After the scumbag CEO, he wants to force me to marry me

Chapter 108 Young Master Lan is making trouble, how can I coax him?
Lan Yancheng, who didn't eat lunch, couldn't help feeling a little hungry now.

It is also a good choice for those who are used to eating those three delicacies of seafood. Suddenly, something made of this kind of common ingredients is also a good choice.

Bai Ye had already asked, Xia Xixi's heart moved, she filled a bowl spontaneously, and handed it to Bai Ye, "Erbai...Trade instructor Bai?"

Bai Ye happened to be a little hungry too, and was about to pick it up, but suddenly his back shivered, he turned his head, and met a pair of cold and resentful eyes, his hands trembled in fright, and he almost couldn't hold his bowl and chopsticks.

He was about to pass the canned soup in his hand to Lan Yancheng's hand, Xia Xixi couldn't stand it anymore, what a humble subordinate, how pitiful.

She filled another bowl and handed it to Lan Yancheng, "Lan... Do you want some, Instructor Yan?"

Lan Yancheng raised his eyebrows, feeling very upset, pursed his lips, turned around, his back was as straight as a javelin, "No need!"

His tone was extremely cold, as if he was... making a fuss?

Xia Xixi's outstretched hand froze in mid-air, not knowing why this man was angry.

Bai Ye frowned and glanced at the soup in his hand, the young master was already angry, he would not drink soup anymore, he understood him.

It can't be wasted, can it?
Bai Ye held the bowl and took a sip.

His eyes lit up, and he seemed to have a long aftertaste. He drank it all in one gulp, and handed it to Xia Xixi, "Can I have another bowl?"

The corners of Xia Xixi's mouth twitched. These rich and high-ranking people ate big fish and meat. They never had a picnic, right?

She could understand, and asked Yang Siqin to serve Bai Ye another bowl.

Drinking soup in Baiye is simply a kind of enjoyment for the taste buds.

After eating two bowls of soup, Bai Ye looked at Xia Xixi with a different look, and she was really different from those vulgar fans.

On the other hand, those Qianjin ladies can't even start a fire, let alone cook, and there is even a slight smell of paste in the air, which makes it hard to bear to look at.

He felt that Xia Xixi was not simple, unlike those with shallow foundations.

Because Xia Xixi made soup, those who hadn't cooked well came over one by one following the scent.

Everyone wanted to try it, Xia Xixi looked at the iron pot, it was obvious that so many students were not good enough.

But she didn't want to cook for those rich kids, so she stood in front of the iron pot and spread her hands, "You can drink soup, ten yuan a bowl."

I thought those people wouldn't drink it when they saw that they had to pay for it, but who knew...

"Ten yuan a bowl, right? I want two bowls."

"I want three bowls."

"I want five bowls!"

"And me and me, give me a bowl!"

Those rich kids are scrambling to buy Xia Xixi's canned soup.

Yang Siqin and Xia Xixi looked at each other, feeling helpless, with so many people, even if they were paid, one bowl for each person was not enough.

Not being able to hold a bowl for everyone, Xia Xixi finally decided to teach everyone how to make it, but many of them are not willing to learn it at all, and some of them don't taste like that when they make it.

Xia Xixi left a bowl for Yang Siqin and Qin Siyu each, and prepared another bowl, and Yang Siqin sold the rest for ten yuan a bowl, and finally boiled an extra pot.

When Xia Xixi arrived at the instructor's dormitory with the still hot soup, she asked several people to find Lan Yancheng's dormitory.

The man was lying on the small single bed, looking like a playful Mo Yang, but extremely indifferent.

Lan Yancheng heard footsteps, turned his head sideways, saw Xia Xixi, and snorted coldly, "Get out!"

(End of this chapter)