Honey: please be careful, hubby

The woman glanced at Nanfeng Language. Although she didn't look anything special, she was wearing something different from the others here, so she asked.

"Mr. Yung, this is..."

"Irrelevant people."

Irrelevant people!

Well, Nanfeng Language thought to himself, he wished he was an irrelevant person, but he wouldn't let go of this irrelevant person!

"Probably... No."

The woman said this with a smile on her face.

"Don't worry about her. We'll talk about us."

With that, his lips moved closer.

Nanfeng Language's eyes widened when she saw this scene. She really did not expect that the private life of this member of parliament in their country was so chaotic. Although it was nothing, it was an open secret in the whole country. After all, a man like him naturally had a lot of women who wanted to stick to him.

But if such a thing spread, it would not be a good thing, and it would affect his career.

Oh, that's strange. What does his career have to do with him? Really!

Turn around and leave.

Who knew...

"Wait, who told you to leave?"

Nanfeng Language really didn't think that the other party was talking to him, so he didn't pay attention to the other party at all until he shouted again:

"Nanfeng Language, stop right there."

What's wrong?

Nanfeng Language turned his head, looking impatient.

"Shouldn't you be serving us here?"

"Isn't there a servant in the house?"

"You are the only one to serve us now."

Nanfeng Language did not know what was wrong with this man. Since he had to do this, she would serve him well.

Walking back to him, she said, "Mr. Yung, is there anything you need?"

"Ask her."

South Wind looked at the woman and said, "Madam, do you need anything?"

There was no bad expression on her face, but she said, "No, I have nothing..."

Gong Yuyun glared at the woman.

Although the woman was surprised, she quickly understood something and said, "Well, give me a glass of orange juice."

"Didn't you eat? Ask her to make some, and I remember that you want eight dishes for a meal, right? All right, Nanfeng Language, you can make eight dishes at will."

The woman was still confused. Nanfeng Language just looked at Gong Yuyun speechlessly. What was going on with him? He either didn't come back, or he came back just like that to himself. Eight dishes. Who would believe that? Seeing this woman as someone who always maintained her figure, it was impossible to eat so much.

"Why are you still standing there? Why don't you hurry up and do it?"

Sure enough, Nanfeng Language didn't leave. Instead, he said, "Mr. Yung, I don't think my cooking is suitable for this lady. If you really want to cook eight dishes, I'll tell the people in the kitchen."

"I'm giving the kitchen people a break today."

Huh?

Nanfeng Language looked at him, only to see that he had called Ma uncle over and ordered such a thing. Ma uncle glanced at Nanfeng Language and walked away.

"Why don't you do it?"

Well, under the eaves, people had to bow their heads.

Nanfeng Language came to the kitchen, where the chefs were all looking at her in circles, and at Ma uncle the same way. They didn't know why they had to take a break all of a sudden, but let's take a break and have a good rest.

Eight dishes, hmph!

Ma uncle walked over and said with a smile, "Miss Nanfeng, is there anything I can help you with?"

"No, I don't think you should come over, Ma uncle. Last time I hurt you so badly, this time you should stay away from me."

"It's okay. Mr. Yung is talking to Miss Xia outside. He won't know."

Miss Xia?

South Wind walked to the door, looked out secretly, and then hurried over, looking extremely gossipy, and said:

"You mean the one outside is Miss Xia. Who's Miss Xia?"

"Miss Xia is the daughter of the Xia family, and their family is a rich country, and Miss Xia's grandfather is a famous figure in the political world. Although he is retired now, the people in the political world are not giving some face?"

Nanfeng Language quickly understood what was going on and said, "So, they are unmarried couples?"

Ma uncle smiled and said, "You'll know later."

What does that mean?

It felt like it was very mysterious.

While she was thinking about it, Ma uncle said, "Miss Nanfeng, don't you hurry up? If you don't do it, it's time for Mr. Yung to make trouble for you."

"Yes, yes, yes."

But there was another question before her, and she said, "What does this Miss Xia like to eat?"

She felt that this Miss Xia did not seem to have any animosity towards her, so she did not like or dislike this Miss Xia either. In short, she just felt that she did not want Gong Yuyun to find trouble.

"So, that's why I'm here to help you."

It seemed that Miss Xia often came over, or Ma uncle would not know what the other party liked. After he finished talking to her, eight dishes were cooked like this.

At this moment, Gong Yuyun had already walked into the kitchen and said impatiently, "Nanfeng Language, are you a snail? Why are you so slow when I ask you to cook? Are you trying to starve my woman to death? Do you know what will happen to you if you make her hungry?"

Nanfeng Language walked out of the small apron with food in his hand. Not only was he not angry, but he smiled and said,

"Come on, come on. Eight dishes are ready. We can eat them now."

Eight dishes, ready?

Speaking of which, it was only an hour. From the earlier stage to the later stage, it should not be so fast.

How could it really be done?

Looking at the dishes coming up, he counted them, and they were really eight dishes. Then he said, "Are you using these to entertain my woman?"

Nanfeng Language smiled and said, "Mr. Yung, why don't you ask Miss Xia if he likes these?"

Miss Xia?

She actually knew who she was.

Xia Zihan walked over from there and looked at the eight dishes on the table. He was overjoyed and said, "Well, Mr. Yung, I love them all. Thank you very much. And, Miss Nanfeng."