“I’m hungry.” Jiang Ming changed the topic. “I’ve sent someone to get some fresh seafood ingredients for hotpot. They should be on their way here right now.”
Quan Jue raised his eyebrows. “You still want to eat here?”
Jiang Ming smiled shamelessly. “It’s so boring to eat alone.”
“I’m not alone,” Quan Jue said with a cold smile.
Jiang Ming choked on his words. He could see the mockery in his eyes, making fun of him for being single.
“You can’t be like this.” Jiang Ming’s gaze instantly became bitter. “You don’t want me anymore after having a sister. Quan Jue, do you really think this is a good idea?”
Quan Jue couldn’t be bothered to talk to him anymore. He turned around and walked out of the room.
Chi Jiao was browsing Weibo in boredom.
She had already released the lucky draw for her new product on her Weibo account. In less than two minutes, it had been forwarded more than a thousand times.
Her lucky draw was very fair and just. It completely depended on one’s personal interest.
Many of her fans were ordinary white-collar workers or students without any income. Since they couldn’t afford her products, they could try their luck and participate in the lucky draw.
“What are you doing?” The young man’s deep voice rang out above Chi Jiao’s head.
She immediately locked her phone and looked up at him with a smile. “I’m browsing Weibo.”
Quan Jue nodded. “Do you want to eat hotpot?”
Chi Jiao recalled how Quan Jue had spent 500 yuan the last time she ate a hotpot with him. Just as she was about to shake her head, he continued, “If you want to eat, we’ll eat at home.”
“I want to eat.” Whenever it was winter, Chi Jiao preferred to eat hotpot.
“Then, we’ll have dinner soon,” Quan Jue said as he walked towards the kitchen. “You can play around first.”
Chi Jiao glanced at the door of the small room just as Jiang Ming was walking out.
Although there were still yellow stains on his chest, it didn’t affect his alluring good looks at all.
Chi Jiao knew it was inappropriate to describe a man as alluring, but this was the only word that happened to describe Jiang Ming’s looks perfectly.
The evildoer strode forward with his long legs and sat opposite her. He then stared at her with interest.
He had never seen such a good actress before.
She was clearly as cold as a killer a second ago. But in the next second, she had become a weak little lolita.
This little fellow was a natural-born two-faced actress.
He didn’t expect Quan Jue to like such a girl, but on second thought, they were indeed a good match for each other.
Chi Jiao allowed herself to be sized up by him as she kept an innocent expression on her face.
“Little fellow, what’s your name?” Jiang Ming asked.
“Chi Jiao.”
“How old are you this year?” Jiang Ming asked.
Chi Jiao answered patiently, “Seventeen.”
Jiang Ming felt that she didn’t look like an adult.
“Jiaojiao, ignore him.” Quan Jue suddenly leaned out of the kitchen and looked at her.
Chi Jiao nodded obediently.
The more Jiang Ming looked at Chi Jiao, the cuter she was to him. He couldn’t help but find something to say.
Indeed, she could do whatever she wanted if she was cute enough. Even someone as cold as Quan Jue couldn’t resist this sweet temptation.
It was just that regardless of what he said next, Chi Jiao did not answer him.
Soon, Jiang Ming’s hotpot ingredients had arrived.
Quan Jue had also prepared the soup base. He had personally cooked it.
Although Chi Jiao was small, she could eat a lot of spicy food, so Quan Jue added quite a lot of it.
