After the afternoon filming, Tiantian really came to invite Yang Shuhe and Emma to her room for dinner.

In fact, Yang Shuhe, Emma, ​​and Tiantian lived in a hotel.

They all booked the presidential suite.

Inside the kitchen, dining room, swimming pool, and spa are all available.

This is the treatment that first-line actors deserve.

Yang Shuhe and Emma went back to the room first to tidy up, and when they arrived at Tiantian's room, they saw that the food was ready.

And it is very rich.

What pot of meat, sweet and sour fish, spicy chicken, mapo tofu, winter melon ribs soup and so on.

It can be seen that Tiantian has put a lot of effort into it.

"Wow, there are so many, they all look so tempting." Seeing this, Emma exclaimed in surprise, "Tian, ​​is your assistant a chef?"

"Lan Lan did learn cooking for a while." Sweetie nodded.

Fang Lan is her personal assistant.

It is also beside me at the moment.

Hearing this, he couldn't help but humbly said: "I'm also doing it randomly, I don't know if it suits your taste."

Yang Shuhe saw that Fang Lan actually spoke English. Although he was not fluent, it was very rare.

I don't know how much Tiantian spent to find it, so many talents.

"I'm ready to start. I haven't eaten well during this period of time, and today is just a toothbrush festival!"

Yang Shuhe didn't care about Tiantian and Emma's politeness, and sat down directly, ready to start.

Anyway, everyone is so familiar, there is no need to be too familiar.

"Since you're not used to foreign food, why don't you bring your assistant?"

Tian Tian wondered.

Yang Shuhe: "Uh, I find it troublesome!"

"Is it troublesome to bring an assistant?" Tiantian couldn't understand Yang Shuhe's thinking.

Seeing Tiantian's silly questioning, Yang Shuhe only had to find an excuse: "My assistants can't speak English, so I don't know who will take care of whom when they come!"

Tian Tian: "You often go abroad, in fact, you should find an assistant who is proficient in English, otherwise it will be very inconvenient to do everything by yourself."

Yang Shuhe: "Let's talk about it later!"

At this time, I saw that Emma was competing with Mapo Tofu.

"Hey, why can't I pick this up? Will it break when I pinch it?"

Emma used the chopsticks a little unfamiliarly, and looked at the mapo tofu with annoyed expression.

"I think it's more convenient to use a spoon for this dish."

"Haha," Yang Shuhe laughed, "Look at me!"

Of course, it was easy for him to hold a piece of tofu with chopsticks.

"Do you want to eat it?" Send the tofu to Emma Ziba.

"want!"

Emma opened her mouth.

However, Yang Shuhe didn't feed Emma, ​​but ate it himself.

"Wow, Fang Lan has the level of a chef."

Emma opened her mouth and looked at Yang Shuhe dumbfounded.

If eyes could kill, Yang Shuhe would have been quartered by five horses.

"Hmph, I'm going to get a fork!"

Emma put down her chopsticks angrily, and ran to the kitchen to get a fork and spoon.

It's much more convenient now.

Perhaps it was to take revenge on Yang Shuhe for teasing her just now, during the next meal, Emma always opposed Yang Shuhe and robbed him of all kinds of food.

Whatever Yang Shuhe likes, Emma will always fight for it.

Therefore, such voices have always been heard at the dinner table.

"Give this chicken back to me!"

"Ah, that rib is mine too!"

"The last piece of pot meat is mine!"

"..."

Yang Shuhe didn't expect that Emma was still a foodie.

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