in a daze.
"When do you think these days will end..."
Rong Wei's eyes darkened and her sexy Adam's apple rolled unconsciously.
"What day?"
Meng Yao realized her inappropriate behavior, she retracted her arm and gave Rong Yan a dry smile: "Hehehe, I just let my arm rest on you for a while because my arm is too tired. It's not a special day, so I just said a few words!"
Rong Yan handed her a handkerchief: "The corner of your mouth."
Meng Yao understood what he meant, but she still complained in her heart that Rong Yin didn't say enough.
After wiping the corners of her mouth, Meng Yao shifted her gaze to the handkerchief, which had smooth fabric and a checkered pattern.
"Just get me a tissue."
Xia Yansen was afraid that something might happen to Rong Wei, so he rushed in in a hurry without even knocking on the door.
But he could never have imagined that he would see such a scene before his eyes.
The steaming hot pot was emitting smoke, making the area around the sofa look like a fairyland. Xia Yansen smelled the pungent smell of chili peppers, which was very strong. He covered his mouth and coughed violently a few times, but still felt uncomfortable in his nose.
Meng Yao was holding a small plate in one hand, and with the other hand, she was picking up a piece of fat beef and putting it into her mouth. Rong Yan's eyes had already turned over, and in front of him were some big and hard dishes like pork elbows...
Xia Yansen felt for a moment that he had walked into the wrong place. He simply couldn't imagine what he saw. Meng Yao was actually eating hot pot in Rong Wei's office! ? Didn't Rong Wei even forbid others to be distracted in the office? The war had long since died down, and even evolved into the slightly absurd scene before his eyes.
Rong Yan looked at him and said, "Didn't you go to sign the contract? Why are you back so soon?"
Xia Yansen walked forward. He wanted to stand in front of Rong Yan, but was eventually discouraged by the smell of the hot pot and took two steps back.
He said with disdain: "Brother Rong, what are you and Meng Yao eating? Can you still let people in when you are so choking?"
There was nothing but meat on the table, and Xia Yansen couldn't quite accept this nouveau riche way of eating.
Meng Yao looked up at Xia Yansen, then lowered her head and continued eating.
Rong Yan's expression was indifferent, as if he didn't think there was anything wrong with it: "I'll have someone clean it up later."
Xia Yansen couldn't stand the pungent smell, so he covered his nose with his sleeves. The next second, he was devastated to find that his cuffs seemed to be stained with the smell of hot pot.
"The smell on this clothes may not be removed..." Xia Yansen looked at Meng Yao: "Tell me what you are doing every day? You made a lot of noise just now, didn't you? Now you are eating hot pot in the office again. Do you have any rules? How will other employees see our Brother Rong..."
Rong Yan coughed twice and said unhappily, "Okay."
Meng Yao just thought Xia Yansen was being too noisy: "What's wrong with eating hot pot? I haven't even had the snail noodles yet!"
Xia Yansen choked and felt that Meng Yao was simply lawless.
Rong Wei looked at Xia Yansen and said, "If you have nothing else, just stay in your office. I'll call you if I have something to ask."
It was obvious that Rong Ying had protected Meng Yao more than once. Xia Yansen had no confidence that he could defeat Rong Ying, so he could only swallow the grievances he suffered from Meng Yao, and his cute baby face wrinkled into a bun.
Not long after Xia Yansen left, Meng Yao felt that she was full and it was time to leave.
Meng Yao was thinking about Rong Wei's intention while eating. She now realized that Rong Wei was probably afraid that she would go out and talk nonsense and damage his face. After all, he attached great importance to his reputation.
I ate his hot pot and crayfish to make him feel at ease: "Husband, we don't need to be polite to each other. Don't worry, I will never spread rumors about what happened today. In fact, if you don't treat me to these, I will still keep my mouth shut..."
She said it with all her heart, but for some reason I felt that Rong Yan's handsome face had darkened.
*
This is Huanzhen Entertainment’s final internal artist ranking at the end of the year.
Meng Yao didn't want to come over to watch, but Guan Liang called her out anyway. In Guan Liang's words, this was to arouse her non-existent competitive spirit. It would be best to choose the hall where many people could watch. If she ranked low, she would always feel embarrassed so she would know to work hard.
Meng Yao felt that people who had no desire to win wouldn't care, nor would they feel ashamed, if they saw themselves ranked last. However, she did not say this to Guan Liang.
Guan Liang was wearing a suit and tie, dressed like a successful man. His eyes stopped at the huge screen in the hall: "There are three minutes left. You have gained a lot of fans in "Tianya Xing". Your ranking should rise a lot. Then it will be reasonable for you to get good resources."
Thanks to ?youbaobeier and 11baobeier for their monthly ticket support, muah~
It's another day to ask for tickets (good boy)
Stupid Cat: I looked at the comments and found that Ling Xiao has a lot of support (glancing at Rong Yan)
Rong Wei: Hit the word "male lead" on my forehead (murderous)
(End of this chapter)