Chapter 1562 Care
An hour and a half before Page and the others left for the airport, a bowl of clear porridge was finally served to them.
This bowl of porridge was cooked personally by the sexy oriental female star who had a deep impression on them, and was served in a bowl with a gold rim.
"Thank you," Peppa Pig only took a sip, then pretended that it was too hot and mixed it with a spoon.
Brin glanced at Page, took a sip, and then looked at Feng Yiping who was eating sweetly in confusion, "Is our sense of taste dull, or does your bowl taste better?"
This kid can't get used to eating this food without oil or salt.
"You can have a taste," Feng Yiping said with a smile.
"I want sugar," he said with a frown.
"No," Feng Yiping said almost at the same time as Marika.
Page looked at them strangely, "Why?"
Feng Yiping made a gesture of invitation, and Marika nodded, "Sugar and dairy products will increase the burden on the digestive system,"
Because there were three wealthy people dining here with a combined net worth of nearly 50 billion US dollars, she was very obedient and did not mention words such as "diarrhea."
"Look, this is the difference between children who grow up in developing countries and children who grow up in developed countries," Feng Yiping said in a derogatory tone to the two.
Actually, before having children, he was not clear about such things. After having children, he understood a lot of common sense in life.
Parents are their children's first teachers. This is not just a saying. Teaching and learning make sense. The process of raising our children is actually another process of our own growth.
But Brin always felt that there seemed to be something fishy in the process, so he took a spoonful of Feng Yiping's bowl and said, "It seems like yours is more delicious."
Haha, this guy!
Page looked at the bowl of porridge in front of Feng Yiping, and he seemed to want to try it. At this time, Brin whispered in his ear, and he immediately laughed, and it was a little ambiguous.
Feng Yiping smiled and pointed at the two of them. He knew that what Brin said was definitely not serious.
Feng Yiping, who is known for his precise vision, also guessed correctly this time. What Brin said to Page was, "Because Feng's bowl of porridge contains more thoughts."
Seeing the three usually aloof people in front of her, interacting with each other in front of her, looking relaxed on the surface, but actually quite uneasy in her heart, Marika finally felt a little more relaxed, "I've prepared this,"
She took out two more glass bottles from the food box, and Peppa Pig immediately shouted, "Pickles!"
Feng Yiping was very sure that even if his girlfriend Annie appeared here, he probably wouldn't be so excited.
No way, Americans, they have a myth about pickled cucumbers that is hard to figure out and understand.
Originally, the word pickle refers to pickled vegetables, such as pickled cabbage (pickled cabbage) and pickled onion (pickled onion). However, because Americans love the honey juice of pickled cucumbers, the word pickle has developed to this day. It can be directly equal to pickled cucumber. As long as you say pickle, people will know what you are referring to. There is no need to specifically say pickled cucumber.
With their one specialty, pickled cucumbers, they naturally created a large series, for example, 10% sour, 20% sour..., up to 100% sour.
In many supermarkets, there will be almost an aisle dedicated to pickled cucumbers.
An American, whether he comes from the East Coast or the West Coast, whether he comes from cold Alaska or hot Hawaii, will definitely have a special liking for a certain kind of pickled cucumber.
Let's put it this way, even the White House of the United States, in addition to those lofty offices, also has a room specifically for the president and his wife to pickle cucumbers.
That is to say, the two parents-in-law, George W. Bush and Laura, will also say "you wash the cucumbers and I will pickle them" in the White House - this seems to be a perfect match for the match made by heaven.
Americans love pickled cucumbers, and even Koreans who regard kimchi as a treasure are amazed because there are certainly not many Koreans who would use kimchi as a snack, but many Americans do. Not only do they eat kimchi in hamburgers , hot dogs, sandwiches... pickles are added to many dishes, and they will really eat pickles as snacks.
If you find a few cucumbers packed in plastic bags in the bag of an American young girl, don't think wrongly, they are really used as snacks by her.
Oh, by the way, the cucumbers used to make pickles in the United States are generally short, although they are fat.
"This is provided by a GM executive," Marika just explained, and was surprised to see the two super rich people picking up one of them and chewing on it in a very shameless manner, with their faces intoxicated with honey.
This is so satisfying! she thinks.
Feng Yiping was much more reserved. Originally, he could drink white porridge with great flavor. When Marika took out the bottle, he smelled that it was Chinese-style pickled cabbage. It could only be regarded as the icing on the cake.
"Thank you for taking the trouble,"
“A friend of mine got this from a Chinese company called Huawei,” Mallika said.
That's really hard work.
There are American companies all over Bangalore, but Chinese companies are really rare. The most famous one is Huawei. In 1999, Huawei was very forward-looking and set up an R&D institution here.
Such a small bottle of pickled cabbage must have cost her a lot of thought.
"As long as you like it," Marika felt like she was chosen by a big Hollywood movie.
She sat there, full of excitement.
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At the hotel entrance, Paige looked at Feng Yiping, as if she wanted to say something but stopped. Finally, before the car door closed, Paige still held Feng Yiping. He waved to Marika, who was still on the roof and didn't come down, and patted Feng Yiping on the shoulder. Finally, he only said one sentence, "Take care."
"Don't worry," Feng Yiping understood what they meant.
In other words, if the relationship was not really good, they would definitely not worry about this.
"Ruhan, don't let Jingping know about what happened last night," he said to Lin Ruhan who came to pick up Paige and the others.
"Okay, boss,"
Before the motorcade set off, Feng Yiping saw that Brin quietly made a "come on" gesture to him.
This guy!
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Feng Yiping returned to the recliner on the top floor. He was indeed a little weak, but fortunately Mike was there, and he could handle many things.
Marika was naturally a little happy. She propped her chin with her hand and asked Feng Yiping with a smile, "I thought that as a rich man like you, you must have endless work to do."
"Well, we also have human rights, okay?" Instead of sleeping alone upstairs, it is always more pleasant to have a beautiful woman accompany you.
Patients, they should be in a good mood.
"Hehe," Marika covered her mouth and laughed softly, and there was another turbulent wave, "I didn't expect that a super rich like you would feel that you have no human rights?"
"So, people and things that look beautiful and mysterious from a distance, as long as you look closer, you will find that they are neither mysterious nor beautiful," Feng Yiping glanced at her.
"I am very honored to have the opportunity to meet super rich people like you. I still find your life very novel," she said, but she did not hesitate to mention Feng Yiping's super richness.
"It's no different. When I come to you, I will get a stomachache the first time, right?"
"Hehe," two laughs rang out, the other one was Mike who still followed Feng Yiping up.
"As an Indian, I'm sorry that you have such an experience, so I think it's necessary to do something for you,"
"Thank you, you've done enough,"
"No, I don't think it's enough," Marika came closer and lowered her head slightly. Feng Yiping turned away calmly, that, don't look at it.
He had a very intuitive understanding of the size of the person in front of him. From the movie "Love and Resentment", when he lay down, he was as big as a bowl, very and quite spectacular.
"I heard that you are going to Mumbai next?" she asked.
This can't be concealed. There are public reports on his next trip in local newspapers, even in New Delhi newspapers.
"Yes, I hope to go there to have a look," As a businessman, when he comes to India, he can not go to New Delhi, but he must go to Mumbai, because it is the commercial center and commercial capital of India.
"I just happen to be going home, can you save a seat for me on your plane?" Marika stared at Feng Yiping intently.
"You know, my plane just left to send Page and the others back to the United States,"
"That's just right. I was also planning to charter a plane. Would I have the honor to invite you to join me?"
This really couldn't be refused.
So, in the afternoon, there was one more person on the special plane sent by the Tata Group to pick up Feng Yiping.
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We have to say that no matter what, it is always a pleasant thing when there is an eye-catching woman among the people traveling together.
The special plane sent by the Tata Group is much more luxurious than the Gulfstream of Feng Yiping, who advocates simplicity. As an ancient civilization, India is also very good at luxurious decoration.
For example, the main seat where Feng Yiping and his friends sat was much more luxurious than his own, and it occupied more space. In fact, it was slightly separated from the other seats.
After boarding the plane, Mike and his friends seemed very tired and quickly closed their eyes. Only Marika whispered to Feng Yiping about some of the situation in Mumbai.
The two sat face to face. In order to make Feng Yiping hear her clearly, Marika often lay on the table, which forced Feng Yiping to look out the window frequently. That is, do not look at anything indecent.
"My favorite Mumbai landscape is the Seaside Boulevard," Marika said.
At this time, Feng Yiping on the opposite side moved. Marika blushed and lowered her head and said, "I'm sorry,"
Feng Yiping smiled and said, "Blame me,"
It was really hard for him to respond to this, "It's okay,"
Just now, under the table, the thighs of the two people touched intimately.
Feng Yiping subconsciously bounced away immediately, so the movement was a bit big.
The two people who were chatting happily just now were a little silent. At this time, the flight attendant came over, "Mr. Feng, do you need anything?"
Feng Yiping shook his head, but Marika on the opposite side brought her a satellite phone, "No special arrangements tonight," she asked.
"I'll rest tonight. I'll visit the Tata Group headquarters tomorrow morning,"
"Oh, that's good," she smiled and made a call.
Although it was forbidden to listen to anything inappropriate, but in such a small space, Feng Yiping still vaguely heard something. She seemed to be confirming something very important with someone.
As she relaxed and leaned on the seat, under the table, the two people's legs had more opportunities to come into contact. They would often separate once, and after a while, they would touch lightly once, and then separate, and then they would This cycle goes on and on.
Marika, who was on the phone, would sometimes smile into the phone, but her eyes would be fixed on Feng Yiping, and sometimes she would act like a very natural little girl.
Feng Yiping felt that with each contact under the table, his body temperature seemed to rise a little.
To be honest, it is impossible to not feel a little ups and downs in my heart when facing such a person whom I have once fantasized about.
However, he quickly remembered Jin Ling's words when he was in Athens. With his own personality, it was better not to think about any more ONS. He couldn't control such emotions.
When he reflected on himself, he also figured out the truth that all serious mistakes have one thing in common: the failure to restrain emotional impulse.
This is true in work, and even more so in life.
He was happy to have a beautiful woman by his side, but furthermore, he still had to hold it in check.
"I'm sorry." In Marika's surprised eyes, he stood up and walked to Mike in the back, "Mike, I have a problem that I need to discuss with you."
Mike couldn't help but glance in front of him. This boss was really not an ordinary person!