Sit at the wrong table on a blind date, get married to the heir of a billionaire family

At night, Gan Qi had a dream.

In the dream, there was a man who always turned his back to me.His neck is particularly fair, and his hair is neatly combed.

But I just can't see who it is.

It seemed to be Meng Yan...but she couldn't be sure.

Gan Qi wanted to run in front of him to see what this man looked like, but he always woke up at the critical moment.

I have been in low spirits these days due to too many dreams.

Early in the morning, Gan Qi opened her eyes and found that she was half an hour later than usual, so she got up in a hurry.

She especially wanted to eat the fried dough sticks downstairs, so she bought two while buying breakfast, and then went to the newly opened snack shop to buy a fragrant grilled sausage.

After coming back, the whole living room was filled with the smell of grilled sausages.

When Gan Qi went to the kitchen to get a bowl, she discovered a strange "pot" on the countertop, which was fat and weird in shape.

She bent down to check. There were buttons on the edge of the pot.

Strange...when did this arrive?I didn't pay much attention yesterday.

At this time, Meng Yan opened the door of his master bedroom and had obviously finished washing.

"Mr. Meng, what kind of pot is this? It has a power cord and is as fat as a little robot."

Meng Yan replied casually without looking at it: "Wok."

Fully automatic wok.

Gan Qi remembered seeing similar advertisements on TV, but this was the first time she had seen them in her life.

The buttons are written in Chinese, and the workmanship looks very high-end, so it seems to be quite expensive.

Fortunately, Gan Qi's English was good when she was in school, so she carefully identified the button instructions:

Seasoning, water, salt...

This fully automatic wok was sent by Meng Yan's friend in Germany. You only need to cut the ingredients to be cooked and put the seasonings in different positions in order.

It will automatically fry a fragrant dish according to the set program.

"This is too advanced!" Gan Qi couldn't help but sigh.

Seeing the curious look in her eyes, Meng Yan disagreed.

He heard from his friends that elite white-collar workers in big cities resist takeout, and many use this kind of fully automatic cooking machine.

Both healthy and effective.

Meng Yan sat at the dining table and looked at the fried dough sticks, steamed buns, and grilled sausages placed on it.

She didn't make breakfast this morning.

Gan Qi came out of the kitchen, "I didn't expect Mr. Meng to follow this kind of fashion... Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't have time to cook today."

"fine."

Meng Yan had no expression on his face, "There is no need to trap women in the kitchen. Leave the tasks that can be taught to machines to machines, freeing up time to focus on more meaningful things."

This is his heart.

Women only have 24 hours a day. If they spend all of them doing housework and cooking, they will not only have no value, but they will also be easily looked down upon.

Even if she pretends to be an ordinary person now, his wife cannot be reduced to a poor housewife. There are so many beautiful things in life, how can she be trapped in trivial household chores?

Gan Qi went back to the kitchen and brought out the beaten soy milk, and saw Meng Yan expressionlessly tying his tie with his hands.

"The grilled sausages sold downstairs are very delicious! Try them."

"Ah."

No matter what he said, his face always looked like a pool of stagnant water.

After all, they had been married for a few days, and Gan Qi was already used to his appearance.

"Mr. Meng, although you always have a cold face, you are actually quite considerate."

Meng Yan was stunned. He rarely heard someone praise him so openly. He picked up the fried dough sticks and took a bite without saying anything.

Sugar-coated shells.

Don't be smart about this woman. She has heard a lot of obedient words since she was a child. Don't even think that she will be impressed by her.

The next second, Gan Qi cut the sausage into several sections and gently put it into his bowl.

There was more sunshine on her face, and her whole person was soft and refreshing.

Meng Yan especially doesn't like others adding things to his bowl. Usually when he eats at home, everyone watches his face carefully.

Not to mention picking up food, you can't even touch his bowl.

Now, Gan Qi has added something to his bowl. In order to not look so strange, he can only bite the bullet and eat it.

He usually only eats grilled sausages made from imported meat, which is made by hand. This kind of street food is full of technology and hard work.

The rich aroma is all about essence.

Gan Qi thought his food was delicious, "Isn't it delicious?"

Meng Yan nodded against his will.

Gan Qi: "I know that no one will refuse the delicious grilled sausage."

Meng Yan: "Do you particularly like this?"

When she was a child, Gan Qi would salivate every time she smelled the rich aroma of grilled sausages, but because she had no pocket money, she could only watch others eat.

At that time, Wen Wen would occasionally buy one with her own pocket money, and one person would share half of it with two people.

Meng Yan: "I'll give you something good to try one day!"

Gan Qi hummed, not paying attention to what he meant by "good".

At this moment, Meng Yan regretted that he had concealed the identity of the richest young master of the Meng family. It was not easy to maintain the image of this ordinary worker now!

"By the way, Mr. Meng."

Gan Qi suddenly remembered something important and wanted to ask him.