Yan Shaodi also came over and sat across from her. The dishes made by Sister Ju were all taught by her mother. Over the years, Sister Ju's cooking has been very hot, and it has become more and more like the taste of her mother's cooking.
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He ate gracefully and slowly, chewing every bite carefully.
After An Xia was full, she found that he was still eating, and he only ate less than half of a bowl of rice. For some reason, if it were another man, she would have felt artificial, even hypocritical, eating so slowly, and the taste
If it’s not good, don’t eat it.
The food cooked by Sister Ju tastes very good and she likes it very much. It is a home-cooked and authentic side dish, but it may not be a dish that rich people like.
Rich people like to eat Japanese sirloin steak, fish sauce with ham, or lobster and abalone, which are expensive and not filling.
But she could tell that Yan Shaodi ate slowly because he was born with an aristocratic temperament in his bones, and eating elegantly was his characteristic.
It's not that he disliked those dishes, on the contrary, he liked them very much, so he ate very slowly and chewed them very carefully.
He has such a serious persistence.
It doesn't seem that annoying.
Bah bah bah, An Xia, why are you staring at him? Don't forget what he just did to you. He slapped you in the face and even raped you forcefully. You actually don't think he's annoying?
She abruptly avoided looking and asked, "I've finished eating, can I leave? Mr. Yan." The reason why she called him Mr. Yan was because she had decided to resign and not to have anything to do with him anymore.
It doesn't matter if people say she and Liao Dawei are the same person, she hates his domineering and selfishness.
"No." He replied, still eating gracefully.
He was very elegant with his knife and fork, and he was equally elegant when eating Chinese food. He could hold chopsticks so elegantly, and An Xia was jealous from the bottom of his heart.
How can a person look as noble as a prince on the one hand, but on the other hand, the things he does are as evil as Satan, cruel and insidious?
"Why?"
His movements paused and he raised his eyebrows, "From today on, you will live here. You are my Yan Shaodi's woman. Sister Ju has prepared a room for you. You can't go anywhere."
"I have my own home, I don't need to live in your place; I am me, not anyone else's woman. Please clarify this matter." Her face sank and she said coldly with a stern face.
Emperor Yan chuckled lightly, put down his chopsticks, picked up the napkin, and pressed his lips with gentle and elegant movements, and then said: "You mean that place like a doghouse? That is no longer your home."
"Why?" She widened her eyes.
At this time, her cell phone rang.
He raised his eyebrows, indicating that she could answer the phone.
She looked at the number and saw that it was the phone number of her landlord, Aunt Zhang. She was confused because she paid the rent, water and electricity bills on time every month.
"Hello, Aunt Zhang. It's so late. What's wrong?"
"Miss An, I'm sorry to bother you so late. It's like this. Today a big consortium suddenly acquired my building. So, from today on, I am no longer your landlord. All the information has been forwarded.
I passed by, so I just informed you that I’m afraid you’ll have to find a place to move.”
"Aunt Zhang? You are the owner, how come you suddenly become someone else's? I pay the rent on time every month, you can't drive us away, not to mention, I spent my own money to renovate your house, which represents
I am sincere in being your long-term tenant, but if you drive me away like this, won’t my renovation money be wasted?”