Ye Chuning hurried to the crew to film, and quickly returned to the room with a shopping bag.

When he subconsciously went to the cloakroom to change clothes, thinking that there was a pinhole camera here, Ye Chuning had no choice but to come out with his clothes and go to the bathroom.

……

Qi Xiao sat in a luxurious office in black tones.

Slender white fingers hold ivory chopsticks, use them to break the poached eggs that smell of burnt, and then place them on top of the undercooked white porridge.

The white porridge, which originally looked so-so, was quickly blackened by the charred poached eggs, and became a black dish that was difficult to swallow.

Most people won't be able to eat it.

But Qi Xiao put down the chopsticks, grabbed the small spoon placed next to him, and ate it with relish, his dark eyes raised from time to time, and landed on the computer screen in front of him, staring intently, the corners of his mouth changed with the picture on the screen, rippling with a pleasant arc, eating the "black food" in his mouth, and it became more and more sweet.

After Qi Xiao finished eating, except for the company's various reports on the computer screen, there was no other picture that was not suitable for others to watch, Qi Xiao pressed the secretary's internal line and asked the secretary to come in and take out the tableware to clean.

The secretary is a man.

Young men.

However, he acted very steadily, and the expression on his face was like that of an iceberg, quiet and cold.

But when he walked into the office and smelled the burning smell in the office, his tense face couldn't help but change slightly, wondering if there was a problem with the office circuit, but after smelling it carefully, it didn't look like it, it seemed to be the burnt smell of poached eggs.

The expression on the secretary's face became more and more rich with this conjecture.

No matter where you smell it, there is no problem with the burnt smell of poached eggs, but in the president's office, it is very weird.

After all, who would dare to give the head of the Qi family, the CEO of the Qi Group, scorched food?

Impatient to live?

But when he took out the dishes and chopsticks used by Qi Xiao to clean up, he was sure that Qi Xiao had eaten burnt food, and the secretary was messy.

The first thing he thought about was, is the Qi Group going to go bankrupt?

Look at the food that their president eats, it is worse than that of an ordinary employee.

This conjecture made the secretary immediately feel uneasy.

It's about his money.

He is still counting on saving some salary, buying a house, and marrying a daughter-in-law.

So, he went to Lu Geng's office for verification.

However, this secretary is not stupid.

If there is really a problem with the group, as Qi Xiao's right-hand man, he will definitely keep his mouth shut and will not reveal half a word, so he asked Lu Geng in a roundabout way, "Assistant Lu, has there been high-end cuisine recently?" ”

This is inexplicable.

He didn't do much research on what he ate.

Even if there is haute cuisine in the culinary world, the secretary should not come to ask him.

But those who can become Qi Xiao's secretary must have some skills, and they won't say things that make people scratch their heads for no reason.

Lu Geng raised his head and looked directly at the secretary, waiting for his words.

The secretary smiled wryly and scratched his head embarrassedly, "When I entered the president's office just now and helped the president clean the dishes, I smelled a faint smell of burnt food, and I was a little greedy, so I wanted to ask you where I could eat." ”

"Huh!" Lu Geng is not stupid.

Combine what he knows with what the secretary says.

He immediately understood the secretary's intention.

This is to see Qi Xiao, who is the president, eating burnt food, thinking that the Qi Group is no longer good, and came to inquire with him.