Substitute and White Moonlight Ditto Divorce Variety Show [MTL]

Ch 19

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Jiang Yushen, who had just opened the cupboard and took out two Nordic-style plates, was about to reject the words, but was forced to say: "I know you love shrimp, this is specially prepared for you. "

Jiang Yushen closed his mouth with a bad premonition when he uttered the first syllable, but his lips opened and closed as if with self-awareness.

It also stopped the people who were washing and chopping vegetables neatly.

"I knew Ah Shen was the best for me. Although I couldn't eat Ah Shen's handicrafts at noon, I ate Ah Shen's loving breakfast this morning." Song Qingzhi tiptoed to kiss him on the cheek.

Jiang Yu dodged in disgust. At this time, both the guests in the kitchen and the staff following the film suddenly felt a chill rising from the soles of their feet. They looked at their eyes and nose, trying to minimize their presence.

Song Qingzhi was not embarrassed, and smiled: "I know you are shy, Ah Shen, but I never thought that Ah Shen would really be willing to give me the shrimp that belongs to Teacher Qiao."

 The stiff Jiang Yushen also discovered that as long as he stays with Song Qingzhi, no matter in multiple people or alone, he may be controlled by the laws of the world and thus do things that make him unimaginable.

What I gave up today was a plate of shrimp, what about tomorrow, the day after tomorrow?

Concentrated and drooping, Jiang Yushen drew the fish with a knife, thinking that she ordered tea-smoked fish and didn't like fried fish, so he could only cook it by steaming it.

Boil the tea leaves first, pick up the tea leaves with a colander, and leave the tea.

Wrap the watered tea with gauze and stuff it into the belly of the fish, add salt, oil, wine, and scallions and steam in a basket.

Qiao Dai, who didn't know what was going on in the kitchen, smelled the aroma of food, put down the strawberry she had just twisted on her fingertips, and rubbed her stomach that had almost digested the porridge this morning.

Can't help watching their progress curiously: "Jiang Yushen, when will the meal be served?"

Jiang Yushen turned around when he heard the voice, just in time to see the person poking her head in the kitchen, and then glanced at the unfinished meal, Stop and walk outside.

"Miss Qiao is hungry."

Qiao Dai was not embarrassed when she was pointed out so bluntly, but said confidently, "I'm hungry."

If she hadn't known that the two had divorced, she would have stretched out her hands out of habit, like a squirrel begging for food.

Who told him that after he said that he would cook by himself, he gave half a day off to the helpers at home, which made her eat an hour later than usual, so she was naturally very hungry. After that, he would prepare it for her every time before cooking. Order an appropriate amount of snack pads.

Jiang Yushen took out a piece of tuckahoe cake from his pocket, took her hand, and closed her hand with his fingertips touching: "You eat this first, the kitchen is full of oily smoke, go watch TV." 

The kitchen is heavy with oily smoke.  In a word, Song Qingzhi said it before but didn't get a response, but now he is using it on Qiao Dai, which can be said to be a slap in the face.

[Polite question, is Jiang always Doraemon? ]

[I'm a little messy, who the hell does Jiang Yushen like, why does he look like a scumbag eating two ends. 】

【Song Qingzhi is Mr. Jiang's white moonlight, who do you think you like. ]

[I think I like Qiao Dai, but Jiang Yushen's attitude towards Song Qingzhi confuses me. ]

[+1, so in order not to get entangled, I decided to lick both ends, with both rain and dew, and I will be the final winner of any pair. ]

[Mr. Jiang, Ms. Qiao, hehehe, I think this title is too sweet. 】

Wanting to see the progress, Qiao Dai, who was stuffed with a piece of tuckahoe cake for no reason, thought of its terrible taste, and put the tuckahoe cake into her pocket with her nostrils twitching. Clever.

Under the light of the sun, the woman standing by the door has a beautiful nose and red lips, fair skin, and a head of thick sandalwood hair casually falling on her shoulders.

The bright yellow Jing costumes on her body are bright and flamboyant, like winter jasmine flowers growing freely in spring.

[Although I am a passerby, Qiao Dai's appearance is really a fault in the entertainment industry! ]

[Another fan pretends to be a passer-by, isn't it disgusting?]

[A certain fan covering her mouth is too much, Qiao Dai is good-looking, can't she even tell the truth. 】

[I'm quite curious, Qiao Dai is so good-looking, why the characters she plays are all vicious female supporting roles with big breasts and no brains, and her personality is quite good, except that she is a little slow. 】

Not long after, Jiang Yushen, wearing an apron, came out with his lunch. Because of the heat, he took off his hat and rolled up his cuffs to his elbows, revealing his smooth forearms.

Against his overly cold aura, the out-of-fit pink apron around his waist not only doesn't look feminine, but adds to the deceptive contrast.

[My husband has finished lunch, my husband is awesome. ]

[My husband has worked hard to make lunch today, what about my husband. ]

[A few dishes for lunch, even if you eat an extra peanut, you won't get drunk like this. ]

[You don't have a husband, why are you robbing my husband! ]

The camera also zoomed in on the lunch they each made.

Spicy and delicious, the stir-fried beef with millet and pepper can make you mouth-watering across the screen; the stewed corn ribs soup is soft and glutinous, and the soup is milky.

The color is attractive, the steamed tea-smoked fish with golden meringue on both sides, the skin is golden, the tea chicken inside is crispy on the outside, and the tea chicken on the inside is finger-moving. There are two evenly stirred tomato and egg pasta on the side.

Jiang Yushen came out with two bowls of rice, looking at Qiao Dai who had just washed her hands, there was a tenderness in his eyes that he didn't realize: "Come over for dinner." "Come."

[Gudu, I silently opened the delivery software . ]

[Please tell me where you found a man like Mr. Jiang with a lantern. Let me introduce you! ]

[I dare say, if I didn't cook frequently, I wouldn't have such a good craftsmanship! ]

[Didn't Song Qingzhi say it before, when she and Mr. Jiang were studying abroad, Mr. Jiang cooked. Mr. Jiang must be worried that Song Qingzhi is not used to the food outside, and he doesn't want Song Qingzhi to be exposed to oily smoke, so he worked hard. Studying cooking skills, it turns out that Song Jiang CP is the sweetest! ]

[I remember this sentence, Mr. Jiang said it to Qiao Dai not long ago, and Qiao Dai made so many demands beside him, Mr. Jiang is not dissatisfied, right? ]

[And Boss Jiang has always avoided physical contact with Song Qingzhi. I'm really curious how you got the sweetness. 】

Wait until the food is served.

"Ms. Qiao, even if you are afraid of oily fumes, you can't let Ah Shen work alone in the kitchen." Song Qingzhi looked at her tomato and egg pasta, and at the tea-leafed chicken and tea-smoked fish in front of Qiao Dai. Jealousy almost solidified.

It's been so long, she hasn't eaten the food cooked by Ah Shen himself, why should Qiao Dai!

Fortunately, there is also a plate of shrimp that Ah Shen gave her.

"So Teacher Song is blaming me for not going in to help." Qiao Dai looked at the snow-white fish meat in the bowl where the bones had been removed, and she picked it up and put it into her mouth without any burden.

In the past few meals, he helped to pick out the fishbone and put it into her own bowl. At first, she was not used to it, but it looked like he was robbing and anxious.

Qiao Dai instantly understood that he might not like to eat fish, but simply enjoyed the process of picking fishbone.

Sure enough, the hobbies of the rich are always so different.

"That's not what I mean, Ms. Qiao, don't get me wrong, but I have to thank Ah Shen for giving the shrimp for me at noon today." Song Qingzhi picked up a boiled prawn and put it into the bowl.

"Ms. Qiao shouldn't be angry. Ah Shen only gave it to me because I love shrimp."

[Help! After watching a variety show, my filter of Song Qingzhi's play, "Good people are good or not", was completely shattered into scum. ]

[I admit that I scolded Qiao Dai for being too loud before, because she and Song Qingzhi are not only superior in appearance, but also not like the unscrupulous media who like to play big names and be defiant. Zhi, it really looks like that kind of low-grade green tea. ]

[I don't think you don't say it, but now that you say it, I find that Mr. Jiang is very resistant to Song Qingzhi's closeness, and their interactions are all Song Qingzhi's backwards. ]

[You are talking nonsense, believe it or not, I will tear your mouths. ]

[We're just telling the truth, why, you got bronchitis. ]

[Besides, sqz knew that qd and jys had just divorced not long ago, and kept pulling jys to show her affection. 】

Originally, those comments that said Song Qingzhi was not good would be quickly suppressed by other comments, and the account was also reported as before, but this time it could not be reported at all.

In the "One Punch, One Fat Woman" group, they were also anxious because they couldn't report those accounts, and they were afraid that they would lose their way to make money.

The strongest fighter on the surface: [Group owner, those accounts suddenly can't be reported, what should I do. ]

...: [Yes, before, as long as you report the other party She. Huang, Shezheng can delete your account. What happened today. ]

Under the lens, a coldness flashed in Wang Ziming's eyes. He would never allow the superstar created by himself to fall.

Fingers tapped on the keyboard: [As long as there are too many reports, they will definitely be deleted, half of them will control the comments, and the other half will continue to report. 】

After he finished sending out, he sent out another 500 red envelope of hot money. When the divers saw the money bubbling.

The original 50-50 live broadcast barrage has once again become a talk.

Little did they know, they had already been targeted by another group of people, waiting to catch them all.

Frowning, Wu Qiao looked at the person found out, and decided that it would be better to report such a big matter to the boss.

In the restaurant, Qiao Dai watched Song Qingzhi flaunting the prawns, and couldn't help but glance at the man beside her. What she saw was that the joints of the man's chopsticks were almost broken, but there was no sign on his face. Any abnormality.

To be honest, she have never seen him like this in the past two years of their marriage, because he has always given himself the image of an old fox with no emotions.

Qiao Dai, who thought she was wrong, looked away disapprovingly: "I have nothing to misunderstand, and it's not a shame that I can't cook." Anyway, she is very self-aware of her cooking skills, so it's better not to harm the ingredients .

"Although it's true, as a woman, at least you have to learn how to cook some ordinary home-cooked dishes. You are not like me, and Ah Shen is willing to pamper you." After Song Qingzhi finished speaking, she looked at Jiang Yu shyly.

"Kacha" Jiang Yushen's chopsticks were broken in two.

"It's okay." When everyone's eyes were on him, Jiang Yu took the clean chopsticks handed over by the staff unhurriedly, and continued.

Gu Yanqi, who sensed that the atmosphere was gradually getting wrong, looked at the man who was picking fishbone: "Mr. Jiang is very busy at work on weekdays, why don't you have time to cook?

" When it comes to cooking, people seem to be stuck on the sofa and unable to get out.

And judging from Qiao Dai's usual attitude, it was obvious that Jiang always cooks frequently.

"Is there a conflict between cooking and going to work?" Qiao Dai picked up a chopstick of fish and put it into her mouth, "If he doesn't cook at home, then what will I eat?" 

[Yes, is there a conflict between going to work and cooking. ]

[General Manager Jiang manages a group that has time to go home and cook. Those hands-off shopkeepers who earn 3,000 a month and still complain about being tired should really look at it. 】

【I'm also tired after working all day, so why don't I feel tired just because you call me tired and you're the shopkeeper? I have to cook four dishes and one soup for you. 】

【Mr. Jiang has been picking fish bones for Qiao Dai, but he didn't even eat them himself. Those blind people who keep saying that Jiang Yushen and Qiao Dai have a bad relationship should really stand up and take a look. 】

【Love to eat fish, always get stuck with fishbone. Stars really need a boyfriend like Mr. Jiang who helps pick fishbone QAQ. 】

Jiang Yushen, who picked up a piece of fish and put it into her bowl, echoed: "Work and my cooking don't conflict."

Qiao Dai looked at the fish that was about to pile up into a hill, and put them into his bowl with disgust: " I don't want to eat fish anymore, and the fish meat has never been dipped in sauce, and it has no taste at all, I don't like it." 

Seeing that Qiao Dai actually picked herself up without eating, Jiang Yushen caught the fish's picky hand , eyes fixed, and immediately frightened the director and others so much that they didn't dare to speak out.

I'm afraid Mr. Jiang will throw his chopsticks and leave in a fit of anger.

After all, anyone who works hard to prepare a meal, but also kindly helps pick fish bones, will be angry if he is rejected.

Just when Qiao Dai was gloating at being yelled at in the live broadcast room, who knew that someone turned around and put a piece of boiled broccoli into Qiao Dai's bowl: "No picky eaters."

Looking at the broccoli in the bowl, Qiao Dai immediately lowered her face and wrinkled her little nose. She felt that the dog man wanted revenge, because the thing she hated most was broccoli.

No smell, not good looking.

Song Qingzhi, who was watching from the sidelines, was so anxious that she almost broke her chopsticks.

She could foresee that after this clip was broadcast, many people would definitely doubt the specious things she said before!

And all of this is thanks to Qiao Dai!

After eating, Qiao Dai felt sleepy and was about to take a nap.

"You just finished eating, you have to rest before going to bed." Jiang Yu, who was clearing the table, poured a glass of water for her to rinse her mouth.

"But I want to sleep right now, and I'm really sleepy." After finishing speaking, Qiao Dai yawned, forcing a sleepy tear from the corner of her eye, indicating that she was really sleepy.

His eyes couldn't help but glance at his hand again, as if to confirm whether what he saw before was his own illusion.

"No, no matter how sleepy you are, you have to wait for half an hour before you can go to bed."

Zhang Shanshan, who also wanted to take a nap, immediately swallowed back the yawn that was on her lips. She found that compared to the dog food she and Wang Lihui pretended, this pair is the best. Really sprinkle dog food.

After taking a nap, Qiao Dai looked at the empty hall, rubbed her eyes, looked at the man who was sitting in the dining room dealing with business, opened the refrigerator and took out a bottle of water.

"Where did they go?"

"They went back to find the ingredients for the evening."

"Pfft." Qiao Dai almost didn't spit out a sip of water, "Why are you still looking for ingredients? I remember that this is not a wilderness survival show. "

【Qiao Dai spoke my mind, so is this a love affair or survival in the wilderness. ]

[I think they are not a romance show or Survival in the Wilderness, but a divorce variety show. ]

[Compared to embarrassment, it would be good for the guests to do some tasks and communicate more, anyway, I think so. 】

Jiang Yushen rubbed his eyebrows, closed the computer, took off his gold-rimmed glasses, and invited her: "Would you like to go out with me for a walk."

"Let's go."

"I didn't even agree, how can you help me make a decision without authorization." Qiao Dai, who was about to drink her saliva, glared at him, thinking that he was a bit too domineering.

Jiang Yushen stopped, with one hand in his pocket, a smile seemed to appear in his eyes, he lowered his head, the tip of his nose was close to her, and the warm appeal fell numbly on her cheek.

"You blinked."

Qiao Dai took a step back in fright: @##￥%...&￥@Stickers.

"You're still breathing, why don't you say it."

The man stretched out his hand towards her, and the corner of his mouth curved up: "So, Miss Qiao, would you like to go out for a walk?"