Gong Shao pursues his wife, please keep a low profile

Chapter 715 Preparing to Raise a Teacher
It may be that His Royal Highness is used to delicacies from mountains and seas, so he has a picky mouth, so he said it was unpalatable.

It's also possible that he didn't eat it at all!

After comforting himself, An Luo began to prepare the ingredients for the cake. He was so busy that he didn't even have time to deliver dinner to Gong Chenyan, so he asked others to help.

In the president's office, the stern man looked at the person who brought him dinner, and asked with a cold face, "Where's An An?"

"Oh, Chef Ann received an order from the little prince to make fifty small cakes before dinner, so no, no time..."

Feeling that His Excellency the President's complexion is getting worse, he dare not speak.

It wasn't until Gong Chenyan said something like let's go, that he left quickly.

Fifty little cakes?

After so many years, Gong Yan still hasn't changed his habit of teasing people, but how did An An offend him?

Thinking of this, the man lost his appetite for dinner and left his seat.

Fifty small cakes, the styles can't be the same, An Luo is about to collapse.

Simply at seven o'clock in the evening, she finally completed the task, and she was so tired that both of her hands were about to be scrapped.

But the other party asked her to deliver it in person.

What little prince, he is obviously a little devil!

Fortunately, she still had an inexplicable affection and familiarity with him before, but now it has been integrated into these cakes, and there is not much left.

"Fifty, let me see how long you want to eat."

If he throws it away again this time, An Luo will teach him well what it means to lead by example, cherish the fruits of other people's labor, and let others know that food should not be wasted.

After making up her mind, she stretched herself, refused the help of others, and left the kitchen holding them by herself.

In case that little devil finds out that she has a helper, he deliberately finds fault.

Just when An Luo walked to the stairs, a black shadow inadvertently flickered from the corner of her eye. She frowned, and when she looked carefully, she saw nothing, so she thought she was dazzled.

Without thinking about it, she lifted her foot up the stairs, and suddenly the soles of her feet slipped, and An Luo screamed: "Ah!"

When she found that the cakes in her hand flew out of the tray, her eyes widened, but she couldn't protect herself, she couldn't save them at all.

Her body fell back, and she closed her eyes suddenly, waiting for the pain to come.

However—no?
Feeling that someone was hugging him, An Luo opened his eyes in surprise, and when he saw the other person's identity, he frantically tried to stand still, but heard: "If you move again, the only ones in your hand will be dropped."

she:"……"

After a few seconds, Gong Chenyan put her down smoothly, then looked at the steps not far away, and frowned.

There was oil on it.

Obviously, An Luo also found out, but what makes her even more sad now is that few of the cakes she finally made fell out.

At this time, a figure appeared at the top of the stairs.

Gong Yan, who was about to ask the teacher for a crime, never thought that his uncle would appear here, and his face suddenly changed.

No sooner had he nearly fallen than he appeared, and any fool could guess what was going on.

Gong Chenyan frowned and stared at him: "Gong Yan, come down."

Seeing that he was caught doing bad things on the spot, the boy clenched his fists angrily, avoided the oil on the steps, and walked up to him: "Uncle."

Thinking that he would expose him on the spot, who would have thought that the man said: "Take the cake from An'an's hand, and eat every single one."

Gong Yan was stunned for a few seconds, then bit his lip and replied: "Oh."

Although more than half of the fifty cakes had fallen, there were still nearly ten left. He ate them all, and he probably felt disgusted to death.

However, he was caught on the spot for doing bad things, and he was discovered by the person he feared the most, so he dared not have ambiguity.

(End of this chapter)