The big entertainer adopted by the female president

Chapter 14 Prepare Your Documents

Seeing that Wang Luoqi was angry, Wen Yan quickly explained:
"Sister Luo Qi, it's not what you think. The dean's grandma is very kind to me. I just saw that the kitchen auntie was working too hard, so I took the initiative to help."

He didn't want to let Wang Luoqi have a bad impression on the orphanage just because he took the blame.

After all, both Mrs. Wen and the other staff in the courtyard treated him well.

Wang Luoqi also said before that he might donate money to the orphanage. If he gave up this idea because of the misunderstanding that the orphanage was abusing him, then he would be a fool.

Seeing Wen Yan's anxious appearance, Wang Luoxi rubbed his little head with pity, and said softly:

"President Wen is right, you are too sensible."

Wen Yan was a little embarrassed to be praised, so he quickly changed the subject: "Sister Luo Qi, let's have dinner."

"Okay." Wang Luoxi nodded.

She handed Wen Yan the side dishes she had packed from the private kitchen, then picked up the spatula and said:
"You put these dishes on the table first, and my sister will serve the tomato scrambled eggs you made."

"Okay." Wen Yan took the side dish and left the kitchen.

Looking at Wen Yan's back, Wang Luoxi picked up his chopsticks and tasted scrambled eggs with tomatoes.

"It seems to taste pretty good." Wang Luoxi narrowed his eyes.

When she put the tomato scrambled eggs in the bowl and was about to go out, she saw Wen Yan come in again.

"Little guy, I don't need your help, I've already done it." Wang Luoqi raised the porcelain bowl in his hand.

Wen Yan was a little embarrassed, he pointed to the casserole in the corner of the kitchen: "Sister Luo Qi, that, I also boiled fish soup."

Wen Yan felt that his identity as a chef was about to be revealed.

If he knew that Wang Luoqi brought back lunch at noon, he wouldn't know how to cook.

Sure enough, Wang Luoqi glanced at the casserole with a suspicious look in his eyes: "Your aunt in the orphanage taught you how to make soup?"

"Hmm." Wen Yan's eyes were sincere, and he nodded his head vigorously.

It's just that the toes in his shoes are bending back and forth unnaturally.

Wang Luoqi opened the lid of the casserole, and there was a fragrant smell on her face. Looking at the milky white soup, she wondered if it was not difficult to cook.

Five or six-year-old children can cook and cook soup again. Is it possible for her to do it?
At the dining table, two people, one big and one small, sat opposite each other.

On the table were three small dishes that Wang Luoqi brought back from the private kitchen, plus Wen Yan's scrambled eggs and saury soup, which just happened to make up four dishes and one soup.

"Sister Luo Qi, how about the soup I made?" Wen Yan picked up the porcelain bowl and filled a bowl of fish soup.

Wang Luoqi took the fish soup, stirred it slightly with a spoon, and added a little vinegar. After the fish soup cooled down a little, she put it into her mouth.

"It's okay." Wang Luoqi gave a general evaluation.

Wen Yan was a little stunned. After coming back, he was worried that the supermarket was not careful enough to handle the internal organs of the saury, so he deliberately re-processed it.

He also added some fresh lemon slices to remove the fishy smell, used tofu cubes to supplement the freshness, and finally found a casserole and simmered it for an hour.

The fruit of hard labor has been rewarded with a "OK" evaluation. To be honest, Wen Yan is a little depressing.

Wang Luoqi's requirements are really high.

However, thinking about it, she has never eaten any delicacies from the mountains and seas with her worth.

Although Wen Yan has confidence in his cooking skills, he is not arrogant enough to compare himself with the chefs in other high-end restaurants.

After all, there are specialties in the art industry, so if those cooks come to compare their singing skills with themselves, they will definitely not be able to do so. Wen Yan comforted himself like this.

But seeing the fish soup that was about to bottom out in Wang Luoqi's hands and his slightly narrowed eyes, Wen Yan always felt that something was wrong.

He also tasted the side dish that Wang Luoqi brought back, picked up a piece of chicken stewed with mushrooms, and Wen Yan's eyes lit up slightly.

Okay, I'm about to catch up with his craftsmanship.

Then, he never touched his own dishes again.

So, the style of painting on the table is very strange.

Wang Luoqi, who said it was okay, has been eating the dishes made by Wen Yan.

Wen Yan, who consciously knows how to cook well, has never touched his own dishes again.

……

After lunch, when cleaning up the dishes, Wen Yan asked, "Sister Luo Qi, your company's employees are treated well!"

Wang Luoqi raised his eyebrows: "How do you say?"

"It just feels like your company's employee meal." After thinking about Wang Luoxi's answer just now, he said warmly, "It's okay!"

"Well, I'll bring it back to you when I have time." Wang Luoqi said perfunctorily.

Although the company's employee meal tastes good, it is definitely not as good as the taste of private chefs.

But since she said just now that it was the food she brought back from the company cafeteria, she would definitely not demolish her own table.

The big deal is that when the little guy wants to eat, she will bring him home from the private kitchen, but it's just a matter of turning a corner after get off work, and it won't take much time.

Wang Luoqi didn't say much on this topic, she went into the kitchen with tableware and chopsticks.

Wen Yan put the leftovers in the kitchen refrigerator, and looked at Wang Luoqi's figure while washing the dishes, he felt a little emotional, it really was once fresh and twice cooked.

Wouldn't it be more proficient!

……

Magic Capital People's Hospital.

vice headmaster's office.

Wu Wanqing is sitting on a comfortable leather armchair, checking the attendance at the hospital this month.

"Tuk Tuk."

"Please come in." Wu Wanqing put down the document when she heard a knock on the door.

A woman in her early forties came in outside the door. She was the deputy chief physician of the Cardiac and Brain Surgery Department.

"It's Director Zhao, come and sit down quickly." Wu Wanqing politely greeted the woman to take her seat, and poured her a cup of tea.

Although Wu Wanqing is the vice president, she doesn't have the slightest pretence, so even if she takes this position at a young age, there is not much gossip.

After all, a beautiful and lenient leader will definitely be more popular.

After the woman took a sip of tea, Wu Wanqing asked, "Is there something wrong with Director Zhao coming to my place?"

Director Zhao pushed the golden glasses: "Wu Yuan, Director Lin told you, he is a little uncomfortable, so this exchange meeting, let you lead the team."

The Medical Association convened a meeting of cardio-cerebral surgery in Kyoto, and the top hospitals in the queue would all go to participate, and in order to show their importance, the leaders of the hospitals who led the team to communicate were generally the leaders of the hospitals.

Originally, the director of Cardiac and Brain Surgery of Modu Hospital was supposed to lead the team this time, but he fell ill at this juncture, and finally he asked Wu Wanqing.

Director Lin is also a veteran of the hospital. He couldn't shirk Wu Wanqing when he asked for help, so he agreed.

She went to Yida Plaza yesterday to prepare some clothes for this exchange meeting.

Wu Wanqing nodded: "Tell me the day before yesterday, how is Lao Lin's health?"

"Alas." Director Zhao sighed: "It's all occupational diseases, mainly because of age, the resistance of the body and bones has deteriorated."

"I've already booked the air ticket for tomorrow morning. I'm here to tell you that I'm ready for the boarding documents."

　Thanks to the old dust boss for the 110 reward, um. This number is very auspicious.

　　Other brothers who read books also give a reward for a paragraph.

　　Not much, just 2 points.

　　The main reason is that the fan value is not very good-looking, and it is still a single digit [Of course, this is not forced, it is all up to the big guys to appreciate the face]

　　
　
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