Domineering president, forgive me

"Er... It's not me. It's hongpo's craft, but hongpo praised me and said I learned very fast." Although Xiangyang wanted to say that she did it by herself, she still felt that it was shameless to risk other people's achievements, but she said the following sentence with a proud face. Her eyes were shining waiting for Jiang Yuanzhou's praise.

"Then I should soon be able to eat the food you cooked yourself." Jiang Yuanzhou looked at Xiangyang with expectant eyes, which surprisingly didn't damage Xiangyang.

Xiangyang didn't speak. He took a chopstick dish to Jiang Yuanzhou, and Jiang Yuanzhou also took a dish to Xiangyang. The two people came and went in love. Such a warm atmosphere lasted until the night. The two people in the house were warm and the night outside seemed to be melted.

The next day was the weekend. Jiang Yuanzhou didn't go to the company and stayed at home with Xiangyang. The two stayed in bed until noon, and then Xiang Yang patted his chest and said to cook for Jiang Yuanzhou. As a result, Jiang Yuanzhou didn't dare to move his chopsticks. The only one who looked better was Jiang Yuanzhou, who hesitated for a long time and took a bite. His whole face was green and salty. Jiang Yuanzhou listened to the voice of protest from himself and Xiangyang's stomach, so he had to reluctantly order takeout.

In the afternoon, Jiang Yuanzhou and Xiang Yang hurriedly cooked simple home dishes under the guidance of Hong Po. They avoided the splashing oil and banged like fighting. Hong Po couldn't help laughing at them.

At night, the two people are still fighting for the remote control on the sofa. Jiang Yuanzhou always pretends not to be able to grab Xiangyang, pretending to be wronged and regretful, looking at her proud appearance, and then pretending to be helpless to watch boring TV dramas with Xiangyang. Xiangyang stares at the screen, while Jiang Yuanzhou stares at Xiangyang. Warmth overflows the whole room.

Sometimes when Jiang Yuanzhou wants to go to the company, Xiangyang goes shopping with all kinds of flowers and plants without class and moves back to the corner of Jiang Yuanzhou's villa. After hongpo comes, Xiangyang learns to cook with hongpo with an open mind. Sometimes Xiangyang is extremely bored and calls hongpo to beg hongpo to take her to buy vegetables. She can't cook optically and has to learn to choose ingredients, right?

It's hard to make trouble. The days passed day by day. The days when Xiang Yang and Jiang Yuanzhou lived together at the beginning were like a green orange, sweet and sour, but full of good taste.

In Jiang's old house, Murong Qiu sat on the sofa and looked at the busy red woman. She opened her mouth with a curious look, and then closed her mouth again. Red woman Yu Guang saw Murong Qiu who wanted to stop talking and walked past wisely.

"Is there anything I can do, madam?" The red woman stood in front of murongqiu and bowed slightly.

"Sit down. I want to know something about you." Murongqiu greeted the red lady warmly when she saw her coming.

"Madam, please speak." the red woman sat upright a little far away from Murong autumn.

"I heard that my son seems to be living with a girl recently?" Murongqiu tried carefully.

"Yes, madam. The young master and Miss Xiang have been together for some time. Miss Xiang has also learned cooking from me." The red woman has no expression. The dialogue between the master and servant cannot be vague. Although Murong Qiu is very easy-going, she is always the employer.

"It's nice of you to tell me what you know." Murongqiu could not hide her excitement. Her son lived with Xiangjia girl for some time, which showed that she was not far from her grandson.

"I only occasionally go to Miss Xiang Yang every class. Young master and Miss Xiang usually..." the red woman looked at murongqiu's excited look, and she still spoke without expression.

Murongqiu slowly listened to the story of hongpo. It seems that her son and Xiangjia girl are very loving. Love is good. The more loving she is, the sooner she can embrace her grandson.

"Well, I have nothing to do now. Thank you. Go and help you." Murongqiu smiled and waved to hongpo that she could leave.

Red woman returned to the table and continued to pick up a rag to wipe. Murongqiu couldn't sit down. Murongqiu wondered if she should go to see her daughter-in-law? Bring some Shiquan tonic soup to keep your grandchildren healthy.

Murongqiu is an action school. She always wants to do it one by one. She quickly called hongpo and said, "hongpo, go and buy some old hen and stew a perfect tonic soup. I'll bring it to my daughter-in-law." Murongqiu asked him to help him upstairs and wanted to share the good news with Jiang Qingwei.

A few hours later, the old hen in the pot has been stewed soft. This kind of meat that melts in the mouth is the most delicious. The red woman is very considerate to hold two bowls for murongqiu and Jiang Qingwei, and the rest are all packed in a heat preservation box. Murong Qiu drank the chicken soup cooked by hongpo and showed a greedy and satisfied smile. Delicious food always makes people feel happy. Murongqiu looked satisfied after drinking. She almost forgot where she was going next.

"Madam, shall I prepare your car?" The red woman timely reminded murongqiu, and murongqiu showed a sudden expression.

"Yes, go." Murongqiu picked up the insulation box wrapped by hongpo and walked slowly to the door. Hongpo trotted all the way to inform the driver.

On the back seat of the black Lincoln, murongqiu couldn't help urging the driver Lao Wang to drive faster. Lao Wang, the driver, said that he was still playing the steering wheel slowly.

Half an hour later, murongqiu got out of the car and knocked on the door of Jiang Yuanzhou's house with a heat preservation box.

Xiang Yang jumped over and opened the door. His face was full of surprises, thinking about how Jiang Yuanzhou came back early today. When she opened the door and saw a familiar lady, she was stunned.

"Aunt how..." Xiang Yang was confused and didn't know how to ask.

"I heard you were together. Come and see you." Murongqiu answered with a gentle smile.

"Ah, aunt, come in." Xiangyang hurriedly welcomed Murong Qiu in and took the heat preservation box in Murong Qiu's hand with both hands.

Murongqiu sat down and looked at Xiangyang with gentle satisfaction. This girl has moistened a lot these days and looked a little more mellow than last time.

"That's the chicken soup I brought you. It's been stewed for hours. Try it quickly." Murongqiu looked at Xiangyang, who sat rigidly opposite, and said.

"Ah, it's really troublesome. Thank you." Xiangyang opened the insulation box with a embarrassed face. Suddenly, a smell of meat floated all over the room. Xiangyang was fascinated by the strong aroma.

Xiangyang took out two sets of bowls and chopsticks from the cabinet. She poured out the soup in the incubator and handed it to murongqiu. She smiled and said, "aunt, I can't drink much by myself. Let's drink together."

Murongqiu could not resist the temptation of aroma and took it over. The two people chatted while drinking soup slowly. The porcelain bowl bottomed out little by little, and the sky darkened little by little. Murong Qiu looked at the time and stood up.