Zhao Huaiming put down his phone, the smile on his face disappeared instantly, and he returned to the hard-blooded and ruthless Zhao boss on weekdays.

The chef, who had been abused for hours, almost burst into tears.

Dad, Zhao Dad.

I'm begging you, let me go home, I've had enough of scared tonight, I'm afraid we won't be able to get out of this kitchen tonight!

Zhao Huaiming rubbed his eyebrows and poured the residue that could not be seen into the trash can.

"Again."

Chef: "...... "Woo woo daddy, let me go!"

However, such a protest is useless, Zhao Huaiming's words have been spoken, and naturally there is no reason to regret it.

Before Song Yi found out that something was wrong, he had to learn how to make soup.

"First of all, the first step is to cut the onions, this step is a bit difficult, I've prepared it for you—" The chef quickly chopped two onions.

Zhao Huaiming refused expressionlessly.

He picked up the whole onion and began to chop it awkwardly and slowly.

Although he was already serious, the results were still not very encouraging.

Looking at the miserable onion that was cut, the chef and Zhao Huaiming fell silent at the same time.

"Sword skills can't be practiced in a day, this link Mr. Zhao, you can practice slowly in the future, let's continue first." The chef is smiling on the surface, but in fact he has said 10,000 swear words in his heart.

If it weren't for the fact that you were my father who I couldn't mess with, I would have scolded you for giving up cooking!

"Yes."

Zhao Huaiming continued to the next step under the guidance of the chef.

It's just a person who can't even cut onions, can you expect him to do the follow-up perfectly?

That, of course, is impossible.

Looking at the miserable masterpieces that he didn't know, Zhao Huaiming was silent and poured them out and started again.

The chef was going to be tormented by his persistence and cried.

"Mr. Zhao, is the onion soup I made not delicious? Why are you so obsessed with this dish? ”

Zhao Huaiming's action of cutting onions paused.

The chef immediately realized that he had made a mistake, he shouldn't have asked too much, the big guy in front of him was not as gentle and kind as he seemed on the surface, who knew if this question would touch his scales?

In the few breaths that Zhao Huaiming paused, the chef was already in a cold sweat.

"My wife misses the onion soup her grandfather made."

The chef who got the answer blinked, not knowing how to answer for a moment.

If someone told him today that the famous Zhao boss in the capital would fry the kitchen over and over again because of his wife—ah no—to practice onion soup, he would definitely not believe it.

But now the big guy confessed it himself in front of him.

The big guy who has a beloved suddenly loses his invincible aura, walks down from the high altar, and has the earthly fireworks atmosphere.

The chef immediately felt that Father Zhao was just a normal person, and his fear and resentment towards him were suddenly alleviated.

"Harm, it turned out to be for Mrs. Zhao, then you must love her very much."

Zhao Huaiming's face had a smile on his face.

"Yes."

Chef suddenly thought of a trick that might help him get off work as soon as possible.

"Mr. Zhao, I have a way, which is definitely more able to pull into the hearts of you and your wife than onion soup, do you want to hear it?"

Zhao Huaiming replied casually while chopping the onion.

"...... like this," the chef whispered in Zhao Huaiming's ear.

"That's ...... Really? ”

"Sure! Trust me! ”