The car door opened, and two men got out of the car.

Tang Zhi was carrying a few black plastic bags in his left hand, a large bag of rice on his right shoulder, and Assistant Bei, who got out of the car with him, was carrying a large barrel of oil and various other spices in the back.

One after the other, they walked towards the villa.

Tang Zhi no longer has that clean appearance, the buttons of his suit jacket have been unbuttoned, the tie is torn crookedly, the trousers of the suit are stained with some stains, and the shiny leather shoes are not even known to have been splashed on them, and they are a big piece black.

Despite this, Tang Zhi still straightened his waist, and his handsome face still had a cool expression, as if he was not carrying rice, but a cannon, and what he was carrying was not ingredients, but tens of billions of contracts!

Assistant Bei is used to the whims of his big boss, and he will not be surprised when he does anything, so he has always had a calm expression.

The two of them moved their things into the kitchen, Tang Zhi took off his blazer, threw it aside, then ripped off his tie, unbuttoned a few buttons on his shirt, unbuttoned the cufflinks, and pulled them up one by one, revealing half of his arm with extremely sexy muscular lines.

He said to Assistant Bei who was waiting on the side: "You go back to the company, the documents are not in a hurry to be put first, and the wiring is in a hurry." ”

Assistant Bei listened and knew that he was going to "skip work", but what could he do, the company was his, and he could play as much as he liked.

Assistant Bei nodded, "Okay, I understand." ”

He was about to leave, but he was too surprised to see Tang Zhi walking towards the kitchen again, and his words came out without going through his brain, "Mr. Tang, do you want to cook?" ”

He also thought that the big boss was just buying these things and coming back and finding someone else to do it.

Tang Zhi didn't look back, "Otherwise? ”

Assistant Bei beeped quietly: "...... Will you? ”

Tang Zhi paused, turned to look at him, and frowned dissatisfiedly, "What did you say?" ”

"Mr. Tang, you're busy, I'll go first!" When the words fell, Assistant Bei's feet were smeared with oil and disappeared in front of his eyes quickly.

Tang Zhi tugged at the corners of his lips, heh, who do you look down on?

Chen Jian will do it, why won't he do it? Surely he is better and more powerful than that Chen Jian?

Tang Zhi walked into the kitchen, pulled through a pile of bags, and pulled out his apron.

He looked at the apron with a big sand sculpture of a dog's head on it, and the corners of his lips twitched, damn Assistant Bei, let him take an apron, what kind of broken thing did he take? What kind of bullshit aesthetic is this?

Okay, let's keep accounts in a small book first!

Tang Zhi overcame the psychological barrier, tied the apron with difficulty, and then began to pull and pull again, arrange props, ingredients, etc., he was finally about to start showing his talents!

The white porridge that Qin Youyu wanted to drink was really not a literal white porridge, but to be mixed with fish and meat, so when Tang Zhi put the live fish on the cutting board, he looked left and right and encountered the first threshold.

How do you get it? Shoot it alive? And then dismember it?

The fish was also stubborn, all on the chopping board, still struggling and beating, rolling the fish's eyes and glaring at Tang Zhi, Tang Zhi inexplicably felt exactly the same as Qin Youyu's stubbornness.

Exactly the same annoyance.

After confronting each other for a while, Tang Zhi threw down the knife in annoyance.

What kind of white porridge to drink, drink boiled water! He can't do it! He definitely shouldn't get used to Qin Youyu!!

Tang Zhi tossed the fish aside and strode out of the kitchen.