Feeling Zhang Jin's hand under his armpit, although he hadn't scratched it yet, He Qingqian, who was afraid of itching, was already deeply afraid, so he had to say the reason for his radiant spirit with a pleading face.

"That's it...... It's just ......, I think Mr. Xiao's "Taoism...... "Technique" seems to be very useful, I don't want to be normal when I wake up this morning...... In this way, I don't have to rest for so long at a time, and you don't have to be so sad......"

He Qingqian was shy and timid, and after finishing speaking intermittently, he plunged his head into Zhang Jin's arms, buried his pretty face that had been burned badly, and refused to lift it.

Thinking of the shameful postures he posed last night, and remembering the cooperation he had to make yesterday at the strong request of the man, He Qingqian is still ashamed to death. Especially when his man forced him to say it, he was so ashamed that he was about to catch fire, soft as a beach.

He Qingqian's shame and love made Zhang Jin more and more unstoppable. After hugging the nephrite beauty in his arms tightly, Zhang Jin used his hand to support He Qingqian's small buttocks, which were not huge, but also felt excellent and gracefully shaped, and kneading and grasping the dough while saying with a wicked smile:

"So Lao Chen's fake bullnose's 'room surgery' is still a little effective? But why do I feel unreliable? Why don't we try it again now and see if you're delusional?

Do you remember that the great man said that 'without practice, there is no right to speak', and now in clinical medicine, the promotion of drugs and medical methods has to go through many and repeated experiments before the results can be obtained.

So, let's not jump to conclusions. Try it twice! ”

Speaking of this, Zhang Jin completely lifted the sheepskin draped on his body, revealing the wolf face under the sheepskin, his hand had already reached into the home clothes, and the smooth skin on He Qing's shallow buttocks began to make short contact.

The touch of Zhang Jin's hot palm made He Qingqian tremble nervously, and a layer of goosebumps rose on his body with excitement. Although there is a lot of love in my heart, although I am willing to do it in my heart. But knowing her man's combat power and staying power, she had to make the last struggle.

"Husband, don't want it!

It's not early, Mom may come back at any time, if Mom comes back and bumps into it, it will be embarrassing!

Or at night, at night, can't I do whatever you want? ”

Zhang Jin looked up at the wall clock on the wall, and saw that the hour hand had already passed nine o'clock. According to my mother's usual daily routine, I must have come back from grocery shopping before half past ten. Urging myself to prepare lunch.

Such a little time. It's really not enough to toss on your own. It's true that I can't make myself happy.

So, Zhang Jin had no choice but to take out his hands that were already stained with water stains after some hand addiction and made He Qingqian's legs and feet weak. Frivolously took his hand to the front of his eyes and swiped the water flower. He sniffed in front of his nose again, and then threatened viciously in a very ruffian, very hooligan, very Ximenqing, and very Tian Boguang tone:

"It's not a coincidence now, uncle, I'll let you go for the time being! When it's night, you'll see how I'll clean you up. Wait, little girl, wait for the terrifying night to come! Wait to tremble under the uncle...... Roar Roar Roar Roar ......"

After the laughter of the very bad guy, Zhang Jincai finally let go of He Qingqian, and let this big beautiful girl who was so ashamed that she almost collapsed into a puddle of water leave in a hurry like Little Red Riding Hood who was intimidated by the big bad wolf, and staggered to the bathroom to 'tidy up housekeeping'.

And the big villain, the big bad wolf Zhang Jin. With a lewd smile, he 'throws' himself back onto the sofa, his hands behind his head, humming the tune of 'eighteen touches' in his mouth, and squinting his eyes lustfully, thanking 'Lao Chen', the 'eighteenth generation ancestor' of his confidant and friend.

When He Qingqian finished tidying up 'housekeeping' in the bathroom. With a shy flush on his face that had not yet dissipated, when he continued to clean the house, Zhang Jin began to think about his next plan in his head:

"The weather seems to be good today, what are you going to do in the afternoon after lunch?"

Do you just stay at home, surf the Internet, drink tea, cook and be an otaku, or go out and find something to do?

If you go out, what can you do? ’

Zhang Jin, who thought about it for a long time and didn't come up with any regulations, simply gave up this very brain-consuming activity, pulled out a tablet computer and a cigarette pouch pot from the bottom of the sofa coffee table, and ordered a pot of heavenly herbs.

Since I can't think of anything to do, I'll just stay at home and surf the Internet. As for the good weather outside, if you live up to it, you will live up to it, anyway, it will be a long time in the future, and it will not be bad this time or twice. ’

Too lazy to think, too lazy to move!

This is the authentic lazy thinking, the lazy life model.

Just when Zhang Jin was casually watching some interesting videos and sketches on the Internet, Zhang Jin's phone rang.

When Zhang Jin looked in the direction where the ringtone came, he found that his mobile phone was on the other end of the coffee table, more than 1,500 millimeters away from him, and when he had to get up if he wanted to get his hands, Zhang Jin, who had not yet learned the "Dragon Control Crane Gong" in the "Three Kingdoms" system, immediately gave up his plan to answer the phone.

Nothing important could have happened anyway. I'll see who's beating when I get up later, and then I'll think about whether I want to go back! ’

Once the laziness in Zhang Jin's bones comes up, unless there is a big event like the collapse of the sky, he will definitely not move.

Zhang Jin's mobile phone rang over and over again, but Zhang Jin's ears, who came up lazily, seemed to have turned on the sound filtering function, and turned a deaf ear to his cheerful melody. I'm still looking at the funny videos on the Internet, hehe, hey, giggling.

It wasn't until He Qingqian, who was cleaning the kitchen, couldn't listen anymore and walked out and sent the mobile phone that was 'quite far away' from Zhang Jin to Zhang Jin's hand, that Zhang Jin reluctantly took the phone.

When Zhang Jin just pressed the answer button and put the earpiece to his ear, he heard a series of words rushing out of the earpiece like a torrent:

"Zhang, how did you think about what I told you last time? I don't think you want to miss it, right? ”

Listening to the pure Gallic language muttering in the earpiece, Zhang Jin couldn't help frowning.

The caller was the same chef as the old man Tao in the imperial dining room, and because of his 'Great Gallic idea' thoughts, and the old man Tao of the 'Imperial Han', the Gallic rooster, the old man Bloom.

This top chef, who regards French cuisine as his life and has dozens of Michelin-level top Western restaurants, supported Mr. Tao to successfully hold the first 'World Gastronomy and Beijing Exchange Conference' last year as an assistant and one of the founders, and took over the hosting power this year and served as the chairman of the organizing committee of the second 'World Gastronomy Exchange Conference', and put the venue of this 'World Gastronomy Exchange' in Gallic Paris, and the time was put on February 2 of the following year, the festival of Gallic gourmets - Holy Wax Festival!

As one of the many gourmets and world celebrity chefs recognized as the 'No. 1 Chef' at last year's World Gourmet Exchange, Zhang Jin received an invitation letter from the Organizing Committee of the Exchange led by Mr. Bloom at the end of last year's World Gourmet and Beijing Conference. But at that time, Zhang Jin, who had just participated in a food exchange meeting and collected countless recipes, had no interest in participating in the second session. So, politely declined Bloom's invitation!

As a result, it didn't come to pass, after this old man was rejected, he didn't give up, but turned into a haunting goblin, turned into a big snot that couldn't be shaken off when it stuck to his hands, and he didn't let go when he got it.

In the first session, with a snack white soup 'the first fresh in the world', Chef Zhang Jinzhang, a world-famous master who was all in the audience, did not participate in the second 'food exchange meeting' organized by his Bloom, how regrettable should it be?

Even if this second session is organized with his full strength, no matter how vigorous and unprecedented, without Zhang Jin's skills that far surpass all famous chefs, it is also a fly in the ointment! This kind of regret is enough to make a perfectionist like Bloom unable to dissolve it for the rest of his life.

Moreover, Bloom is actually very similar to Mr. Tao in some ways. In fact, like Mr. Tao, he regards the creation and hosting of the 'World Food Exchange' as a milestone in his life.

Even Old Man Bloom hoped that after his death, his tombstone would be engraved with words like this:

……

Doro. Bloom. Duke (1958~20**)

Famous French chef and founder of the world chain of Burgundy restaurants

One of the original founders of the World Gastronomy Exchange

Vice Chairman and Vice Chairman of the Preparatory Committee of the 1st World (except Korean Bangguo) Food and Beijing Exchange Conference

Chairman and Chairman of the Preparatory Committee of the 2nd World (except Korean Base) Gastronomy and Paris Exchange Conference

Its contribution to the development of world cuisine......

……

It is precisely because of this ambition in Bloom's heart that the food scene of the whole country of Han Bang withdrew from the 'World Food Exchange', which is no problem, because Han Bang's so-called food is really lackluster. It's like a horse race, missing a knight on a pig, at most to make this race less funny, but not to make this race less exciting.

However, Zhang Jin, the chef who was the most eye-catching in the first 'World Food Exchange Conference' and was publicly named 'the world's first' by almost all the world celebrity chefs attending the first session, withdrew from the second 'World (except Korean Bangguo) Food and Paris Exchange Conference' held by himself, which is absolutely not good!

This is definitely not allowed by Bloom, who intends to make the '2nd World Food Exchange' a world-class event.

If the best chefs in the world didn't attend, what kind of 'World Gastronomy Exchange' was? That's too much of a misnomer?

ps：

I recommend my buddy's book "Divine Desolation", which is the new work of Yun Shaoqing, who wrote "The Fierce Warrior Monk".

It's worth looking forward to

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