Under the desk, Liang Jiajia was kneeling and holding the Iron Pestle, savoring it with relish.
Sitting in the chair, Lin Fan was signing so important directives for this period. Before long, the office door was pushed open, and Zhao Qianyue walked in with a smile, holding a lunch box which she placed on the desk.
"Did you make this yourself?"
Looking at Zhao Qianyue who was sitting opposite, Lin Fan curiously opened the lunch box. Inside was steaming chicken soup, exquisite and appealing.
"What do you think?"
Zhao Qianyue hugged her shoulders, leaning against the chair back: "You must have done good deeds in your past life to taste sothing made by . But don’t get big-headed; this chicken soup is just practice for . Can’t finish it, it’s wasteful to feed it to the dogs, so I brought it for you instead."
"That’s good then. I thought you were dissatisfied with my recent performance in bed."
Lin Fan took a sip of the soup, a strong herbal taste made him unable to resist complaining.
"You’re really sothing, always letting your thoughts run wild. It’s my grandmother who insisted I learn soup making and asked to bring a ssage to you; co to visit her at my place when you’re free."
Zhao Qianyue, with her pouty lips, didn’t fear anything in this life except her grandmother. In her elder’s eyes, Lin Fan was the absolute choice for grandson-in-law.
"My grandma is sothing else, with all those uncles and grandpas taking such good care of her over the years, she’s eaten and seen everything whether flying in the sky or swimming in the water. But lately she’s clinging to those thousand-layer shoes, reluctant to wear them, just holding them in her hands, talking about that longevity noodle during als, saying this birthday noodle suited her taste the most."
"As long as she likes it, that’s good. I already asked my parents to prepare so more powdered elm bark cornal. They’ll send it up tomorrow, you can make it for grandma when you have ti."
Lin Fan’s words made Zhao Qianyue’s eyes widen: "You had it prepared, why didn’t you give it earlier? My uncles and grandpas have been talking about it these days. When you bring it over, I’ll make a bowl for each of them, let them enjoy it."
"When there’s too much, it becos cheap."
Lin Fan put the finished soup on the table, smilingly looking at Zhao Qianyue: "They want to eat it just for the mories. If they had to eat such bad food every day, the mories wouldn’t be as sweet. After getting used to sweet honey water, having sothing spicy occasionally wakes them, but if they ate it every al, it wouldn’t be bearable."
"How are you so smart to even think of this? I even had people go to the mountain to strip the elm bark for grinding, but they all said it needs to be air-dried for fifteen days, I’m quite anxious."
Zhao Qianyue said, lying down on the desk, pulling Lin Fan’s head for a fierce kiss. Only then did she notice Liang Jiajia still under Lin Fan, licking passionately.
"How can you be so bold, sneaking in to steal during broad daylight? Don’t you have a husband?"
Zhao Qianyue pouted, a trace of displeasure crossing her face.
"My husband... isn’t as good as County Magistrate Lin!"
Liang Jiajia greedily held the Iron Pestle, smiling at Zhao Qianyue.
"You slut!"
This remark left Zhao Qianyue speechless, only giving her a sidelong look before picking up the lunch box to leave.
"Won’t you stay and play a bit?"
Lin Fan curiously looked at Liang Jiajia, who turned back and flipped him the finger: "I’m feeling unwell. You go ahead and play with that bitch."
As the office door was shut, Zhao Qianyue strutted away. Only then did Liang Jiajia speak: "County Magistrate Lin, it seems Zhao Qianyue has real feelings for you."
"Where did you see that?"
Lin Fan narrowed his eyes; indeed Zhao Qianyue was acting strange today.
"Because she’s jealous now."
Liang Jiajia, playing with the Iron Pestle with her fingers, crawled out with a cheeky smile: "Won are like n in this way. Once they truly care, they’ll treat the person as their private property. She’s clearly jealous seeing us busy, aning she’s likely truly fallen for you, else why would this pampered lady cook soup for you? You’re in for a treat."
"You’re the one who’ll get treated!"
Standing up, Lin Fan couldn’t bother figuring out Zhao Qianyue’s feelings. He was eager to verify if Wang Cangdong’s strange request was true, so he left the County Governnt with Liang Jiajia, heading directly to Beishan Park.
"The scenery here is indeed nice!"
When Lin Fan parked the car halfway up the mountain, overlooking half of Red Flag County, though daylight was bright, it was sparsely populated, perfect for a field rendezvous.
"County Magistrate Lin... I’m done for, co have fun with ."
All the way, kneeling in the co-driver seat, serving Lin Fan with her little mouth, Liang Jiajia was blushing like an apple, panting relentlessly, wishing that emptiness to soon be filled.
"Alright, today I’ll play you till you drop."
Seeing the ssages from Nie Yinghong and Xu Jingyi, a cold smile crossed his lips as Wang Cangdong was hooked indeed.
Given this, ti to show him the actual usage instructions of his wife.
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