Dumplings?

Fang Zhengdong thought he had misheard.

Gu Qichen had already begun to instruct him: "First go wash and chop the celery you just bought." ”

Fang Zhengdong sighed in his heart.

He knew that the president would not give him a vacation easily.

But Fang Zhengdong was very curious.

Why did the president suddenly get interested in cooking by himself, or make particularly troublesome dumplings.

Fang Zhengdong went to the refrigerator to get the ingredients, and said, "Doesn't the president like to eat dumplings?" ”

Gu Qichen actually doesn't like noodles very much.

Fang Zhengdong has followed him for so many years and knows his dietary preferences very well.

Gu Qichen said naturally: "For suer, he can only eat some easy-to-digest food every time he sleeps, the dumplings are just right, and the nutrition is balanced." ”

Fang Zhengdong continued to be surprised.

It turned out to be for that little ball.

Does the president regard Xiaotuanzi as his son?

Do you know that the company's official business is piling up, and the managers of each department are waiting for a meeting.

And have the leisure to make dumplings for Xiaotuanzi at home?

Of course, Fang Zhengdong only dared to slander these words in his stomach.

On the surface, I want to praise that the president is really a good family man, and he will be a good husband and father in the future.

The process of dumplings is very troublesome, with yourself and the filling, the flour is fermented and rolled out of the dough, and finally the dumplings are wrapped.

The two big men were busy almost all afternoon, and finally made a whole table of dumplings.

So many dumplings, it's probably enough for a small dumpling to eat for half a month.

Fang Zhengdong asked: "President, didn't you say that the parents of the group will definitely come to pick up the little group in the past two days?" How can he finish making so many dumplings? ”

Gu Qichen frowned slightly: "Prepare a small Xiaoice box, let him take it away when he can't finish eating." ”

Fang Zhengdong was speechless.

President, Xiaotuanzi lives in the United States.

Is it possible to bring a refrigerator all the way back?

There is no shortage of this ration!

But no matter what Gu Qichen said, Fang Zhengdong could only do it.

In the evening, Xiao Tuanzi woke up.

Gu Qichen happened to cook a pot of dumplings.

In the evening, Gu Qichen also stayed with Fang Zhengdong to finish eating.

The stuffing is the president's and, and the dumplings are the president's bag.

Fang Zhengdong just made a move.

Fang Zhengdong didn't expect the president to make a very delicious taste.

Fang Zhengdong ate a lot, and praised when he put down his chopsticks: "The president's craftsmanship is so good, no wonder Miss Xia always said that she was a chef who was delayed by the CEO." ”

After Fang Zhengdong said this, he felt an inexplicable sigh in his heart.

For so many years, she has always been cautious in her words and deeds in front of Gu Qichen.

That person's name has always been a taboo.

It's probably because today's president treats him like a friend, and he actually crossed the line for a while.

Sure enough, Gu Qichen's face had turned cold.

Fang Zhengdong was about to apologize.

The little dumpling next to him suddenly said: "Uncle, I still want a bowl, and the dumplings I make are the best I have ever tasted." ”

Being praised by Xiao Tuanzi like this, Gu Qichen's originally gloomy face quickly eased.

even showed a hint of a smile: "I'll serve it, eat more if it's delicious." ”

For the first time, Fang Zhengdong was so grateful to Xiao Tuanzi, he simply saved his life.

Fang Zhengdong stood up diligently: "President, I'll go to Sheng." ”

After dinner, Fang Zhengdong went back.

Xiao Tuanzi went to the study to read by himself.

At this moment, Xia Yangyang's car was parked under a plane tree outside Fengting Villa.

She followed the positioning of the summer night and chased all the way from the capital to here......