CEO Above, Me Below

Chapter 46: The unique taste of President Palace

Miyao sat back on the chair, looked impatient, and reached for a private mobile phone on the table. The phone screen stopped on the call record, and the last one stayed on the record of Xiao Nian.

Damn woman.

Go back to the city without calling him.

Speaking so confidently

She is really courageous

Last night, he had to rush back to the company to deal with the emergency. She was worried about her family. He didn't let her come back with him. He also left Feng De and a group of bodyguards to her and returned to the yacht alone.

She is good, she is not touched, she doesn’t say anything to him.

"boom"

Gong Ou got a punch on the table, his lips were tight, and the eyes were faintly floating.

Looking at the time, Gong Ou stood up and left the table, it was the time for the staff to have dinner.

When Miyao appeared in the staff restaurant, I heard everyone complaining.

"Is there a mistake, what happened today, the rice is so slow."

"When I went to the kitchen, I wrote the program and it almost collapsed. I haven’t eaten it in time."

"As you write the program, I am tired of going out to deal with the media. I have not caught up with the food and starved to death."

"What broke the cook, wrote a joint letter to the manager, and changed the cook to a batch"

Listening to those voices, Miyako's face suddenly became cold and slowly walked in.

Some people found Gongao, a scream, everyone looked at Gongao, all of them flattered, "President, how come you come to the staff restaurant"

Miyako has never set foot on this place.

"Is standing to do something, give me a seat and fear that I will not give you food." Gong Ou is cold and authentic.

"Don't dare, don't dare."

Not talking about it in the mouth, less than ten seconds, all the well-dressed elite employees instantly find a good position to sit, and each of them is sitting like a primary school student.

Miyako’s face glanced at them in disapproval and then walked to the kitchen door.

Feng De stood at the door and saw him coming down and thought that Gong Ou was angry and had not served yet. He wanted to say a few good words for Xiao Nian, and Miyau raised his hand impatiently and let him go.

Feng De had to leave silently.

Miyao reached out and pushed the door open a little bit, and the smell of a meal floated out from the inside, leaving his stomach empty.

This woman really knows how to catch his stomach.

He looked inside, only when Xiaonian stood in front of the cauldron, wearing a white chef's suit, wearing a high hat, his hand struggling to swing the spoon handle thicker than her arm in the spoon, sweating Dripping, from time to time to reach out to wipe the sweat, the eyebrows are all unable to cover the exhaustion.

On the long table next to it is a plate of egg fried rice with a golden color.

Those are her ones

Miyako stood at the door and stared at her quietly.

I saw her strugglingly scooping up the spoon. Almost everyone hung on the handle of the spoon. Suddenly, she leaned forward with impunity. The eyes of Miyau’s eyes shook and immediately pushed the door in.

His tone revealed a few panic that he did not notice.

"what."

When Xiao Nian was shocked, he quickly retreated a little distance, and this was not posted on the hot pot.

A false alarm.

Her face was hot and red, and she stood firm, and then she looked up at Miyako.

Seeing her safety, Gong Ou sighed with a sigh of relief, and then sarcastically said, "Fried rice is fried into the pot, I saw it for the first time."

That is not his harm, she is not a professional cook.

Xiao Nian thought with some resentment.

Suddenly, Gong Ou slammed her face, "What's wrong with your face?"

When Xiao Nian reached out to his swollen face, the light was awkward. "Nothing."

"Who was hit?"

The voice of Gongou is very cold.

Who dares to move her woman

"I accidentally bumped myself." When Xiao Nian dialed the hair, he covered the swollen half face, then took the topic and asked, "How come you?"

"When you accidentally hit a small thought, you are always stupid." Gong Ou snorted, didn't ask deeply, and then said, "I will supervise your progress, too slow, my subordinates are Shouting hungry."

"I can start cooking, I have already fired so many dishes."

When Xiao Nian said this, he carefully observed the face of Miyako.

If she suspects that she only makes egg fried rice, what should she do? She has no ability and no time to cook other dishes, and she can only accept punishment.

Unexpectedly, Gong Ou looked at nothing and walked away.

In a short while, the staff of the restaurant walked in one team and put the prepared egg fried rice out. When Xiao Nian continued to stir up the rice in the cauldron.

In the restaurant, the egg fried rice is served on the plate.

Color, taste and taste.

The employees saw that the egg fried rice did not move the chopsticks, and the neck continued to wait. After waiting for three minutes to see the new dishes, it was realized that there was only one egg fried rice for dinner.

The complaints are repeated again.

"What happened, let us wait so long, the result is a bowl of egg fried rice"

"What happened to the kitchen today, is it that Zhang Zhang collectively strikes and does something."

"This meal is not delicious, and there are not too many ingredients, just ham and eggs."

"My wife is doing better than this."

The restaurant suddenly complained.

"boom."

Just listening to a loud noise, Gong Ou kicked a chair and the room was quiet and all snorted.

Miyao stood there, looking at them coldly, his voice was hard and authentic. "You have handled the emergency story well, so this is a reward for you."

Everyone, you see me, I look at you, face each other, trying to find a joke from the face of Miyako, but they can't find it.

Appreciation is a plate of fried rice.

Which country is rewarded like this, it is unreasonable.

The manager who was flattering shouted loudly, "President, the egg fried rice tonight is really delicious. It is different from what I have eaten before. The rice is very delicious, is it a change of chef?"

Wen Yan, Gong Ou's lips are hooked.

Of course, it is the chef he has hand-picked, and of course it is delicious.

Miyao is preparing to sit down at a table in front of everyone, and listen to an honest employee in the corner. "Where is it delicious, there are eggs scorched, not good."

Miyao stood there, and his face suddenly became cold. He looked at the man and said coldly, "Come this person out of me, don't let me see him again."

Feng Dezheng came over with two plates of fried rice and heard the words bowing. "Yes, young master."

Soon, two bodyguards rushed in to bring the honest employee out of the crowd.

The rest of the employees dare to complain, and they all bowed their heads to the mouth, and Bian also praised the cooks today for being awesome.

Miyao sat down, picked up a spoon and took a bite of fried rice into his mouth, chewing with relish.

The employees all looked like a ghost, and the president actually ate with them.

Is it a test of everyone’s frugality?

As a result, the employees have started to eat and eat, and there is absolutely no grain left, and they will resolutely carry forward the fine traditional virtues.

When the palace was elegant, but it quickly ate three dishes of fried rice, and attacked the fourth set, everyone's eyes changed.

The president seems to like to eat fried rice.

The president is not testing them, he is really rewarding them.

But the president is not after the British aristocracy, how is this taste different from ordinary people? Is there any deep meaning in this fried rice?

So everyone asked for another set.

In the end, everyone who has not yet penetrated has a new understanding of the taste of the president's adults, and each mood is inexplicably complicated.

In the kitchen.

"The call is finally finished."

When Xiao Nian put a long spoon that was thicker than her arm, the person sat softly on the ground, and the two arms were tired and unconscious.

Worn out.

Never been so tired.

It’s strange that she has already prepared 500 fried rice for the meal. Later, she didn’t know what was going on. The vegetable worker kept telling her that someone had to add a plate and a plate.

In this way, on average, everyone seems to have eaten 2 to 3 dishes.

Almost didn't exhaust her.

Everyone in ne is a big stomach, can't anyone who eats less now do technology?

When "Mouou is a wonderful girl", Xiao Nian shouted at the empty kitchen and vented his deep resentment.

Feng De opened the door and walked in. He heard her shouting and shouted helplessly and said, "Miss, the young master asked you to go to his president."

Please be an order.

"understood."

When Xiao Nian stood up from the ground, his legs were heavy with lead, and he took off his chef's clothes and walked forward like a zombie.

Feng De outside sympathy.

When arriving at the 29th floor by elevator, when you press the doorbell of the president, the closed door will open automatically.

The big president's office, Miyako's desk is from the door to look at.

Is this president used as a playground?

When Xiao Nian secretly groaned in his heart, he walked tiredly and stopped at his desk. "Mr. Gong, do you ask me to come over and have any instructions?"

Miyao is mad at the keyboard, and she hears her eyes hot and red, her voice is low and sexy, with a touch of mercy. "Tonight's meal is doing well, you are passing. Eat here."

He stretched out a chair by his side.

When Xiao Nian noticed that he had a plate of fried rice on the corner of his large desk, he was braving the heat.

"I am eating here when you are eating".

The president's office should not be high.

"Otherwise, you still want to go where to eat." Wen Yan, the palace is a cold face.

It’s enough to give a face to it.

"I am just afraid to bother you." When she said, she had no strength to argue with him.

"Give me a seat."

"Oh."

When Xiao Nian went to the chair beside him, he sat down with two arms and his arms like a heavy weight. He couldn’t lift it.

She was lifted several times and she was defeated.

She is too tired to manage the empty stomach.