Seeing Qin Miao, she paused for a mont: "Awake? I was just about to go wake you."
"Yeah, just woke up. The dishes tonight look great."
"Right? It's all your favorites. Go wash your hands, then we'll eat!"
Qing's cooking skills are undoubtedly good. Over the past two years abroad, Qin Miao mainly relied on her als to comfort his stomach.
After dinner, Qin Miao washed the dishes while Qing tidied up the dining table.
After cleaning up the remnants of the al, Qin Miao went to the balcony.
But he didn't use the telescope. There wasn't much to see at night, and the comnt about Leclerc back then was just a joke.
Qin Miao wasn't interested in that sort of thing anyway.
So Qin Miao just lay down on the recliner on the balcony at ho.
Soon, Qing, who had taken out the trash, ca back.
After all, this was a place for the wealthy, and the service here was top-notch.
In a regular household, it's not like Qin Miao's family where they have to wash dishes by themselves; usually, people hire help for such chores.
Hence, having soone co to collect the trash doesn't seem strange.
The girl, after seeing Qin Miao lying on the recliner, ca over as well. Though there was another recliner beside him, she pretended not to see it and squeezed onto Qin Miao's chair.
Fortunately, the recliner was large enough, and Qing was quite slender, so they didn't feel crowded sharing one chair.
As Qing played with his hand, Qin Miao asked, "Shouldn't we invite friends for a al to celebrate moving into the new ho back in the old place?"
Qing nodded, "Indeed, it's a tradition back ho, and it's actually a common practice across the country. Do you want to host one?"
"What do you think?"
"I don't really mind." Qing shrugged, "After all, you're on break these days, right? If you want, I'll show off my cooking skills for them and we can invite Zhou Guanyu and the others for a gathering."
"Let's do that then. Everyone's been exhausted from the last three races, it's a good chance for everyone to relax and catch up," said Qin Miao after so thought.
Qing nodded and then asked, "Should we invite Hamilton?"
Qin Miao tapped Qing's head lightly, "If it were back when I first joined F1, inviting Hamilton would be fine, but now your husband is competing with Hamilton for the driver championship."
"For both of us, this driver championship is crucial.
Although we're all smiles on the surface, things are really tense between us. We've been speaking less to each other since mid-season; I really don't understand why you'd ask such a thing."
"Oh," Qing replied pitifully, then suddenly bit Qin Miao's hand, "For being an to !"
"Ouch!"
...
After a night's rest, Qin Miao got up a bit tiredly at almost eleven in the morning, supporting his waist as he rose.
He tidied up the cosplay outfit that had been damaged in yesterday's "battle," still feeling a bit unsatisfied.
Then he took out his phone to order a new outfit, as Qing cosplaying Dieqi was quite sothing.
The slight soreness in his waist was the best evidence of that.
As for Qing, she was still lying in bed and hadn't gotten up.
Though Qin Miao wasn't as skilled in cooking as his wife, he could manage to make sothing edible.
After freshening up, Qin Miao cooked so rice, made scrambled eggs with tomatoes, and sliced so braised beef to heat in the microwave.
Once the two dishes were done, it was about eleven-thirty. He placed them in a warming box to keep them warm before starting his basic fitness training.
After thirty minutes of training, Qin Miao went to wake up Qing.
Once Qing was up, they ate lunch together, packed a few things, and drove to France.
Indeed, in Monaco, you could capture two-thirds of the country in one photo, and it's even possible to take an aerial shot of the entire nation in one helicopter photo.
Taking a bus to another country is quite common.
They quickly reached a well-known Chinese supermarket in France.
Leclerc and his crowd were wealthy people who had tasted almost all kinds of delicacies.
Since they were hosting a dinner, it was only right to treat the guests to sothing they don't often get the chance to eat.
At the Chinese supermarket, it wasn't a surprise that Qin Miao was recognized.
That's just how it is; among the Chinese community in Europe, Qin Miao was sowhat of a figure.
Thankfully, there were not many people in the supermarket. After smiling for photos and signing autographs with a few fans, they just recorded Qin Miao from a distance without further disturbing him.
When Qin Miao was about to pay, the owner initially didn't want to charge him, but Qin Miao understood that bringing these dostic products across oceans wasn't easy, and the shipping costs were a significant expense.
So, in the end, Qin Miao insisted on paying, and before leaving, he took a photo with the owner.
This photo might have been a small gesture for Qin Miao, but for them, it could effectively boost their store's revenue and custor traffic.
When it cos to his fans, Qin Miao was always happy to help.
However, since the dinner was scheduled for the next day, after buying the supplies and bringing them ho, Qin Miao and Qing just stored the ingredients in the refrigerator, while Qing herself categorized and placed the other seasonings and such in the kitchen.
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