Under One Person: I, Jiaqian Jushi, work from nine to five.

Seeing Qu Tong return, Zhou Fengliu also stood up and said:

"It's ok."

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Chapter 451 Choosing Between Eating and Not Eating: Eating is the Best Option! (Second Update)

As you can see, Qu Tong put down the red wine and then went back to the kitchen to prepare the last dish.

Before long, Qu Tong served the last dish, and this dinner, which was just for the two of them, was finally completed under Qu Tong's skillful hands.

Zhou Fengliu glanced at the home-style dishes on the table.

Nine-turn large intestine.

Nourishing pigeon soup.

Small black sauce abalone...

Qu Tong made these dishes...

Whether they taste good or not is another matter, but they're all quite funny.

The two took their seats, and Qu Tong, without any hesitation, picked up her chopsticks and placed a piece of braised pork intestines in front of Zhou Fengliu's mouth:

"Come on, Jay Chou...don't be shy, try my cooking."

Looking at the colorful and fragrant Nine-Turned Intestines in front of him, Zhou Fengliu's mind was filled with images of open and covert schemes.

Qu Tong probably wouldn't intentionally preserve the original flavor of the ingredients, right?

Zhou Fengliu had some doubts in his heart.

At this moment, facing this large intestine was like gambling on whether Qu Tong's gun had bullets in it.

To eat or not to eat?

These are two options.

Under Qu Tong's gaze, Zhou Fengliu chose the third option between eating and not eating.

Like eating!

What does "like eating" mean?

Just like when I eat!

As can be seen, Zhou Fengliu manipulated the airflow to create slight vibrations between Qu Tong's chopsticks, causing the large intestine to detach from the chopsticks and roll down the table to the ground, completing a series of eating actions!

"Oops...sorry, Jay Chou, I didn't hold it properly."

Qu Tong subconsciously wanted to feed Zhou Fengliu another piece, but Zhou Fengliu anticipated her move and presented her with a piece of braised pork intestines.

"President Qu, it's alright, it's alright. You've worked so hard for so long, you must be exhausted. Here... let me feed you."

Hearing Zhou Fengliu's words, Qu Tong was taken aback at first. Looking at the gentle Zhou Fengliu in front of her, she didn't think too much about it and naturally accepted Zhou Fengliu's feeding.

As Qu Tong chewed, a unique flavor, distinct from large intestine, emerged from the interplay of sweet, savory, and salty tastes.

This large intestine...

Not right.

Something's definitely not right!

Qu Tong sensed something was off about the large intestine. She frowned and then spat it out.

"What's going on? It tastes weird."

Hearing Qu Tong's question, Zhou Fengliu also asked in a calm and collected manner:

"President Qu, did you wash your intestines thoroughly?"

"Washed? Of course it was washed, the outside was spotless," Qu Tong replied.

"Where's it?"

"in..."

Qu Tong suddenly realized something. She had assumed these were all pre-processed ingredients that only needed a quick rinse when she got back...

Now that I see...

sloppy.

Zhou Fengliu successfully avoided danger this time, but it's Sister Ma who's suffering.

It's like the boomerang hitting you on the head before it even gets off the ground.

Once Qu Tong realized where the problem lay, she threw the whole plate of braised pork intestines into the trash can, then pointed to the other dishes on the table and assured them:

"Mr. Jay, you can eat other things... other things are definitely fine."

Faced with Qu Tong's assurance, Zhou Fengliu found it hard to believe.

He had initially thought Qu Tong was a craftswoman, but it turned out the "craftswoman" part only included the "extraordinary person," and she had no actual skills whatsoever...

Looking at the other dishes on the table, Zhou Fengliu truly felt that money was hard to earn and life was unbearable.

Fortunately, there were no further unexpected problems with the next few dishes.

Whether it's abalone in black sauce or pigeon soup, they're incredibly delicious when eaten hot.

...

As Qu Tong had originally planned, the two of them would sip red wine, accompanied by soft, romantic music playing in the house, along with the candlelight dinner she had personally prepared for Zhou Fengliu...

Wouldn't that make Zhou Fengliu's mouth droop like a beak?

However, Qu Tong's design did not seem to attract Zhou Fengliu's attention.

After all, Zhou Fengliu was allergic to romance.

If it weren't for the Nine-Turned Intestines incident, he might have cooperated with Qu Tong for a while, but now... if there really isn't any more sweet talk coming up, he might really have to take his leave first.

He ate the sugar-coated bullets...

But if it's a honey trap or something... he really can't resist it.

"President Qu, I have an early meeting tomorrow morning, so I need to go back and rest now. Your cooking is excellent, and I'll definitely come back to try it next time I have the chance."

Hearing Zhou Fengliu say he was leaving, Qu Tong's expression remained unchanged.

She didn't even get up, watching Zhou Fengliu's departing figure, she slowly said:

"You can leave now, go ahead and leave if you want... All that effort I put into preparing this meal was wasted, and you barely touched a bite..."

This was a tactic of feigning indifference to lure her in, a strategic retreat to gain her favor and get Zhou Fengliu to stay and have a meal with her.

However... who exactly is Zhou Fengliu?

That's a lay Buddhist who pays extra.

Play hard to get?

Retreat to advance?

What does it have to do with him?

If he wants to leave, he really will... He won't stay.

"Goodbye, President Nagqu."

Zhou Fengliu picked up his clothes from the sofa, said goodbye to Qu Tong, and was about to leave.

"?"

Qu Tong was stunned when she saw that Zhou Fengliu was really leaving.

"No... Jay Chou, are you really leaving..."

She didn't even have time to put on slippers, and was walking barefoot on the ground.

Check it out.

She is in a hurry.

She couldn't be ambiguous about winning over Zhou Fengliu, so she was willing to swallow her pride to keep him around.

After all... she doesn't have much time left.

She wrapped her arms around Zhou Fengliu's waist from behind and simultaneously launched her double-handed attack.

As a blue aura emanated from her body and gradually enveloped Zhou Fengliu, she spoke in a slightly seductive voice:

"Mr. Jay Chou, you don't own a house in Beijing yet, do you?"

"If you need... I happen to have some here. Just don't leave yet, listen to me for a moment... I can give you anything you want."

Another round of sweet talk came flying in; it was cheesy, but it was definitely effective.

Hearing Qu Tong's words, Zhou Fengliu was taken aback at first, and then he also expressed his appreciation for Sister Ma's understanding.

It would have been so much better if we had done this sooner.

Talking about relationships is so expensive...