Chapter 3061 Is This Mouth Covered with Poison? (78)

"Well, it tastes so good." Su Qiao didn't lift her head, her mouth was not idle.

Compared with Western food, Su Qiao is actually more keen on Chinese food, but the kind with heavier taste and meat.

Such as all kinds of spicy barbecue, all kinds of hot pot.

It tasted like a pleasant feeling all over the body.

"I will work hard."

"Um?"

Cen Mohan's endless words finally made Su Qiao lift her head from her food.

"What are you trying to do?"

Cen Mohan smiled, put on gloves, and peeled the shrimp for her.

"I heard that men in Haishi cook and do housework, take care of children, and are careful and considerate."

"who said it?"

Why didn't she hear that the men here are so homey?

She couldn't imagine him doing housework at home, taking care of children, and being a family cook.

Cen Mohan put the peeled shrimp on a small plate and pushed it in front of her along with the ingredients.

"Chrissy."

Su Qiao picked up one, dipped it in some sauce, and tasted it.

It tastes really good.

"She is a foreigner, do you believe what she says?"

"There are men who can do housework and are attentive and considerate everywhere in the country, 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 there are 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 with work.

Basically, they rarely get home.

His sister often complained that he spent more time in the hotel than at home.

It seemed that he had to make a proper change.

Money is something that can never be earned.

Of course, the most important thing is that he doesn't actually know what's the use of earning that thing, it can neither bring him happiness nor health.

When he was a child, he was often confused when he watched those people in the family who were busy, vying for power, intriguing and fighting for money.

He felt that no matter how much money he made, he only had one mouth to eat, and he only needed a house to sleep in and a bed to sleep in.

What is the use of the money that is made in the bank?

Can he take it with him when he dies?

If I take it away, can it be used again when I get there?

In general, he felt that money was enough as long as it was enough for him, and any more was just a decoration.

"I hate self-righteous men." Su Qiao was very neat.

"I hate it too." Cen Mohan was more straightforward.

Su Qiao: "..."

You are a man, you hate self-righteous men, what is this?

Always feel weird, don't you?

Cen Mohan didn't think he was strange. He remembered the conversation between Su Qiao and Wang Zhiyao that he had heard before.

"Don't you like children?"

Su Qiao thought for a while: "Generally speaking, I can't say I like it very much, and I can't say I hate it very much."

"What, do you like it?"

Cen Mohan put a piece of boned fish into her bowl, and slowly shook his head: "I'm just like you, I can't talk about liking it, nor can I talk about hating it."

"..." Su Qiao bit her chopsticks and stared at him.

What are you different from me?

Cen Mohan understood the meaning in her eyes, and suddenly smiled: "Except that I'm a man, you're a woman, I'm taller than you, and you're shorter than me, we all have the same preferences."

The main reason is that he didn't have any special preferences before.

That is, he doesn't have anything in particular, and he doesn't have any particular hobbies.

Many times, he felt like an outsider, silently watching the development of the world, watching the people around him or working hard, or being lazy and comfortable, or living with the flow.

Starting today, he decided to treat her preferences as his own.