Gu Xie Wu put away his luggage and immediately went to work in the kitchen.

She had always fantasized that one day if she had her own place to live, she would have to cook for herself.

As a post-90s generation with a fairly good family background, the reason why she knows how to cook is because of her stepmother's training.

Every year when she goes back during the winter and summer vacations, Pan Yu can always find countless reasons for her to help cook, from the initial letting her wash rice and cook rice, to letting her fry a green vegetable by the way, and then to the fact that she can handle the Chinese New Year's Eve dinner by herself.

In the meantime, she didn't know how many times she had been scalded by the hot oil, and how many times she had been sharply guessed how many times she had cut her fingers.

When Givenchy went to learn piano and dance, she was learning to cook and do laundry at home.

If this is not a preference, Gu Xie Wu doesn't know what a preference.

And Dad always said about it that Givenchy has a talent and talent, and her talent is cooking.

Every time Gu Jiewu heard this kind of words, he would feel that the food he made was difficult to swallow.

Why is she only good at cooking?

Why only learn to cook.

Seeing the boiling soup in the pot, Gu Jiewu leaned on the table and cried.

There is no one here who can cry uncontrollably.

She whined and cried.

Zhao Hongguang was originally worried about whether she would encounter any trouble when she came alone, so he deliberately came back early.

I didn't want to open the door and hear a heartbreaking sound.

She cried very sadly.

He did not go in, but quietly closed the door.

I remember that he couldn't say it before, and he also wanted to find a place where no one was around to cry or roar.

However, he didn't have that chance, and over time he forgot what it was like.

Now hearing her cry like that, he didn't want to interrupt.

Who would understand her grievances, and she certainly didn't want him to see her crying.

It was about another hour before he opened the door and went in.

In the middle, he was looked at several times by the security guard who drove around, but fortunately, the security guard knew him, otherwise he would have to go to the bureau for tea.

As soon as I opened the door, I saw Gu Jiewu wearing an old T-shirt cooking braised fish, although the range hood was on, the aroma of food still wafted out.

Gu Xie Wu was frightened by Zhao Hongguang, and the spatula almost fell to the ground: "President, why did you come back so early, don't you have to eat?"

She mean, President, don't you have to go out for dinner anymore?

Zhao Hongguang pretended not to understand: "Andy didn't tell you that you want to make dinner?"

Gu Xie Wu shook his head and said no.

Zhao Hongguang looked puzzled: "But what are you doing?"

Gu Xie Wu looked at the pork bone winter melon soup that she was about to stew, the fried small green vegetables and the rice that had been pressed, she felt that it was no longer important to explain anything.

Is she now a dove occupying the magpie's nest and doing whatever she wants, is this kind of behavior no different from a robber?

If she is strict, she will even be dismissed and swept out of the house.

Gu Xie Wuqun weighed the pros and cons and immediately changed his words and said: "President, you sit down first, and the braised fish will be fine immediately." ”

Zhao Hongguang smiled and walked towards the second floor: "I'll go change clothes." ”

Usually after work, he likes to wear home clothes.

Although he has a tight workaholic face and is not smiling when he is in the company, he actually feels that he is very soft or very eloquent.

When he first started his business, he went to run sales by himself, and he said what he is doing now.

Later, after spending all day in front of the office and those troubles at home, he learned how to be insensitive.

I also forgot how to get along with people and talk to them.

Rao wanted to show his kindness to her as much as possible, but he only habitually used small means to make her submit.

For example, just now, he knew that she was talking about the scene, but he used "skills" to make her unable to refute it.

He sometimes hates himself like this, but when he saw Gu Xie Wu changing into a cotton floral skirt and waiting for him to eat together at the dinner table.

His little guilt was immediately gnawed by the dog again.

Or he has the nature of a businessman in his bones, and he is mercenary.

Gu Xie Wu changed out of the T-shirt stained with some oil smoke, washed his face, and sat cleanly on the golden European-style chair.

She found that President Zhao was really a nouveau riche and liked that faint golden halo, and the whole house was in this tone.

It stands to reason that he should be a person who looks quite ascetic, and such people are generally either black, white, gray or blue.

Like, fifty shades of gray or something!

Fortunately, although President Zhao is not at home to eat the fireworks in the world, he still has dishes and chopsticks.

The milky white porcelain tableware is worth a lot of money at a glance.

Using rice in such a bowl, she simply felt that the rice was a lot more expensive.

The rice was bought in the rice shop in the vegetable market, two yuan and five pounds, and she only cooked her own portion, so when President Zhao said that he wanted to eat with her, she immediately cooked some more.

It is not necessary to lie and be round.

Gu Jiewu laid out the meal, the braised fish was sweetly and sour, she liked this sweet and sour taste, the small green vegetables were fried and green, and the winter melon and bone broth showed a watery light green color in the jade white soup pot, which looked very bright and delicious.

A few green onions floated on it, and the aroma of bone broth filled the table.

President Zhao rarely eats such ...... Home-cooked dishes, with a satisfied face.

The main seat Gu Xie Wu was naturally left to the owner of the house, Gu Xie Wu sat on the right side, near the kitchen counter, and turned around to serve the rice.

Gu Xie Wu looked at the little bit of rice he had cooked, and first put soup in President Zhao's bowl.

Obviously doing it to cover up his mistakes, President Zhao bought it.

As soon as I sat down, I had a smile on my face.

took a sip of the soup, which was very fragrant: "A girl of your age rarely knows how to cook." ”

Especially since she was born in an academy of fine arts, most people who study art claim to be artists, and they use one pair of hands to wash and make soup, which feels that it is an insult to their hands.

Gu Jiewu is rarely praised by others, and cooking at home will be disliked, Givenchy always says that eating too much salt is harmful to health, and too little salt is tasteless.

Anyway, she can always find faults.

That feeling is like picking bones in eggs.

I remember when Givenchy first arrived at their house, when he grabbed her for more ribs, he didn't say how unpalatable the ribs his father was.

In retrospect, the taste wasn't really good, it was all salt.

It may be that when people grow up, they will deliberately forget the things they did when they were young.

It's just that why she remembers it so clearly, and she even remembers how many pieces she ate on that plate of ribs.

"My family is very busy with business, and sometimes I ...... Will help, over time, it will be. (To be continued.) )