Wealthy Supporting Actress Tore The Script 豪门女配撕碎了剧本

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Jiang Dai finally worked hard to make the fried noodles. According to the steps her mother remotely guided, it was like completing a tedious math problem. Although the process of solving the problem was stumbling, she was rigorous, so the final answer was correct. 

On the dining table at the moment, there are probably two bowls of noodles with passing but mediocre jajang.

Considering that Huo Rongshen's right hand is not easy to use, Jiang Dai has already mixed the noodles and sauce garnishes out of humanitarianism.

She also prepared a fork for Huo Rongshen and said, "You can use it with your left hand."

Yesterday, when she was in the hospital, the doctor said that the wound was still healing. Try to minimize the use of your right hand to avoid tearing the scabs and risk of suppuration. If you can use your left hand, use your left hand as much as possible.

Huo Rongshen didn't choose a fork. He picked up the chopsticks with his left hand and swiped it like his right hand.

Jiang Dai looked at it and didn't say anything. Anyway, people with high IQs always (gan gan) everything easily.

Huo Rongshen took two bites with a cheerful face (color) and praised her without hesitation: "It's delicious, you are smart. Even if you haven't been cooking for a few years, it tastes good once in a while."

Jiang Dai felt that he was just fooling herself, not talking.

She stared at the noodles in the bowl and looked really ordinary, but it smelled quite fragrant. It might be the result of her mother's secret sauce and side dishes.

She took a bite by herself and thought it was okay, but not as good as she was five years ago.

After all, five years ago, she went to perform in front of Huo Rongshen after practicing several times at home.

"There is obviously a professional chef at home. You just do it. You have to eat what I made. I think this is obviously not as good as my previous level. It is unfamiliar after all, but at least it is cooked. Just eat it. You should not have diarrhea, even if you have diarrhea. You also found it yourself."

Huo Rongshen smiled flatteringly: "How come, it's impossible to have diarrhea. It's normal to be rusty, just do it a few more times."

Jiang Dai wanted to roll her eyes.

Huo Rongshen looks like this... She is really uncomfortable.

Although over the past year, his changes have been in all aspects, and he has brushed his face a lot. Anyone with a discerning eye can see if he wants to chase her. He has also given a lot of gifts, and he often says things to please.

But...I really haven't flattered to this level recently.

In addition to his naturally cold face, with such an expression (expression), Jiang Dai's heart was hairy, and she was still more used to Huo Rongshen's cold and dull look.

Now it's... it's almost obvious, right?

Huo Rongshen was really delicious, and a large bowl of noodles quickly bottomed out.

Jiang Dai couldn't help asking: "Are you... not enough? Would you like to eat something else?"

Huo Rongshen: "Enough, but you can cook a little more next time. You cook it yourself. I can eat twice the normal amount."

Jiang Dai felt that he was doing his own trick again, and responded stiffly: "That's not necessary. Eat less at night to avoid poor digestion."

It's strange to say that Jiang Dai herself looked at the prostitution and was obviously disgusted. She didn't understand that she could eat the exquisite western food made by the chef, but at this moment, she ran over to eat the pig food she made.