"Little sprouts—" Ye Cong stretched out his hand to hold on to the wall, steadying his body. He turned around and stared fiercely at the sprouts who were smiling so hard that their face cramped, and the several boxes she had pulled behind her.
There is something wrong with Sprouts, online shopping.
Because it's cheap.
For example, her mobile phone case, which Ye Cong disliked, was said to be 9 yuan with free shipping.
"Do you believe I fried you with garlic sprouts tonight?" Ye Cong growled, "Lost it."
"No." Xinya tightly guarded the box behind her, pushed Ye Cong aside and hurriedly opened the door, then bent down and kicked all the boxes in to prevent Ye Cong from throwing the rest to her.
Ye Cong leaned against the door and took deep breaths to ensure that he would not strangle her to death. Seeing her bending down to carry boxes of recommendations, he still wanted to kill her.
After Xinya pushed all the ten heavy-looking boxes in, he excitedly went to find the scissors and opened all the boxes. "Look, I really didn't buy a bargain this time. This set of dishes and chopsticks has seven It’s more than a hundred, and this set of cups is also more than six hundred, very expensive.”
Xin Ya has a somewhat flattering element in it, after all, it was all bought with her hard-earned money.
Ye Cong glanced down. The style was more European, which he liked, and it matched well with the decoration of this home.
Looking at the sprouts on the ground that looked like puppies biting their tails, she suddenly felt that this was not bad. She bought kitchen utensils for this home.
Home
Thinking of this word, Ye Cong's mood became even better, and the corners of his mouth curled up a little.
Xin Ya had been squatting on the ground with her hands clasped and looking at him. Seeing that he had not spoken, she knew that he had agreed. Having lived with him for more than a year, Xin Ya felt that she knew his temper somewhat.
"Then, since there are extra dishes and chopsticks at home, can you invite the young lady to your home for dinner?" Xinya asked cautiously.
Ye Cong: "..."
Liver hurts!
He actually thought that this woman was here for this family. It turned out to be because he said before that there was no tableware at home, so he didn't invite guests.
Xin Ya looked at the man who was a little happy just now and immediately rolled up his sleeves and went back to the room. Why did his temper change so quickly
She just wanted to meet the young lady, just for a meal. As for that, she was so stingy.
It's a shame that she spent more than a thousand yuan to buy these things.
Xinya unhappily carried all the dishes, chopsticks and cups to the kitchen, scalded them with hot water and put them back in the cabinet. She liked filming, it was a new experience, but she liked the kitchen even more because it gave her a sense of belonging. .
I opened the refrigerator to look for the ingredients for tonight's meal. Before I could decide what to cook, my cell phone rang in my pocket. Xinya hurriedly put down the prawns I took out and answered the phone, "Sister Cat."
"What about?" Sister Cat asked directly.
"I'm home. Is everything okay today?" Xin Ya asked curiously.
"Oh, it's nothing. It's just that you haven't watched the news recently, uninstalled Weibo, don't reply to anything, and don't care about what others say." Sister Cat told her.
In the past six months, Xinya has experienced a lot of online violence, so she always treats Sister Mao's words as imperial edict.
"Okay." Xinya said, and decided to cook him beef brisket soup, plus a cold bitter melon, which made him so angry.
"Sprout." Sister Cat suddenly spoke, but her voice was not normal.
"What's wrong?"
"Are you still living with the president?" Xinya herself is the artist she leads, but during off-duty time, she has to give full authority to Ye Cong, and no one can interfere.