Chapter 61: You cannot afford the willfulness! (1/2)
Feng Xinglang was a noble king, but Xue Luo couldn't help it. In the presence of the Xia family, let her **** give cloth dishes, isn't this picture a bit out of place?
Although she has the obligation to take good care of Feng Xinglang's ‘little uncle’, she ca n’t do so regardless of the occasion!
Where would Xueluo know: The noble and proud man in front of her was her legal husband! It is naturally reasonable and reasonable that the wife will clothe her husband at her maid's house!
Wen Meijuan's complexion was obviously stiffened: she could see it even if she was stupid. Feng Xinglang didn't like her simmering Jintang abalone. So she pushed herself down the water and found herself a step down.
”Xue Luo, you can give Feng Er Shaobu dishes. His tastes and preferences, you are more familiar.”
Auntie was so accomplices, and Xue Luo had no choice but to sit beside Feng Xinglang and start to give him food.
Generally in Fengjia, An Xing waited for Feng Xinglang to dine. She also followed her ears.
After clearing the soup and warming the stomach, Xueluo added some intestinal mushrooms and vegetables to the man, and then it was the highlight of the beef tenderloin and excellent protein seafood ... Feng Xinglang ate as much as Xueluo added. It seems that he is really hungry.
”Feng Ershao, I'm going to take a big project recently: Bimen's bidding for the greening of Puqing Road to Datong. There are hundreds of millions of big projects! Now everything is ready, it's only due to Dongfeng.”
Xia Zhengyang saw that Feng Xinglang was eating well and talked about business at the wine table.
Xia Yiqin also sat at the dining table, watching Lin Xueluo, who was serving Fengxing Langbu, quietly. If only Xia Yiqin had given him dishes! The picture of Lang Cai's female appearance must be more harmonious and beautiful.
Unlike the eldest sister Xia Yiqin, although Xia Yishu also focused on Lin Xueluo, who gave Feng Xing Lang Bu Cai, but she was not envious, envious, but remembered every word that Xue Luo gave to Feng Xing Lang. Dishes; sum up Feng Xinglang's favorite tastes, and which dishes he eats more smoothly.
Feng Xinglang wiped the soup between the corners of his lips elegantly with a napkin. Naturally, Xia Zhengyang feasted himself to make plans.
”I'm not optimistic about this project. First of all, you need a lot of money to take care of the door! And this is still the image project of advance advancement. If you want to make money, proper cut-offs are essential. That is for the benefit of future generations. For the great thing of the centuries-old foundation of future generations, if you only mess things up with the money in front of you, aren't you afraid that your three thousand golds will be stabbed out by the time!
After being analyzed by Feng Xinglang, Xia Zhengyang was a little hesitant: It seems that Feng Xinglang, a guy who has no trades and traitors, still has such a righteous side.
”But I am very familiar with the Bangladesh Bureau of Urban Planning. He said that the project is definitely profitable.”
”That surnamed Meng is not stable. I heard that the new one is a member of the Military Corps. This person is a two-sleeved breeze! You are not afraid that you will spend money with your own money?”
This statement really extinguished Xia Zhengyang's enthusiasm. Inevitably whispered in my heart: This surnamed Meng has left the tune and wants to pit himself?
Xue Luo's eyes fell on the bamboo basket tray, which was filled with freshly baked mango biscuits. Inexplicably, Xue Luo wanted to prove his innocence in front of the Xia family: they did not deceive them about Feng Xinglang's preferences.
She took a piece of mango shortbread and brought it to Feng Xinglang's plate, and Feng Xinglang ate it;
Xue Luo took another piece, and Feng Xinglang continued to eat up;
After taking the third piece, the snow fell and stopped. Feng Xinglang ate three pieces of mango shortcake, which is enough to illustrate his preference.