Chapter 194: My Business Is Chef Gu's Business

Chef Gu was stunned when he heard this, originally he wanted to avoid Song Xinyi and give him a leisure.

But who knows, he actually came to the door by himself, he was really afraid of something.

"Well, this one, there's no hurry, if you have something to do, just busy with you first, and I'll find someone else to send it over."

Chef Gu smiled and waved his hand, which meant to make people go.

But Song Xinyi didn't notice it, not only did she not leave, but she also leaned forward with a hippie smile.

"Hehe, what can I do? Isn't that what I do in the kitchen?

And these things in the kitchen, aren't they just things arranged by Chef Gu?

As I said, what I am doing now is that Chef Gu arranged for Chef Gu to send hawthorn cakes to Ma Gongzi. ”

"Huh?"

Chef Gu was stunned, what are you doing, I'm doing it, what's going on in the kitchen?

After reacting for a long time, it seemed that he understood what was going on, and asked rhetorically:

"When did I arrange for you to deliver hawthorn cakes to Ma Gongzi?"

Song Xinyi also pretended to be surprised, "Isn't it now?" ”

Chef Gu was stunned again, "No, I'm saying that I'll send someone else over later." ”

Song Xinyi immediately opened her mouth slightly exaggeratedly, "How can you do that?" Chef Gu thought he had forgotten what his sister had said just now? ”

Chef Gu looked at Song Xinyi suspiciously, "What's the matter?" ”

Song Xinyi blinked seriously, and then coughed twice:

"Ahem, I heard the sister just now say that this hawthorn cake was sent to the two distinguished guests in the house.

One of them had already been delivered by the sister just now, while the other, the sister, asked Chef Gu to arrange for someone to deliver it.

Chef Gu thought, both of them are distinguished guests, and they should be treated equally.

Now that the elder sister has already acted, it is not easy for Chef Gu to delay too much.

Otherwise, if one is urgent and one is slow, one is light and one is heavy, I am afraid that it is easy for your guests to misunderstand.

And this misunderstanding can be small or small, and big can be big.

It's a small thing, but it's just an explanation to the distinguished guest, and the distinguished guest is reasonable, and this matter is just that.

If it is too big, there will be a rift between the host and the guest, and even hatred, I am afraid that what was originally a good thing will also become a bad thing.

And if the responsibility for this is investigated, I am afraid that Chef Gu will not be able to escape the involvement. ”

The more Chef Gu listened, the more he felt that something was wrong, how could a hawthorn cake be involved with something deep hatred?

But he also understood one thing, that is, why did Song Xinyi say that he also had to run this leg.

Think about it again, there is not much distance from the kitchen to Ma Gongzi's guest room.

Besides, it's just a hawthorn cake, and there shouldn't be anything wrong.

So he finally nodded and said, "Since you have nothing to do at this moment, then you will bring this plate of hawthorn cake to Ma Gongzi."

But you have to remember, don't stay longer after you send it, say that it is the intention of the wife of the housemaster, and then come back, understand? ”

Song Xinyi nodded again and again, "Clearly, Chef Gu can rest assured!" ”

With that, he picked up the hawthorn cake, walked out of the kitchen, and walked towards Ma Pingchuan's guest room.

Along the way, Song Xinyi observed carefully, and Song didn't let go of any corner.

Even so, there was still no trace of Ren Songyang.

When I arrived at Ma Pingchuan's room, I saw that the door was wide open.

Song Xinyi stretched her neck and glanced in, and saw that Ma Pingchuan was facing away from the door at the moment, and was motionless on the round table in the middle of the Fu.

Looking at the coffin, I should be asleep.

Song Xinyi secretly rejoiced in her heart, it was so good, it was more convenient for her to find things.

So he knocked lightly on the door and crept in.

After entering, he deliberately lowered his voice and said:

"Ma Gongzi, this is the wife of the family owner ordered to send the hawthorn cake to the son, please ......"

Song Xinyi said as she raised her head and looked at all corners of the room.

It's just that this sentence has not yet been finished, and her eyes have just swept less than half of the room, and Song Xinyi was taken aback. 17

"Miss Xinyi?"

I saw Ma Pingchuan suddenly sit up straight, suddenly turned around, and met Song Xinyi's gaze directly.

There seemed to be a rather surprised expression on his face.

A big face suddenly appeared in front of her, making Song Xinyi, who was already a little weak-hearted, take two steps back.

However, in order not to arouse Ma Pingchuan's suspicion, Song Xinyi quickly took two deep breaths and quickly calmed down her frightened mood.

I was about to reorganize the language and start with the opening remarks, but I heard Ma Pingchuan say again:

"Miss Xinyi, are you really Miss Xinyi?"

Song Xinyi was speechless when asked this question, what is "really Xinyi girl"?

Could it be that there is also a six-eared macaque that has become a fake "Xinyi girl"?

I saw Ma Pingchuan first raise his sleeves and rub his eyes vigorously, and then looked at the person standing in front of him several times.

But as if he wasn't sure, he pinched his thigh again.

Then, a miserable pig howl rang out throughout the room, "Ah! ”

Song Xinyi couldn't help twitching the corners of her mouth, how could she look like she had seen a ghost in broad daylight?

Do you want to exaggerate? Is it so scary?

However, after Ma Pingchuan's howl, Song Xinyi's previous nervousness was half gone.

"Ahem, that's the one, Ma Gongzi ......"

Song Xinyi coughed, sorted out her scare language again, and felt that it was still necessary to reopen.

However, before this opening remark began, Ma Pingchuan suddenly stood up and ran over with an excited face.

"I was dreaming again just now, and I dreamed that Miss Xinyi was boiling sobering soup for me with her own hands.

I didn't expect to open my eyes, and sure enough, I saw the real girl Xinyi, haha, this is called a dream come true, right? ”

Seeing Ma Pingchuan dancing happily like a fool, Song Xinyi didn't know what to say.

Anyway, let him toss for a while with joy, and he just happened to continue looking for things.

"Ah, Miss Xinyi personally sent hawthorn cake again? This is also what Miss Xinyi personally did for me? ”

Ma Pingchuan circled around the plate of hawthorn cake several times, and the more he looked at it, the more he liked it.

In the end, I couldn't help it anymore, so I directly picked up a piece and put it in my mouth, smashed it twice, and nodded with a smile.

"Well, sweet and sour, refreshing and greasy, Miss Xinyi's craftsmanship really deserves its reputation."

Song Xinyi supported her forehead, and her efforts were really even more sophisticated.

Merely......

I haven't even done it, so how can I live up to my reputation?

And this craft, I seem to have only boiled a bowl of cabbage leaf soup last night, how can I drink the craft problem?

"Mmmm, this is simply the best hawthorn cake I've ever eaten in my life!"

Ma Pingchuan still raised a proud little face, and he couldn't stop boasting about it.

Song Xinyi was a little embarrassed to hear it, so she explained:

"Ahem, back to Ma Gongzi, I can't hide it, this plate of hawthorn cake is not made by me, but by Chef Gu himself."

Seeing the smile on Ma Pingchuan's face, he instantly froze.

The surrounding air was also quiet, so quiet that you could hear your breathing.

"Ziyo!"

It wasn't until the hawthorn cake in his mouth had been swallowed and scared that the saliva almost flowed out, and Ma Pingchuan reluctantly came back to his senses.

"Ahem, that one, it turned out to be Chef Gu's craftsmanship? No wonder I always feel so bad when I say how to eat.

However, it's already good to be able to do this, hahaha. ”

After speaking, Ma Pingchuan turned around calmly, and secretly wiped the sweat on his forehead while walking inside.

Seeing Ma Pingchuan's face turned to harmony as a matter of course, Song Xinyi was only frightened.

But while he turned around, Song Xinyi took a good look at the room again.

I looked at the table, on the floor, and in the corner, but I still didn't find anything.

Song Xinyi thought about it, such an inconspicuous thing, if it was really picked up by Ma Pingchuan, if it was not directly thrown away, then it must have been put up by Ma Pingchuan.

When he was thinking about how to probe Ma Pingchuan's mouth, he suddenly heard a knock on the door, and immediately after that, he asked: "Ma Gongzi again?" ”