"Well, it tastes so good." Su Qiao didn't even raise his head, and kept his mouth occupied.
Compared to Western food, Su Qiao is actually more keen on Chinese food, but the kind that tastes heavier and meatier.
For example, various spicy barbecues and various hot pots.
When you eat it, you will feel happy and happy all over your body.
"I will try my best."
"Huh?"
Cen Mohan's endless words finally made Su Qiao look up from her delicious food.
"What are you trying for?"
Cen Mohan smiled, put on gloves, and peeled the shrimp for her.
"I heard that men in Haishi can cook, do housework, and take care of children. They are careful and considerate."
"Who said that?"
Why hasn't she heard that the men here are so homely?
She also couldn't imagine him doing housework, taking care of the children, and being a househusband at home.
Cen Mohan put the peeled shrimp on a small plate and pushed it in front of her along with the ingredients.
"Chris."
Su Qiao picked one up, dipped it in some sauce, stuffed it into his mouth and tasted it.
It tastes really good.
"She is a foreigner, do you believe what she says?"
"There are men everywhere in the country who are good at doing housework and are considerate, but there are more men who don't do housework at all and only care about making money outside."
Just like, there are good men everywhere and scumbags everywhere. This kind of thing cannot be divided by region.
"You hate men who make money outside?"
Cen Mohan frowned slightly.
He used to be quite busy at work.
Basically, there is little home.
His sister often complained that he spent more time in hotels than at home.
It seems that he needs to change appropriately.
Money is something that can't be earned in full.
Of course, the most important thing is that he actually doesn't know what the use of that thing is. It can neither bring him happiness nor health.
When he was a child, he would often feel confused when he saw those people in his family who were busy, fighting for power, and scheming and fighting for money.
He felt that no matter how much money he made, he only had one mouth to eat, a house to sleep in, and a bed to sleep on.
What is the use of all the money earned in the bank?
Can he take it with him when he dies?
If you take it away, can you use it when you get there?
In general, he feels that as long as the money is enough for him, no matter how much it is, it is just decoration.
"I hate self-righteous men." Su Qiao said very simply.
"I hate it too." Cen Mohan said more simply.
Su Qiao: "..."
You are a man, you hate self-righteous men, what does this mean?
Do you always feel weird?
Cen Mohan didn't think there was anything strange about him. He remembered the conversation between Su Qiao and Wang Zhiyao that he heard before.
"Don't you like children?"
Su Qiao thought for a while and said, "Just in general, I can't say I particularly like it, nor can I say I particularly dislike it."
"What, you like it?"
Cen Mohan put a piece of fish with bones removed into her bowl and shook her head slowly. "I'm just like you, I can't say I like it, nor can I say I hate it."
"..." Su Qiao bit her chopsticks and stared at him.
What else is different about you from me?
Cen Mohan understood the meaning in her eyes and suddenly smiled, "Except that I am a boy and you are a girl, and I am taller than you and you are shorter than me, we have the same preferences."
The main reason is that he didn't have any special preferences before.
In other words, he doesn't have any particular favorites or hobbies.
Many times, he felt like an outsider, silently watching the development of the world, watching the people around him working hard, being lazy and comfortable, or living with the flow.
Starting today, he decided to like her preferences as his own.