They all say I'm a good wife

"What do you want to eat, why don't you have some porridge, Pengcheng's raw porridge is very good, I'll order you a piece, how about it?"

There was a buffet in the restaurant. After several people sat down, Qiu Ming asked Zhuo Lan.

Zhuo Lan was actually not hungry, usually Qiu Ming paid attention to her eating, she had already eaten on the train before, and it was just an excuse to say that she was hungry.

After thinking about it, she nodded: "Okay, then...then I'll order a raw porridge."

Hearing this, Qiu Ming stood up and walked to the porridge stall in the restaurant.

In fact, a large part of the work of an artist assistant is similar to that of a babysitter. They need to take care of the artist's basic necessities of life. This is what Lin Xiaoxiao told him back then, and he has already recorded it in his notebook.

Because men and women are different, there are many things that Qiu Ming can't do. He can only pay more attention to the matter of eating to ensure that Zhuo Lan can eat delicious meals even when he is the busiest.

Looking at Qiu Ming's back, Zhuo Lan couldn't help thinking, what would she do in the future without Qiu Ming by her side?

During this period of time, Qiu Ming took care of her in every possible way. At least no one has ever taken care of her like this since she grew up. Even the parents and elders in the family are usually busy with their livelihoods, so they would never treat her like Qiu Ming.

Zhuo Lan really felt pampered for the first time in her life. This feeling was so good that she was immersed in it.

She has never used other artist assistants before. I don't know if all artist assistants are like Qiu Ming, but she thinks it is definitely not. Qiu Ming's kindness to her comes from the bottom of her heart. She can see this clearly and understand it in her heart. .

If possible, she hopes that her current life will never change, and that Qiu Ming can always be her assistant.

Thinking of this, she couldn't help but glance at Xu Jingrong, and for some reason, she seemed to have a little resistance to this person in the blink of an eye.

Xu Jingrong didn't notice Zhuo Lan's gaze, her attention was always on Qiu Ming.

Seeing Qiu Ming take the initiative to ask Zhuo Lan what he would like to eat as soon as he sat down, and then went to get Zhuo Lan porridge, Xu Jingrong couldn't help but pursed her lips slightly.

At this moment, Wang Yuan asked, "Sister Jing Rong, what do you want to eat?"

Xu Jingrong replied: "I haven't made up my mind yet, you go get something to eat yourself first."

"Okay, then I'll get it for you later."

Wang Yuan didn't think much, turned around and went to get her food.

Zhuo Lan and Xu Jingrong didn't speak, and both of them kept silent.

After a while, Qiu Ming came back with the porridge in his hand, handed it to Zhuo Lan, and said: "I just made it, it's still very hot, be careful."

"understood."

Zhuo Lan smiled sweetly, picked up the spoon and began to eat in small bites.

I don't know if it's because she just endured the danger of "nearly losing Qiu Ming", but Zhuo Lan felt that the porridge was very sweet and warm in her stomach, which was very comfortable.

Qiu Ming just wanted to turn around and get something for himself, but he looked up and noticed that there was nothing in front of Xu Jingrong, so he asked, "Sister Jingrong, you...oh, did Miss Xiaoyuan go get you something?"

The corner of Xu Jingrong's mouth slightly turned up, then she shook her head and said, "I haven't decided what to eat yet."

After a slight pause, she glanced at Zhuo Lan's small pot of steaming porridge, and said, "But this porridge seems pretty good to me, why don't you go and get me a copy?"

"Okay, I'll get it for you now."

Qiu Ming didn't say anything, and immediately nodded in agreement, but after thinking about it, he asked again: "Sister Jingrong, what flavor of raw porridge do you want?"

"Ok?"

Xu Jingrong was puzzled.

Qiu Ming quickly explained: "The raw porridge is freshly made, and you can choose the taste and ingredients by yourself... Well, Zhuo Lan's serving is lily tremella porridge, which can prevent heatstroke and cool down, beautify the skin, and help sleep. Others include Number one scholar and first porridge, boat porridge, pork liver and lean meat porridge, dried vegetables and fish belly porridge, frog porridge, chicken porridge, beef porridge..."

Seeing Qiu Ming begin to report the name of the dish, Xu Jingrong waved her hand and said, "Then let's go to the number one scholar and the first porridge. I have eaten it once before, and it is quite delicious."

"Okay, then I'll give you the number one scholar and the first porridge."

Qiu Ming turned around and left.

After a while, he came back with a serving of hot porridge and put it in front of Xu Jingrong.

"Sister Jing Rong, I know I don't like ginger, and I already told them not to eat ginger."

Qiu Ming said this while putting down the porridge.

After hearing Qiu Ming's words, Xu Jingrong felt inexplicably happy in her heart, nodded and said, "Thank you."

Zhuo Lan next to her looked up at Xu Jingrong, then quickly lowered her head and continued to drink her porridge silently.

At this time, Wang Yuan came back and saw Qiu Ming serving porridge to Xu Jingrong, she couldn't help but said, "Sister Jingrong, why didn't you tell me if you want to eat raw porridge, I'll get it for you."

Xu Jingrong picked up a spoon to scoop up a spoonful of porridge, carefully put it to her mouth, tasted it, and responded softly: "I just wanted to try it because I saw that the porridge seemed good."

Qiu Ming also said: "Yes, it's the same if I give it to Sister Jingrong."

After speaking, he turned around to get his things.

While drinking porridge, Xu Jingrong looked at Qiu Ming's back, and a smile flashed in her eyes.

Wang Yuan didn't think much, and ate what she brought back.

After a while, Qiu Ming came back with two big plates, one in each hand, filled with all kinds of delicious food.

"Wow, you eat so much?"

Even though she knew Qiu Ming's appetite before, Wang Yuan couldn't help but say it.

Qiu Ming smiled, but said nothing.

At this moment, the mobile phone in his pocket rang suddenly, and when he took it out, it was "that man".

Qiu Ming frowned slightly, and pinched it casually.

After a while, the phone rang again, still "that man".

At the dinner table, Xu Jingrong, Zhuo Lan and Wang Yuan all looked at him, Qiu Ming thought for a while, and could only press the answer button.

On the phone, Qiu Yunguang's voice came: "Have you come to Pengcheng?"

"Ok?"

Qiu Ming was taken aback for a moment: "How do you know?"

"I called your grandmother, she told me."

Qiu Yunguang was a little angry: "Why didn't you tell me when you came to Pengcheng?"

Qiu Ming frowned, and quickly recalled the wechat message he sent to his grandma yesterday. He mentioned that he was going to work in Pengcheng, but Qiu Yunguang found out unexpectedly.

"I'm here for work, the schedule is a bit tight, and I'm leaving soon, so I'm not going to tell you."

Qiu Ming perfunctory casually, and said: "Forget it this time, come to Pengcheng next time, and I will look for you again."

"no!"

Qiu Yunguang's voice was a little unhappy: "Do you still think that I am your father, people have already come to Pengcheng, and they don't even say to come and see me, is there anyone like you?"

Qiu Ming was helpless, he didn't know what to say, he just thought that next time something like this happened, he had to tell his grandma, or maybe he couldn't tell grandma.

"Where are you? I'm coming over now."

Qiu Yunguang asked directly.

Qiu Ming hesitated a little.

Qiu Yunguang said again: "If you don't tell me, don't force me to call your company."

Ever since Qiu Ming said that he had found a job last time, Qiu Yunguang somehow found out about the company Qiu Ming worked for from the school, and he really did things like calling Feitianxia Media to find his son.

Qiu Ming frowned and could only say, "I live in Sizhou Hotel."

"Okay, you wait, I'll come over now."