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After putting down the bag of fireworks, Song Wenxin followed Jiang Beihan's footsteps and walked towards the restaurant.
What made her feel strange was that the villa looked very deserted tonight. After entering the door, she didn't see a single servant.
When she walked into the restaurant, she found that Jiang Beihan was the only one in the restaurant.
He was sitting at the dining table, reading the newspaper leisurely.
At this time, shouldn't Shangguan be with him
"Why didn't you see anyone else?" Song Wenxin glanced at Jiang Beihan who was already sitting at the dining table, and asked.
"Song Wenxin, what do you know about a candlelight dinner alone?" Jiang Beihan raised his eyebrows, and then asked her back.
On the days when they are alone, other people do not need to be present.
Song Wenxin pursed her lips, nodded helplessly, and then asked doubtfully, "Then where have they all gone?"
She didn't just refer to those servants, but also Shangguan.
He doesn't care about his old lover
"Today's New Year's Day, I let them all have a holiday!" He glanced at Song Wenxin, and then said indifferently.
Hearing what he said, Song Wenxin nodded in understanding.
Also, today is New Year's Day, and most people want to be with their families.
"Where is the candlelight dinner?" She walked slowly to the dining table, sat down opposite Jiang Beihan, and glanced at the empty dining table in front of her.
Didn't he say there was a candlelight dinner on the phone? But let alone a candlelight dinner now, there is not even a piece of bread on the table.
Shouldn't he... let the chef take a vacation too.
"There are ingredients in the kitchen, you can do it." Hearing this, Jiang Beihan curled his lips, stretched out his slender index finger, and pointed in the direction of the kitchen.
Sure enough... Song Wen felt ashamed and felt bad all over.
After receiving Jiang Beihan's call, she came back straight away. She didn't eat much food at home, and she was still a little hungry.
I thought I would have something delicious when I came back, but I didn't expect that Jiang Beihan, a big profiteer, would let her do it herself!
"I can't." Song Wenxin looked at him with a broken heart. She usually does some simple housework such as washing and mopping the floor at home, and she doesn't know how to cook such difficult things...
However, if cooking instant noodles and scrambling eggs can be regarded as good at cooking, then she can barely count.
"If you don't know how to learn, cook it for me in the future!" Jiang Beihan said as a matter of course.
"Isn't there a chef in the villa? I can't help it!" Song Wenxin said reluctantly.
There are so many cooks and servants in his family... Even if he finds a servant who is responsible for cleaning, he must be better at cooking than her!
"Song Wenxin, haven't you heard a saying that if you want to grab a man's heart, you have to grab his stomach first?" At this time, Jiang Beihan put the newspaper aside, then narrowed his eyes and looked at her.
Hearing his words, Song Wen was stunned for a moment.
Does he mean that if she wants to grab his heart, she has to grab his stomach first
"What... what do you mean... I don't understand..." Song Wenxin blushed and said awkwardly.
She didn't want to catch anyone's stomach at all
"Then let me explain to you, Song Wenxin, if you want to grab my heart, you can first consider using cooking skills to grab my stomach~" Jiang Beihan curled his lips, then leaned on the dining table with one hand, and moved forward Tilting, looking down at Song Wenxin who was stunned on the dining chair.