Chapter 37: . The underworld emperor's young wife (10)

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This is a more advanced barbecue restaurant, not as noisy as an ordinary barbecue restaurant. In the middle of the table is a pile of polished round stones with charcoal fire under the stones. The meat is grilled on the stone, which can better filter out the excess oil, and it will not be stained with the smell of iron plate.
However, roasting meat on the stone is technical, and a waiter with white gloves is standing at the table for the roasting.
Zhang Chenxuan waved the waiter away and took the clip to bake.
The sleeves of the black shirt rolled up, revealing a strong forearm. The big boned hands pinched bamboo clips and spread snowflake beef piece by piece on the stones. Bake a slice and give it to Xiaojiao's wife for hot food.
Jiao Qi watched the golden yellow pieces of meat roasted on the plate, remembering when the two had just met.
On the second date, Zhang Dazhen took him to barbecue, took the initiative to pick up the clips, and grilled them piece by piece. As you bake, sell yourself secretly.
"I like to cook very much, but I have done it alone, and no one appreciates it. So sometimes I am lazy and eat barbecue at home. You can taste it. The technique of my barbecue is said to be ok." The "golden finger" who knocked out the champion of the international game production contest, turned the barbecue skillfully, and the fireworks were unexpectedly attractive.
Love often starts with a momentary heartbeat. Everyone was touched differently, maybe a phone call, a smile, an umbrella handed over on a rainy day, a cup of hot tea with smoke in the winter.
When Zhang Dazhen put the first piece of roasted meat on his plate, Jiao Qi suddenly became interested in this man. From childhood to age, this giant
Mr. Wu is the only person who gave him barbecue, and this happiness is what he has longed for but not available.
I remember when I was in junior high school, I just started to make popular Kokoku barbecue. Every day after school, Jiao Qi will pass by a barbecue restaurant, and through the glass wall, you can see the people eating barbecue. Parents usually take their children with them. Mom and dad are responsible for the barbecue, and the children are responsible for eating.
Jiao Qi sometimes can't help but stop for a moment to see how other people's parents take care of their children. Later, he told his father that if he wanted to eat barbecue, Jiaozuoren asked someone to come back and buy an electric baking pan from Bangguo. The nanny said it was too troublesome to use after unpacking and refused to do it for him. Jiao Qi said nothing, anyway, he didn't really want to eat barbecue.
Until one time the school occupied the examination room, he returned home from school in advance and saw that the nanny and her son were eating pork belly with that baking pan, and suddenly couldn't help crying.
Because of this incident at home, the babysitter was finally driven away, but Jiao Qi still did not get the kind of barbecue he wanted.
Until he met Zhang Chenzheng.
He was so happy that day that he accidentally ate too much. When Zhang Chenjun saw that he liked it, he kept feeding, and didn't eat much. Immediately after eating, Jiao Qi's fragile stomach was dying, and he vomited out of darkness by taking the opportunity to go to the bathroom. It is too shameful to eat and vomit because of gluttony, and naturally did not let Zhang Chenzhang know that washing out his face was still the elegant and noble Master Jiao.
After getting married, Zhang knew that he had a bad stomach, so he rarely let him eat barbecue.
"Is it delicious?" The underworld emperor held the barbecue clip with a dagger, his eyes staring at his young wife.
"It's delicious." Jiao Qi nodded, grabbing the meat from the old attack and taking a big mouthful.
"Well, eat more, you're too skinny," Zhang Chenzheng squeezed Xiaojiao's wife by handing her meat, sighing, "I haven't gotten richer with a baby."
"... Don't talk nonsense." Jiao Qi kicked him under the table.
"Do you know where the last person who kicked me went?" The gangster frowned.
"I want to eat that." Jiao Qi ignored him, pointing at the fish that had just been brought up.
"Oh." Mr. Dior immediately forgot about the topic just now, and concentrated on feeding Xiaojiao's wife.
Jiao Qi himself refrained from eating too much, but no tragedy occurred. Zhang Chenzhang is very distressed. His young wife is eating too little and it is difficult to get pregnant with low body fat content.
Returning to Basho in the afternoon, I learned that KY had left slumped. When I left, I said that I didn't want this business in the middle section. I would send someone to discuss it. And left a box of chocolates for Jiao Qi, hoping he would not be angry.
Just tossing the chocolate to Yu Yuan, Jiao Qi left the matter behind, just caring about Zhang Dazhen's "seeing him give you a car flower".
Intelligence brain prompt message.
[Mom: At the premiere tomorrow, I'll give you four tickets. Remember to take the ministers to see, and the other two will be given away. 】
The premiere ... Forgetting it, Jiao Qi rubbed his eyebrows and replied to his mother: [He will have an important meeting tomorrow. I ca n’t go. I ’ll go. 】
[Mom: You're wrong, Chenchen's secretary said that he scheduled the trip last week, waiting to see his mother's premiere. 】
At noon, Zhang Chenzheng didn't hear the phone call to Jiao Qi Barbecue, and Mother Jiao called to the office. The secretary actively courted the mother-in-law for the boss, and told Jiao Miao likely.
Jiao Qi couldn't. He only accepted movie tickets from his mother. Tomorrow's premiere will not say much, and there are many media reporters. What more amazing words can be said by the underworld godfather at that time?
Going home at night, Jiao Qi solemnly explained Zhang Chenxuan: "Go to the premiere tomorrow, if a reporter interviews you, don't mention the army
fire business."
"Rest assured." Zhang Chenzheng was lying in bed watching the water today sent by the Finance Department. The sales of Xinghe Sword surpassed that of mini piercings, jumping to the first place. The arms business is booming. There must be many people who don't like him. Naturally, it should be low-key.
Where can Jiaoxi be really relieved? Considering to whom the remaining two tickets are, it is best to attract the attention of the media.
"Baby, what do you want?" Zhang Chen closed the interface of his brain and reached into Jiao Qi's pajamas with one hand.
"Have you ever been to Miguo to find me before?" Jiao Qi simply lay on Zhang Chen's chest and stared at his eyes.
"I'm just looking for you." Zhang Chenji said casually, subconsciously trying to find a cigarette to smoke, but holding Xiaojiao's wife was inconvenient to get up, he pinched Jiaoqi's finger and squeezed it gently .
The warm tongue slipped over the fingertips, shaking Jiao Qi a little, and almost forgot to ask the question: "Well ... what do you do?"
Zhang Chenxi sucked the finger in his mouthpiece, sighed long, and said deeply, "Don't ask about the things on the road."
Dog
Fart thing, you were still in college at that time! Jiao Qi pulled the hand that reached into his clothes, got up and went to the study to call Gao Shiqing.
"Mi country? He did go," Gao Shiqing thought hard, "Hey, how could he have the money to travel to Mi country, when he won the prize." Golden Finger "was awarded in Mi country, big sister I went to receive the award with great interest, and also said that I was going to find an angel investor and said that I would start a company in the rice country. I didn't expect this grandson to sell the game directly, and I did n’t know what the stimulus was. I was so angry. , Didn't talk to him for a week. "
The Golden Finger Award is the highest award for international game production. Zhang Chenzhang, who was still in college at that time, led a classmate mobile phone game with his classmates team, which won the championship in that year and won the golden finger trophy.
Checking the award time, it was the day KY pursued him.
Jiao Qi hung up the phone and remained silent for a long time, then turned around and found the trophy in the showcase. The trophy is a gold-plated hand with a forefinger and a little star at the tip of the finger. Representing the highest honor in the game production industry, it was awarded to the genius Zhang Chenzhang, who was only 20 years old.
The teenager who just won the trophy at that time, with what kind of mood, took an eight-hour train to the city where Jiao Qi was located, pretending that a passerby wanted to meet him on campus.
The young man who has just achieved great achievements finally gathers his courage and is ready to say a word to the male god. What to say? In the long eight hours, I have probably thought about it repeatedly.
"Will the library go?"
"Are you Chinese?"
"Have we met before?"
When he found the dormitory building with joy, what he saw was a car full of flowers and a hairy man shouting Jiao Qi's name and singing. Brilliant red sports car, expensive flowers, rich brand names ...
Jiao Qi rubbed the little star on the top of the trophy with his fingertips. Is it because of this scene that Zhang Chenyong gave up the idea of ​​starting a company in Miguo. Did he almost give up and pursue him.
So what kind of mood did he use when he was young to sell the work that just won the international award? It's like burying your dreams in your own hands. My heart hurts, if I can, I want to go back to that time, hug the young man who looked down under the oak tree.
Jiao Qi turned the trophy over and looked at the lettering on the base. Beautiful English italics, engraved with the origin and name of the award, and a small handle.
"Huh?" The base of the trophy turned out to be a small drawer. Jiao Qi had never seen it before. Gently flip it away. There was a note paper inside.
It is Zhang Chenzhang's handwriting, which is more immature than the current word. It reads:
[After seeing Intellect, I think it will soon replace the mobile phone. This game has no future. It is sold to foreign devils at a high price. A group of silly hahaha! 】
"..." The distress was absent for a moment, and nothing was sacrificed for him.
There was also a word on the back, Jiao Qi turned the note over.
[There is a stray hair, it's mad! Yan Yan poured a basin of water, happy! Come on, fight for sleep! 】