C87 (2/2)

The meeting was very complicated, and Mr Xiao's thoughts were constantly jumping as he analyzed the pros and cons, decided the plan, and made a decision.

Every step required his wholehearted commitment, and he could not be careless in the slightest.

Although he had already begun to date, Mr Xiao did not stop his expansion of the business district. He even had an even bigger ambition. He wanted to earn a lot of money so that his precious treasure could be recklessly spent. Live a carefree life.

Material life was actually very important. What others had, he thought, they had to have, what others didn't, he also thought she would have.

Very common in the heart, like a person, always wants to give her the best.

As the meeting drew to a close, the dust settled. All the upper echelons reported what they felt was important to him.

He was giving instructions one by one. When he was done, it was already four in the afternoon.

He called the hospital and found out that the little girl was listening to English. He couldn't help but smile. He was surprised that she wasn't listening to novels that didn't have any nutrition. She was on her own, relying on her own strength.

With doubts in his heart, he decided to come back to the company tomorrow and leave hurriedly. However, he didn't go to the hospital, but straight home.

The butler welcomed him through the door, bowed and said, ”I've followed your instructions, everything is ready.”

He nodded slightly, his usual coldness and indifference.

The housekeeper twitched his mouth while facing him. When he was facing a person, his smile was like the two pillars at the entrance of his hometown. He wouldn't smile when facing others, would he? Right? Right?

I forgot to mention that Er Zhu was retarded and looked like a three-year-old when he was in his thirties.

The man didn't know that he was being silently criticized behind his back. He took off his jacket, and naturally, someone took it.

He rolled up the cuffs of his shirt and went straight into the kitchen.

Indeed, just as the butler had said, all of them were already prepared.

Fresh pork ribs freshly watered and ready to peel winter melon. Mushrooms with roots gone, vegetables with good appearances, and broken corn kernels.

He reached out his hand and the steward tied the white apron over his body while controlling the muscles on his face.

The man retracted his hands, and his gaze swept across the ingredients. He said to the chef standing by the side, ”I've never done it before. Teach me!”

After thinking for a moment, he added, ”If you can't teach well and do badly, your salary will be deducted!”

The chef almost kneeled down. He really wanted to say, ”Master, let me do it. You just watch from the side. At worst, none of us will say that you didn't make it yourself.”

However, he didn't dare to say it out loud. He still needed to calmly command them from the side.

Mr Xiao did not like to be afraid of people in front of him.

The ribs were overdone with water. The servants had already sliced the winter melon. The rest of the seasonings such as the spring onion and ginger had been prepared.

The man began to cook according to the instructions of the chef.

The ribs went down into the pot, and the oil sprays splashed onto his face.

The man couldn't help but feel a little vexed by the burning pain. He couldn't avoid it. Ye Zichen frowned, then looked at the food in the pot as if it was his enemy.

The butler observed her and gently coughed, ”Sir, Miss will definitely feel sorry for such a wound.”

The man turned to look at him, his eyes lighting up. ”I don't want to make her feel heartache!”

Although he said this, the corners of his mouth curled up.

The steward replied, ”You are indeed very considerate towards me, Miss.”

What can I do if I tell you the truth?

Is it interesting to be so stubborn and soft-hearted?

Ah?

With the help of an expert and the help of others, the winter melon soup was successfully cooked. Of course, Mister Xiao had obtained a bubble on his forehead that was equivalent to a military medallion, so he completely neglected pain and such.

The crushed corn was placed in a small pot and boiled in a small fire. It was an easy task, and there was no need for Mister Xiao to order it, there was naturally someone watching the fire.

However, the dumplings had encountered a difficult problem.

The mushrooms had to be chopped and the cabbages washed.

Mister Xiao looked at his hands, then at the two items, and wisely made his decision. He looked at the chef, and without needing to say it out loud, he already understood his master's intentions with just a glance.

He quickly stepped forward and began to use his blade.

Pang ping pang pang pang pang, the dumpling stuffing was quickly chopped up.

The man looked at the kitchen knife, then at the dumplings' stuffing, then at the dough on the chopping board. He thought about the steps for wrapping the dumplings, considered them for a while, then took a step forward and lightly cut his finger with the kitchen knife.

The cut was not very deep, but red blood still flowed out.

Only then did the people in the kitchen start to panic and step forward to ask.