"Hmm, it tastes so good." Su Qiao didn't even raise his head, but his mouth was busy all the time.
Compared to Western food, Su Qiao is actually more interested in Chinese food, especially the kind with heavier flavors and meat.
For example, various spicy barbecues and hot pots.
Eating it makes you feel refreshed and refreshed.
"I will try my best."
"Um?"
Cen Mohan's incoherent words finally made Su Qiao raise her head from her delicious food.
"What are you working hard for?"
Cen Mohan smiled, put on gloves, and peeled shrimp for her.
"I heard that men in Haishi cook, do housework, take care of children, and are careful and considerate."
"Who said that?"
Why hasn't she heard that men here are so homely
She also couldn't imagine him doing housework, taking care of children, and being a househusband.
Cen Mohan put the peeled shrimps on a small plate and pushed it in front of her along with the other ingredients.
"Chris."
Su Qiao picked up one, dipped it in the sauce, and put it in his mouth to taste it.
It tastes really good.
"She is a foreigner, do you believe what she says?"
"There are men who can do housework and are considerate and attentive in every part of the country, but there are more men who do not do housework at all and only care about making money outside."
Just like there are good men everywhere and bad men everywhere, this kind of thing cannot be divided by region.
"You hate men who make money outside?"
Cen Mohan frowned slightly.
He used to be quite busy with work.
Basically, I seldom go home.
His sister often complained that he spent more time in hotels than at home.
It seems that he needs to make some appropriate changes.
Money is something that you can never make enough of.
Of course, the most important thing is that he actually doesn’t know what the use of earning that thing is. It can neither bring him happiness nor health.
When he was a child, he was often confused when he saw those people in his family busying around, vying for power, scheming and fighting for money.
He felt that no matter how much money he made, he only had one mouth to feed, and he only needed a house to sleep in and a bed to sleep in.
What’s the use of keeping the money you earn in the bank
When he dies, can he take it with him
If I take it with me, will I be able to use it when I get there
In general, he felt that as long as the money was enough for him to use, any more would just be for show.
"I hate self-righteous men." Su Qiao was very straightforward.
"I hate it too." Cen Mohan was more straightforward.
Su Qiao: “…”
You are a man and you hate self-righteous men. What's the big deal
Does it always feel weird
Cen Mohan didn't think there was anything strange about himself. He remembered the conversation between Su Qiao and Wang Zhiyao that he had heard before.
"Don't you like children?"
Su Qiao thought for a moment and said, "It's just average. I can't say I particularly like it, but I can't say I particularly hate it either."
"Why, you like it?"
Cen Mohan put a piece of fish meat without bones into her bowl and shook his head slowly: "I'm the same as you. I can't say I like you, but I can't say I hate you either."
"..." Su Qiao bit her chopsticks and stared at him.
What else is different about you than me
Cen Mohan understood what she meant and suddenly smiled: "Except that I am a man and you are a woman, and I am taller than you and you are shorter than me, our preferences are the same in other aspects."
The main reason was that he didn't have any particular preferences before.
That is, he doesn't have any particular favorites or any particular hobbies.
Many times, he felt like an outsider, silently watching the development of the world and watching the people around him living their lives hard, lazily and comfortably, or just going with the flow.
Starting today, he decided to treat her preferences as his own.