After this meal, Zhao Qingyan heard Li Jiacen and Ji Xiaorui’s admiration. They praised Mr. Wang’s craftsmanship very well and threatened that Mr. Wang became their new male god.

Although Zhao Qingyan felt that their reaction was too exaggerated, she had to admit that Mr. Wang was indeed well-known. She had eaten a lot of good things, but the taste of every dish today was unforgettable.

Even in a top-notch hotel, Mr. Wang's cooking skills are definitely second to none, but he is willing to run such a restaurant silently in a small corner of the city. All the customers come from word of mouth. This indifference in fame and fortune is really rare. Yesterday I heard Qiao Junxi say that a TV director once wanted to plan a food program for him after eating Mr. Wang's dishes, but several solemn invitations were politely declined by Mr. Wang.

If you have the chance, Zhao Qingxian is very interested in seeing Mr. Wang's style.

At this moment, Li Jiacen and Ji Xiaorui had completed the liquidation operation, and each rubbed their belly, which had been bigger, leaning lazily on the chair, but their mouths were not idle, and they jumped from food to emotional topics.

"I really didn't expect you to be the first to get engaged in our dormitory. What does it feel like to fall in love with Qiao San Shao? Is there anyone who is so brave to poach you?" Li Jiacen stared at her with a lust, like a female gangster.

"Why, do you want to hear the inspirational story of my wise fight against mistress?" Zhao Qingyan said casually, holding a small teacup in his hand. As he spoke, he also took a sip of tea, as if there was really a story to tell, which made Li Jiacen and Ji Xiaorui excited all of a sudden.

"Is there a little bitch who is not afraid of death?" Ji Xiaorui asked with wide eyes.

Zhao Qingyan slowly put down the teacup and smiled slightly, "But it didn't."

"Tsk!" Li Jiacen and Ji Xiaorui snorted dissatisfiedly when they knew they were being fooled.

"However, as a good friend in China, I still want to remind you that many male gods with a pyramid like your young master Qiao San, are staring at him, and they are simply unpredictable." Ji Xiaorui said half-seriously and half-jokingly, his eyes flashing a little.

Zhao Qingyan smiled indifferently, "Have you ever heard a saying: A beauty is angry and she can float thousands of miles away?"

To be honest, Zhao Qingyan did not think of such a problem. She had many plans for life, but she had not considered the problem of a fire in the backyard. Because from the bottom of her heart, she believed in Qiao Junxi. Of course, if one day she really had to face such provocation, she would definitely encounter gods and kill gods, encounter Buddhas and kill Buddhas, and encounter ghosts and kill ghosts. Anyone who interferes will be killed without mercy.

"You are cruel!" Li Jiacen and Ji Xiaorui gave her a thumbs up at the same time.

"By the way, what engagement gift do you want us to give you?" At this time of engagement, discussing this topic seems too negative. So Zhuang Yan couldn't stand it and changed the topic.

"Yes, yes, we thought about it for a long time and felt that you should have nothing to lack." Obviously, the topic was about to talk about, and Li Jiacen and Ji Xiaorui agreed. They were almost worried about this question.
Chapter completed!