Chapter 363 Food Delivery

The fast food boy couldn't be contacted, and Xia Ning had no food to eat, which instantly put Zheng Ziming in trouble.

He thought for a while and said to Xia Ning: "Asteria, wait for me here, I will go outside to buy you food right away."

Before Xia Ning could remember to speak, Chen Hong next to her suddenly spoke, "Miss Xia's scene will begin in an hour. When Mr. Zheng comes back after you buy something to eat, I'm afraid Miss Xia won't have time to eat. And it’s not advisable to exercise within half an hour after a meal.”

Zheng Ziming, "..." He glared at Chen Hong. Qiao Yu's assistant was just as annoying as Qiao Yu.

Xia Ning knew how heavy the afternoon scenes were, and she couldn't drag down the rest of the crew for such a nonsense reason as not eating.

"Thank you, Mr. Qiao!" Xia Ning stood up and took the thermos bucket.

Qiao Yu looked at her and said calmly: "You're welcome!"

Xia Ning nodded slightly but said nothing.

Zheng Ziming was angry, feeling that something was going on that allowed Qiao Yu to succeed. He directly grabbed the thermos bucket from Xia Ning's hand.

"Asteria, let me try it first. Who knows if there is any poison in this food? Only those who have tasted it will know!"

Qiao Yu looked at Zheng Ziming and frowned slightly. Next to him, Chen Hong looked at his boss's face and naturally understood what he was thinking. If Mr. Zheng took his first bite of food today, his boss would probably hate him for the rest of his life.

Xia Ning looked at Zheng Ziming, a little speechless, why was she still so childish.

"Okay, don't be ridiculous. I want to take a rest after eating. Give it to me."

When Zheng Ziming heard this, looking at the tired look on Xia Ning's face, he could only give the thermos bucket to Xia Ning.

Xia Ning took it, sat down, placed the thermos bucket on the table, and opened it. There were four layers of the thermos bucket. One layer was rice, one layer was soup, and the remaining two layers were vegetables.

The temperature is still there, and the aroma of the food overflows.

Xia Ning was already hungry, but looking at these delicious and delicious dishes, her index finger moved quickly.

She picked up a piece of meat and took a bite, and her expression suddenly changed subtly. She chewed slowly and ate another dish, fried shredded pork with green peppers. Her expression became even weirder, and her eyes suddenly fell on Qiao Yu next to her.

Qiao Yu didn't leave. He didn't know what he was doing standing here.

As if he noticed Xia Ning's gaze, he immediately looked over. The two looked at each other, and the atmosphere was a bit strange.

Seeing Xia Ning's serious face, Zheng Ziming thought the food was not delicious, so he reached out and grabbed a piece of meat and threw it into his mouth, muttering, "Why is this food so unpalatable? It's just..." Before he could finish his words, his expression changed. Changed, no, this dish tastes great. He immediately looked at Xia Ning, "Asteria, what's wrong?"

Xia Ning came back to her senses, looked at Zheng Ziming, and said calmly: "I'm fine. You're hungry too. Do you want me to give you half of it?"

Zheng Ziming was already hungry, and this dish tasted good. He glanced at the rice in Xia Ning's bowl and knew how much she wanted to eat, so he nodded directly, "Okay."

So the two of them divided the food very naturally. Chen Hong next to him looked at it and his mouth twitched. This Young Master Zheng was really not polite at all. If he knew who cooked the food he was eating, he probably wouldn't accept it so directly. . However, the boss must be very unhappy now.

Chen Hong looked at Qiao Yu next to him, but he didn't see a stinky face. Instead, there was a bit of spring breeze on his face.

Isn’t it right? According to the boss’s character, shouldn’t he have a black face at this time?

However, it seems that Miss Xia enjoyed her meal and Mr. Zheng was impressed by his craftsmanship. Doesn't that mean that Mr. Zheng is inferior to him?

Anyway, no matter what, there is really no one like an empire president who can find ways to deliver meals to his future wife. It is estimated that Mr. Zheng will want to vomit after eating the next night if he knows the cause and effect.

Outside the set, a courier boy who delivered food looked at the large stack of Grandpa Mao in his hand, his eyes were shining with gold, and he was overjoyed.

Damn it, there must be something wrong with the rich people these days. If you let him deliver one less lunch box, you will be rewarded with several thousand yuan. This is much more than what he earned by delivering fast food for two months.

Sure enough, rich people make money easily!

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