My name is Zeng Jing, the son-in-law of a wealthy family, but I have time powers

Chapter 213 Speaking is a technical job

The swimming pool has become Li Xiangjun's favorite.

Zeng Jing watched beside her and felt hot all over.

It's not that the dude is lustful, it's that the woman is too beautiful.

Zeng Jing always makes excuses for herself and doesn't want to admit that she is a scumbag.

Li Xiangjun was floating in the water, "You two really know how to enjoy it. It's a waste to buy such a big villa. You can't live in it for a few days all year round."

Xinxin also jumped into the water, "I was the president of Zixin Investment Company at that time, so I couldn't live in a hotel every day, right?"

"Isn't it good to be a president? Why don't you do it?"

“There’s so much going on, it feels like I’m working all the time, and the nine-to-five job sucks.”

Zeng Jing decided to express her opinion, "You have all become hands-off shopkeepers now. This is wrong. You eat it every day for fun. What is the difference between it and salted fish?"

Xinxin was angry, "You haven't been beaten for three days. How dare you go to the house and call us trash? Why didn't you see us when we were working? Why didn't you say anything when we worked so hard to serve you at night? Carrying on the family line and having children is not work. Really? You dislike us, right?"

Zeng Jing saw something was wrong and immediately raised her hands to surrender.

"No, women are great. It is most difficult to marry a husband and raise children. Although you are young, you have been a CEO at heart. Xiangjun is still my personal secretary, so you are all social elites."

Li Xiangjun also rolled his eyes, "Although we didn't lay any eggs, there are still many things in the company that we need to ask for our advice on. Usually when the executives call you, don't you just say a word? Ask the boss lady, is anyone still calling you now?"

It seems that there really isn't. The company has always been watching over Xinxin and Xiangjun, so why should I worry about it?

"You two beauties, I apologize. I will personally cook for you at noon. Tell me what you want to eat."

"I want to eat Peking duck."

"I want to eat fried dough sticks."

Good guy, no one can do it by himself. Zeng Jing’s old face was as black as the ashes on the bottom of a pot.

"No, I can't do it. Let's find another one."

"Aren't you omnipotent?"

“I’m bragging and I don’t pay taxes, so I can brag as much as I want.”

"A bad air conditioner will also blow. It will blow cold air in winter and hot air in summer. Isn't it counterproductive?"

"Okay, not only do I know how to brag, but I also have money. If I don't know how to do it, why can't I buy it? Go buy it now."

Zeng Jing drove her car on the streets with confidence, so sad!I walked a few streets but couldn't find roast duck or fried dough sticks.

It's definitely okay to find fried dough sticks for breakfast, but it's almost noon now.

Soy milk and fried dough sticks are not popular for breakfast in Hong Kong.

Because there are more people in Cantonese, the most common breakfast is nutritious porridge.

There are many others, such as piglet buns, barbecued pork buns, rice rolls, shrimp dumplings, western toast, etc.

Being an unfamiliar place, Zeng Jing ran around without knowing where he was going.

Fortunately, there is navigation, modern technology is good, enter Xingcheng Bay Villa, and press navigation to go home.

Xinxin and Li Xiangjun are playing games in the living room.

When I saw Zeng Jing coming back, I immediately paused.

"Where's my roast duck?"

“Where are my fried dough sticks?”

"Madams, I am guilty. The teacher told me to learn more skills but I refused to listen. I once had an opportunity to learn how to fry fried dough sticks and I gave up. Now I regret it very much.

At that time, I only focused on learning barbecue, but forgot to learn roast duck. I am sorry for letting you down. I will go to Lanxiang Technical School tomorrow and try to learn everything. "

"Lan Xiang Technical School teaches excavators, right?"

“Isn’t there a chef major?”

"There is definitely a chef major, but does it have anything to do with Peking duck and fried dough sticks?"

“Don’t chefs teach these things?”

"What do you think? If the chef could make Peking duck, I guess the main store in Beijing would have closed down long ago."