Match? 9
"He's a good match?!"
Worthy of making yourself uncomfortable?
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Mu Qianxue left the ward, and hurriedly went to the back kitchen of the five-star hotel next to the hospital, leaving the world-class chef alone, standing on the opposite side nervously.
The chef tried hard to think about whether he had inadvertently offended this evil god today, and after thinking about it, he found that this was the first time he had come into contact with this top wealthy person, not to mention contact, and he had only seen it from a distance.
"You're a world chef?" Mu Qianxue's eyes looked at the chef like a knife, as if he wanted to see through his soul.
"Yes...... Target...... Admire...... The chef was nervously breaking out in a cold sweat on his forehead, and his waist was straight, like a prisoner about to be executed waiting for death.
"Teach ......" Mu Qian Xue just said a word, and the chef knelt down with a humble posture, changing his previous arrogance, which made people can't believe that he was the world-level chef who was arrogant among many unknown chefs.
A pair of eyes as small as beans were full of pleading at this time, and Mu Qianxue, who was watching, raised his eyebrows.
"...... Start"
"I know I'm going to die in seven days, please spare me!" The chef hurriedly kowtowed, interrupting what Mu Qianxue was about to say.
Gu Mingshi: "......"
"Me"
"I'm damned! You shouldn't offend adults, please don't care about the villains, and let them go next time. The chef slapped himself in the face, and the sound was so loud and terrifying that his chubby face instantly doubled.
Mu Qianxue picked up the kitchen knife, glanced at the chef and said coldly: "Teach me to make ......"
"I know I'm not going to do things, and I won't be going to." The chef started his own performance by acting and directing, and Mu Qianxue, a person with extremely high cultivation, wanted to kick him.
The voice is loud and ugly, and he is still a big man, crying like a girl, and he doesn't know what is in his brain.
He seriously doubted the moisture of the world-class chef, the chef's highest honor.
He didn't want to waste so much time, he wanted to make good soup, boil porridge, and give Ai Qian money to eat, not something he made with his own hands, and he didn't want to give Ai Qian money at all, because once he thought that it was something that other men had touched, and gave Ai Qian money to touch, this realization made him feel uncomfortable all over.
"Shut up!"
The chef trembled all over, and instantly became honest and did not dare to speak again.
"Teach me to boil shrimp porridge and pork ribs and kelp soup! You won't get out of here for me, call someone who will! Mu Qian Xue said coldly, these are the foods he likes, and he thinks Ai Qianqian should also like them.
The chef was stunned, suspecting that he had just had a problem with his ears, and after a short circuit for a few seconds, he reacted, and his whole face instantly turned red, realizing what stupid things he had just done, and he wanted to give himself a few slaps.
No one would have thought that Mu Qianxue, who was known for his cruelty and ruthlessness, would come to him to teach him how to cook food, which was obviously not something that a person like Mu Qianxue would do!
"I will, Mr. Mu."
So the farce that the chef acted and directed himself ended with, and Mu Qianxue also began to give Ai Qian money to make porridge and soup .......
This scene was heard by Leng Hanxue, the bodyguard who was standing at the door eavesdropping, her eyes were full of darkness, she was extremely familiar with Mu Qianxue, and today she actually found that she understood Mu Qianxue, and only then did she know that Mu Qianxue also had such a cute side.
But—damn it, these belong to a porcelain girl with ill intentions!
Don't think that she doesn't know what Ai Qianqian is doing, she will definitely not let Ai Qianqian succeed!
Anyone who wants to infringe on Mu Qianxue's rights and interests will be planted!
Due to excessive mood swings, the insect-shaped birthmark on Leng Hanxue's wrist, as if it were life, squirmed on the skin surface, emitting a trace of black gas.
Leng Hanxue felt the abnormality of her body, raised her hand and looked at her wrist, the birthmark was squirming like a live worm, she was stunned for a second, and then her other hand reacted, pinching the wriggling birthmark, and the birthmark instantly returned to calm.