Domineering president's special love

This sleep, Shi Qinghuan slept until dusk.

“……”

In an instant, Shi Qinghuan opened his eyes and seemed to wake up suddenly. Suddenly, he bounced up from the bed with long, dishevelled curls on his head. In the line of sight, I saw Huo Zhanbei sitting on the sofa reading. I had a feeling of what is going on.

Where is this? Why is she here?

"Master, hiss -"

As soon as Shi Qinghuan opened his mouth, he covered his head. Oh, why does your head hurt so much?

Hearing the news, Huo Zhanbei raised his hand, put down his book and came over“ Wake up? "

He took the thermos cup sent by Mrs. Huo in his hand and opened the lid. "Drink this, don't you have a headache? It'll be better. It's sobering soup. "

"Oh."

Shi Qinghuan took it, drank it in his hand, and muttered in doubt, "what's the matter with me? Did I drink? I didn't... "

Speaking of this, he paused and looked up at Huo Zhanbei. "Is that... What I drink... Wine?"

Huo Zhanbei smiled and nodded, "well, cocktail."

"What cocktail? It's made like juice!" Shi Qinghuan frowned and complained.

Huo Zhanbei chuckled, "yes, you're right."

Shi Qing laughed, "ha ha... What a joke. Is this master's room? "

"Yes." Huo Zhanbei nodded, "don't worry, the sheets are clean. I live by myself. This room is just placed."

When Qinghuan lifted the quilt and got out of bed, "it's so late."

Huo Zhanbei raised his hand and looked at his watch. "After a rest, go downstairs. The dinner didn't start... But you can wake up first. My garden is good. I'll go with you. "

"Well, good." Shi Qing smiled and nodded, followed Huo Zhanbei, went out and went downstairs.

Downstairs at this time, it's already very lively.

On Mrs. Huo's birthday, many guests naturally came.

As soon as Huo Zhanbei came downstairs, they met the housekeeper in a panic“ Young master, Miss Shi... "

"What's the matter?" Huo Zhan frowned, "flustered, what happened?"

"Ouch." The housekeeper frowned and hurried.

"Young master... Don't mention it. The kitchen is in a mess now! The chef in charge of Southern cuisine has a stomach trouble. At this point, he hasn't been affected yet! At the moment, madam, I'm worried. "

Then he said, "I contacted 'Qingyun kitchen', but... I can't draw out a chef to help temporarily."

The housekeeper was worried. "Young master, I won't say it first. I have to find a way."

Then he walked away.

Huo Zhanbei frowned and said nothing. He couldn't help with it“ Qinghuan, let's go. "

"Hey, master?"

When Qinghuan pulled Huo Zhanbei.

"Huh?" Huo Zhanbei didn't know, so, "what's the matter? Are you still uncomfortable? "

"No." Shi Qinghuan frowned, shook his head and pointed to himself, "there is Southern cuisine in my house... Southern cuisine, I can do it."

Huo Zhanbei was stunned, "this... How can this work? You are a guest! "

"What guests are you talking about at this time?" Shi Qinghuan shook his head. "Besides, can I be a guest? I'm your student. "

She urged Huo Zhanbei, "don't say that. Take me to the kitchen, Southern food... I can do well."

Huo Zhanbei hesitated for a moment and nodded, "OK, come with me."

In the kitchen, Mrs. Huo was at a loss.

On a banquet day like today, something went wrong in the kitchen. How could she not be in a hurry? You know, this kind of banquet in the upper class society, the gathering is false, and the real purpose is to win over the network of contacts.

If you neglect the guests, it's no small matter.

At this time, Huo Zhanbei stood in front of his mother with Shi Qinghuan, "Mom."

"Ouch."

Mrs. Huo turned around and smiled, "Zhanbei, why did you bring Qinghuan here? This is the kitchen. There is a lot of oil smoke... Go out and play. "

"No..."

Shi Qinghuan shook his head and hurriedly said, "Mrs. Huo, Southern food... I can do it. If there is no cook, let me come."

"You?" Mrs. Huo was surprised. "Can you... Cook?"

"Yes." Shi Qinghuan smiled and nodded. "I learned from my grandmother. I've learned all kinds of cuisines. Our Haicheng is in the south. We're especially good at Southern cuisine."

"Ouch..."

Mrs. Huo was surprised, "but... You are a guest. How can you come?"

"Mrs. Huo, let me come."

Shi Qinghuan shook his head and insisted“ I don't know about your birthday today... I'm so sorry to come here empty handed. I'll cook you a meal as a birthday present for you. See? "

What she said was very useful to Mrs. Huo.

She nodded again and again, "well, I'll take this gift... Thank you, Qinghuan."

Shi Qinghuan smiled, "Mrs. Huo is polite, then I... Used to be busy."

"Hey..."

Mrs. Huo quickly beckoned to help the kitchen, "come here and help."

"Yes, madam."

Shi Qinghuan was busy with the kitchen helper. Mrs. Huo looked at her and her son. She couldn't help laughing, "Zhanbei, don't look at your silence. You haven't brought a girl home for many years. It's a best place to come back from this area."

Huo Zhanbei was silent, but he knew that Qinghuan was a treasure.

"Ouch."

Mrs. Huo praised repeatedly, "great, great! Is there anything else she won't? It looks good, can study and cook. Oh, it's perfect. "

Listening to his mother's praise, Huo Zhanbei kept smiling.

He raised his eyes and looked into the kitchen. His eyes followed Shi Qinghuan's figure, hoping... One day, she could really become his wife.

when the evening lights are lit

Huo family, the dinner officially begins.

The banquet outside has already opened, but Huo Zhanbei is waiting at the kitchen door.

Shi Qinghuan shook his neck, followed the apron and handed it to the servant, "just take it out of the incubator when serving... Well, I'm out."

"Yes, Miss Shi worked hard."

"Nothing."

Shi Qinghuan smiled and went out of the kitchen door. As soon as I went out, I met Huo Zhanbei, "master."

Huo Zhanbei frowned slightly. Seeing the way she rubbed her neck, she was distressed, "are you tired?"

"Ha ha." Shi Qing smiled and shook his head. "No, are you tired after cooking a few dishes? I'm not made of paper. "

Huo Zhanbei held her hand. "Go, the banquet in front is open... You've been busy for so long, you have to make up for it."

"Hey..."

In a hurry, Shi Qinghuan grabbed him. "Master, I can't."

"Huh?" Huo Zhanbei wondered, "why not?"

"I now..."

Shi Qinghuan pointed to himself, "there's a smell of oil smoke, and ah... There's wine smell and seasoning oil smoke on this skirt. How can I go out?"

Huo Zhanbei narrowed his eyes and looked at her. He was really... Embarrassed. But what?

He thought for a moment, his eyes brightened, "Qinghuan, you wait for me here for a while, and I'll be right back."