The petite little wife: don't misunderstand the proud president

What's more terrible is that even the ingredients are selected with ulterior motives that are said to be aphrodisiac ingredients: oysters that are said to be extremely helpful in the production of male hormones, Indian curry that is said to contain a variety of aphrodisiac spices, and the Black truffles, and caviar, which is known as an aphrodisiac...

Lan Xinhui really hoped that Wang Zichen wouldn't see such tricks.

However, when Wang Zichen saw those dishes, he raised that damned mysterious smile again: "Wow, they really put their heart into it!"

Lan Xinhui secretly broke out in a cold sweat, regretting that she ordered such a meal without hearing clearly.

But at this point, she can only pretend that she doesn't know the function of these dishes.She forced herself to serve Wang Zichen with soup.

Wang Zichen took it with his left hand, and said to her: "Eat quickly, or it won't taste good if it's cold." He brought the bowl to his mouth, and drank the soup directly from the bowl.

Lan Xinhui also filled a bowl of soup and drank it, when she was about to finish the soup, she saw Wang Zichen put the empty bowl back on the table, he said: "It's delicious, but it seems that there are a lot of ingredients in it. "

Looking at the upturned corners of his mouth, you can tell what the "material" in "adding a lot of material" is.

Lan Xinhui looked down at the sip of soup left in her soup bowl, wondering if she should continue to drink it.

After Wang Zichen put the bowl away, he picked up the chopsticks, but he couldn't use chopsticks with his left hand, so he couldn't pick up anything.

Seeing this, Lan Xinhui drank the soup in the bowl in one gulp, put the soup bowl away, and picked up the chopsticks to help him pick up the vegetables.

She raised her chopsticks and asked, "What do you want to eat?"

"Try the black truffle first." Wang Zichen said.Lan Xinhui gave him a black truffle, he opened his mouth and ate it.

While chewing the black truffle in his mouth carefully, he nodded to show that it was delicious, and gestured for Lan Xinhui to taste it too.

Lan Xinhui put down his chopsticks, picked up a black truffle with her own chopsticks, and tasted it too.

This was the first time she ate a black truffle, and she could smell the faint fragrance just as she held it to her mouth.After eating it in her mouth, she felt that it had a complex taste, a bit like mushrooms, a bit like garlic, a bit of earth, and a very special, indescribable taste.

She thought about it, and remembered that she once said in a book that the smell of black truffle was like the essence of a man.

She had just thought of this when she heard Wang Zichen ask: "How is it, does it taste okay?"

Lan Xinhui was inexplicably startled because she was immersed in her thoughts, she subconsciously swallowed what was in her mouth, and immediately coughed.

"No? Are you scared by this?" Wang Zichen was a little amused, and stretched out his left hand to gently caress her back.

Being gently caressed by him on the back, Lan Xinhui suddenly remembered that once in a while, after she "helped him", he always panted and gently stroked her back, and she smelled a strange smell in her nasal cavity.

At this moment, Lan Xinhui felt that the taste of the truffle left in her mouth was more like that strange taste, and she coughed even worse.

"Didn't I just ask you how it tasted? Why did you react so strongly?" Wang Zichen leaned over and said in a low voice, "Did you think of going somewhere else?"

"Cough, cough, no...no." Lan Xinhui pushed away his hand, went to the bathroom and washed her face with cold water, and then gradually calmed down.The redness on her face gradually faded away.

Going back to the seat beside the bed, she sat down and continued to eat. She first used Wang Zichen's chopsticks to pick up the food for him, then put down the chopsticks again, picked up her own chopsticks, and went to pick up the food again.

It would be troublesome to do so. Moreover, Wang Zichen talked to her from time to time, and after a few words, she couldn't remember whether she was holding her own chopsticks or Wang Zichen's chopsticks.