Back to the 80s to Raise a Wolfy Boyfriend

He was carrying a lot of things, and they were quite heavy.

Before Gu Jin could respond, Gu Jiajie saw An Mingji standing in the center of the living room with his chicken nest head on his head. This image was deeply rooted in people's hearts.

Coupled with Duoduo who is squatting beside him, tilting his head to look at the boy from time to time, this picture is so ridiculous that it makes people want to laugh.

"Hahaha... Xiaoan, what's wrong with you?"

An Mingji rubbed his hair helplessly, and said in a low voice, "Brother Jie, go and ask Ah Jin—"

He pretended to be annoyed, turned and walked towards the bathroom.

Gu Jin didn't take it seriously when he heard the young man's grievances, this brat was definitely faking it.

If the other party wants to resist her, they also have that ability.

It can only be said that one is willing to fight and the other is willing to suffer, they are not the same.

She led Gu Minmin into the house, took the things in her hand, and asked, "Minmin, are you still used to it these days?"

"Habit!"

The girl's voice was cheerful, and she didn't look like she had gone through a catastrophe at all.

Gu Jin's eyes showed strangeness. Could it be that the cousin is advanced in thinking and doesn't care about the so-called chastity in the countryside?

She didn't delve into it either, and bent over to open the things brought by her cousin Gu Jiajie.

There are all kinds of meatballs, fish balls and shrimp balls, as well as vegetables, lamb, vermicelli seasoning and so on.

These big and small bags are enough for them to eat happily.

Gu Jin narrowed his eyes, with a look of anticipation on his face.

She looked up at the watch on the wall, it was almost five o'clock.

"Brother Jie, let's go to the kitchen to tidy up these things together, I can't do it alone."

"Row!"

Gu Jiajie is hearty, he doesn't have the concept of a gentleman staying away from the kitchen, since he opened a hot pot restaurant, he has often gone to the kitchen.

Gu Minmin said cheerfully, "I'll help too!"

Seeing this girl so cheerful, Gu Jin smiled and nodded.

The three of them moved everything from the living room to the kitchen.

Gu Minmin was washing the vegetables, while Gu Jin was cutting potatoes, winter melons, and mushrooms.

Gu Jiajie sat at the table and put all the meat on the plate, took out the shabu-shabu and placed it on the table, and prepared all the seasonings.

When plates of vegetables and meatballs were placed on the dining table, An Mingji tidied up his image and walked into the kitchen.

He glanced at the three busy people in the kitchen and asked, "Is there anything I can do for you?"

Gu Jin said to the boy: "Go and take out the bottle of wine that Qiu Qianghai sent from the storage room!"

"Okay, is there any more?"

"No, it's almost over. You bring the wine, and we're ready to eat."

An Mingji nodded, and walked towards the storage room.

The wines sent by Qiu Qianghai were all of high value. He picked up the beautifully packaged wine and turned to leave the storage room.

When he stepped into the kitchen again, as Gu Jin said, the three of them were all sitting on the chairs, and he was the only one waiting.

An Mingji consciously sat down at the empty seat next to Gu Jin, and handed the wine to Gu Jin.

The latter took it and took a look at the exquisite packaging of the wine, which was produced in a romantic country.

Gu Jin quickly opened the exquisite packaging, and took out the exquisite bottle containing the wine.

"Shall we eat hot pot and drink wine?"

Gu Jiajie felt that this combination overturned his perception of opening a hot pot restaurant in the past two years.

Gu Jin rolled his eyes at him: "What do you know? Pairing wine with hot pot is the new food fashion. The two seem to be mismatched, but the combination of them is unusually delicious, which makes people want to stop. If you don't believe me, try it?"

Didn't those urban youths in the previous life have such a saying that red wine and hot pot are a perfect match, eating an alternative fashion sense of ritual.