Mr. Shen, your wife is going to be snatched away!

"I...I am..."

The chef couldn't even say a complete sentence for a long time. He was so excited at this time. He usually only saw these people on TV.

Or in a magazine.

Who would have thought that this group of people would appear in front of him now.

He was so nervous that his palms were sweating.

He wiped it on his clothes hastily.

Fu Zhiyue turned back to look at Shi Yao, stretched out his finger to touch the chicken soup on the table, and took the initiative to ask.

"Did you cook that dish?"

The chef looked at it and nodded immediately. His expression was rich, a little happy and confused. If you look closely, you can see a hint of helplessness.

Maybe he didn't know what he was being called for.

Maybe it was because the food was not delicious, or maybe he wanted to ask what was in it. Anyway, no matter how he asked, the chef had already thought of several answers.

But I didn't expect that the other party suddenly spoke.

"As long as you cook it, my sister likes to eat your food very much, so I want to ask you if you are willing to go back with us. We are willing to pay you double the salary here to cook it at our house. Chef, cook for my sister.”

Shi Yao blinked his big eyes, only then did he realize how outrageous this thing was.

Their whole family has something to do. Except for themselves and the old man who stay at home, the rest of them are either at the company or going out to work.

I only cook a few times a day!

They actually invited a chef over!
Even the salary is double what it is here!
Isn't this a bit of a joke?
Thinking of this, he stood up and walked over, gently pulled his brother's clothes, and then sniffed.

"Brother... stop talking."

"What's wrong? Did I say something wrong?" Fu Zhiyue reached out and rubbed her hair, his face full of love, as if she would pluck the moon from the sky.

The chef stared at the little girl in front of him seriously.

No matter how I looked at it, it looked familiar, but I couldn't remember where I had seen it.

But when I heard that I only need to cook three or four meals a day to get double the salary.

To be honest, I'm a little excited.

So he rubbed his hands confidently on the side.

"My salary here is about 1 yuan. How can I earn more than [-] yuan by cooking for you?"

This is something the chef would never have thought of.

Fu Zhiyue even nodded seriously.

"As long as you serve my grandfather and my sister well, 1 yuan is nothing. I can give you [-] yuan directly! If you can cook all the meals at home in the future, and even go out for dinner, you can also cook them. If I give you overtime pay and subsidies, I can probably give you about fifty thousand." When the chef heard this, his eyes widened in shock!

I have never had a monthly salary of [-] yuan in my life!

As a result, I encountered it today!

I gasped for a moment!
"True, true, true or false..."

The old man patted his walking stick on the ground, and then waved gently to Shi Yao.

"Come here for dinner. Let your brother handle the work matters. Children should not get involved in adult matters."

Shi Yao twitched her lips when she heard these words. She's not young anymore, okay?

I am already over 20!
Unexpectedly, at this age, he was still a child in their eyes. Shi Yao shook her head helplessly, then walked over and sat down, her tone full of helplessness.

"Grandpa, what are you talking about! I'm not too young, okay? And I don't think it's a good idea to spend more than 2 yuan to hire a chef. Isn't it too expensive? You can do a lot of things with 2 yuan .”

The old man disagreed.

He immediately waved his hand and said to the chef in front of him: "Then go and resign now. Pack your things in advance and we will take you with us when we leave."

The chef nodded and exited happily.

The whole family sat together at a table. Fu Zhiheng said beautifully while eating: "You are still happy. You can eat whatever you want, and you can even have your own chef. Look at me? I am still at home. The youngest son, I should be the youngest son to be the most favored! But I didn't get any favor, and now I'm a little doubtful whether I am your biological child."

After Fu Zhiheng finished speaking, he still pretended to sigh.

Cheng Anan couldn't help laughing when she heard what he said. When could she stop laughing when she heard him complaining all the time!

There are not many people in the family who are so good at telling lies with their eyes open.

The old man rolled his eyes, put a piece of braised pork in his bowl.

The helplessness in the words can be heard by everyone.

"Nonsense, then you are now over 100 pounds, almost [-] pounds. Who raised you? Don't you have enough food and clothing to keep you warm at home?"

Fu Zhiheng sniffed and suddenly smiled.

He got up from his seat and came behind Grandpa, and gave him a massage himself while praising him honestly.

"Grandpa is the best, grandpa is the best! How is this possible? I feel very happy!"

The old man laughed at his praise, and the wrinkles on his face deepened a lot.

These days are also his happiest days.

His beloved granddaughter is by his side, and his grandchildren have not gone out to work. They all accompany him on trips, playing here and there together. This is the happiest life of raising children.