Fall in love with kissing you

"Pa!"

The crisp sound suddenly exploded in the busy but quiet back kitchen. Everyone was surprised, their necks shrunk, subconsciously swallowed saliva, and some stiff turned their heads to look at the place where the sound came from.

The only thing I saw was the clouds on Shah Khan's face. He said fiercely, "what do you do for your money? It's so bad, who can eat it?! is there no food that can make the princess have an appetite?"

Shah Khan's sudden anger stunned everyone, but he didn't know how to answer and who should answer, so you pushed me one by one and I squeezed you. No one wanted to be the first to bear Shah Khan's anger.

The crowd's pushing and shoving completely angered Shah Khan. Shah Khan was so angry that he directly overturned everything on one side.

"Push, push! If you don't give me a reasonable explanation, I won't let you go!"

Now the chefs dared not push each other. They came forward and said, "maybe the recent dishes are not to the princess's taste. We have other dishes here. The princess can have a taste."

"Yes, yes, princess. I'm tired of those dishes on weekdays. We'll prepare some novel dishes for the princess."

When you talk to me, Shah Khan's head is big.

Shah Khan couldn't help his forehead. He sighed deeply in his heart and said impatiently, "shut up and prepare some more dishes for the princess. If you can't do it again, you'll be punished."

After hearing this, the chefs breathed a sigh of relief, quickly walked to their original position, rolled up their sleeves, helped the cook's hat, and began to do it.

The dishes to be cooked below are very important. The chefs show their magic powers one after another. They hope that their dishes can taste like the princess. They don't say to please the princess, but ask the princess to be satisfied and don't punish them.

One of the fat chefs, frowning and worried, wiped the sweat on his forehead. He didn't know whether it was hot or scared. His extremely prominent stomach almost stood on the table, which made Shahan's eyes a meal, and then looked away.

Shaerhan didn't pay attention to the cooks' cooking skills. She only cares whether these people can make dishes that suit her appetite. Now only filling the stomach is the main thing, and the others are secondary.

This time, Shah Khan did not urge them any more, but waited quietly for them to do well, because they were all using fire, and it was inevitable that the temperature in the kitchen began to rise. Although Shah Khan was located at the door and had some ventilation, it was inevitable that the temperature was too high.

Shah Khan really couldn't stay. Look at what these people did. She quickly asked Carrie to take herself out and wait. She didn't want to stay any longer for a minute.

Carrie knew that the princess felt hot and hurriedly pushed Shahan out. The temperature in the kitchen was very high. Although Carrie could accept it, Shahan was different.

As a princess of a country, Shahan has always been spoiled. She can't say it's cold and hot. Therefore, she can't adapt to the temperature in the kitchen.

Out of the kitchen, Shah Khan felt a slight coolness on his face. The soft wind hit his face, blowing away the rising heat and soothing Shah Khan's sudden intolerance.

Shah Khan closed his eyes and felt the wind blowing, and a comfortable smile appeared at the corners of his mouth. It was so comfortable. Shah Khan gradually forgot that he was still waiting for the chefs to cook in the wind, so he felt a little sleepy.

"Princess, princess," Carrie whispered in Shah Khan's ear.

"What's the matter?" Shah Khan said unhappily. Anyone who is awakened when he is about to fall asleep will be unhappy.

"The food is ready. Would you like to try it?"

After Carrie's reminder, Shah Khan remembered that he was waiting for the cook to taste the dishes. Unexpectedly, he forgot!

Although he was annoyed in his heart, he had no waves on his face, and even answered coldly, "well, they can't do it well any more. They will suffer."

Carrie didn't say a word, but silently pushed the wheelchair and went to the back kitchen. As soon as sharhan went in, she saw countless pairs of eyes looking forward to looking at her.

Shah Khan narrowed his eyes slightly, swept them one by one from the chefs' faces, and finally landed on the freshly prepared meals. He had to say that his appearance was good, at least much better than those just now.

Shah Khan had some expectations in his heart. Maybe this can be eaten. Shah Khan took the tableware handed over by Carrie and was eager to try.

Shah Khan tried the chefs' new dishes with great expectation. However, with just one bite, Shah Khan spit it out again.

How much I expected, how disappointed I am now.

The chefs, including Carrie, couldn't help shivering when they saw this scene. Unexpectedly, the hard-made dishes still didn't suit Shahan's taste. Waiting for them, they didn't know what punishment it was.

Shah Khan closed his eyes, but this time he didn't throw away the tableware in his hand. Perhaps he was too disappointed, and Shah Khan didn't even bother to be angry. Just swept the crowd one by one with cold eyes.

Cold words jumped out of Shah Khan's mouth one by one: "my princess really overestimated you, but it's still so hard to swallow."

The cooks were frightened like quails, holding their heads and afraid to speak.

"Waste." Shah Khan calmly said these two words, but hit them hard in the hearts of the people, "I don't believe you to ask the chef out. No one can make food that suits the princess's taste."

When Shahan called the chef out, the chefs were half happy and half afraid, but no one dared to move. When Shah Khan saw that his eyes were cold and was about to attack, he saw a thin cook standing behind the crowd. After taking a look at Shah Khan, he turned and ran away to call the chef.

He was sensible, and Shah Khan smiled in his heart.

Knowing shar Khan's temper, the short and thin chef kept looking for the chef for fear of delaying too much time. He dragged along all the way and didn't even have time to explain too much to the chef. When the chef arrived, he was still at a loss.

As soon as the chef arrived, he saw his royal highness sitting in a wheelchair, unpredictable. But the intolerance in his eyes was still leaked out. The rows were lined up like a quail, and the chef probably guessed one or two.

It must be these people who made the princess angry. The chef thought so. After all, these people are the guys who have been with him for many years. They are regarded by him in everything they say and do. Although they are not pure and good, they are also good-natured. I don't know where they provoked the headstrong and unruly Lord.

But the princess came to him in such a hurry to punish these people. He must strive to reduce the punishment.

Thinking so, the chef came forward eagerly. Before the chef said anything, Shah Khan took the lead in opening his mouth.

"The princess is very disappointed that she has spent money to raise a group of waste." Shah Khan pursed his lips, looked cold and looked straight at the chef.

The chef was surprised, but he was always serious. He just touched his beard and asked, "I don't know what happened to make the princess so angry."

Shah Khan glanced at the chef and didn't speak. The chef had to look away at Carrie who had been following the princess. Carrie looked at a pair of Shahan who refused to talk and whispered, "these meals are not to the taste of the princess."

Not to your taste? impossible! The chef retorted that no one knows more about the abilities of these people than him. Even if they are not delicious, they should not make the princess unable to eat a mouthful.

Although he thought so, the chef didn't dare to touch the mildew of Shah Khan. He just said, "why don't I cook some dishes for the princess to taste?"

"No, if the chef's skill is the same as those of these people, why should the princess taste it?" Shahan refused coldly, with a gentle tone.

I didn't expect to be rejected so directly. The chef's face was a little ugly for the moment, but it was not easy to refute anything. He might be better than the people in the kitchen, but seeing the princess's disgusting expression, it is estimated that even if he did well, the princess still didn't like it.

Just when the chef didn't know what to do for a moment, his brain suddenly flashed. Unexpectedly, he thought of the strange Oriental youth who accidentally broke into the kitchen at that time.

At that time, the skill that the Oriental Youth showed in the kitchen was really amazing. Maybe his dishes could be liked by the princess.

Thinking so, the chef touched his beard. Because he was thinking about things, his face was more serious. The chef, who was originally quite serious, was even more daunting.

"Since the princess is not satisfied with my cooking, I won't make a fool of myself," said the chef, "but I met a man by chance. It can be said that his cooking is amazing. If the princess doesn't mind, you can send someone to ask him to cook for the princess."

The chef respected a person so much, which made Shahan very curious, but he didn't expect too much from the person the chef said, but said in a lack of interest: "I don't know who the chef said?"

The chef thought for a moment. The last time the Oriental Youth came, he reported his name. However, because the Chinese name was really difficult for him, he almost forgot it. The chef hesitated and said, "it seems that it's called, Yan... Yan Siyuan."

Yan Siyuan?!

Shah Khan suddenly grabbed the handle of the wheelchair and couldn't believe it was him. It seems that Yan Siyuan is really walking wantonly in the hotel. Shah Khan held his emotions in his eyes and said, "since it's Mr. Yan, Carrie, you'll invite Mr. Yan for the princess, and only say that the princess has something to discuss with him."

"Yes, princess."

After Carrie answered, she immediately went to Yan Siyuan.

This Xiang Yan Siyuan and Chu Qing have left the back garden of the hotel and returned to their room. They just ran into Shahan, which made them no longer interested in going shopping, so they simply returned to their room.

After they returned to their room, they were more intimate than outside. They leaned against each other and talked constantly. At this time, a sudden knock on the door interrupted their conversation.

"Dong Dong, is Mr. Yan there?"