The nervous look flashed, and it quickly returned to normal, there are not many others in China, that is, there are many people, and there are more than 100 people with the same name and surname.

Chi Mo took the mobile phone with one hand, talked on the phone while mixing the juice, and the slight side of his body was subconsciously guarded, An Ning pouted, and continued to pour low powder into the mixing basin.

"Chi Mo, are you busy? In the evening, Chen's mother prepared your favorite dishes, remember to go home early for dinner. ”

"Got it, I'll go back at five o'clock."

"Okay, you haven't forgotten that today is your dad's birthday, don't make him angry."

A gentle voice came out of the earpiece again, and An Ning's face turned pale, and the voice was exactly the same as the voice in her memory.

How can it be?

Chi Mo had already hung up the phone, turned his head to her and urged, "Is your flour ready?" ”

"Good...... All right. ”

With a shake of his hand, An Ning handed over the weighed flour in a panic, and all that lingered in his mind was the soft voice on the phone just now.

Seeing that her face was as white as flour, Chi Mo took the flour and said, "Go and watch from the side." ”

"Oh."

In the hall, the noble lady who came to see him stared at Chi Mo's face, eager to turn him into a dessert that could be bought with money.

"Mrs. Fang, this is your dessert."

"Okay, Mr. Chi's dessert is in the news."

Mrs. Fang was reluctant to withdraw her gaze, and took a bite elegantly, but a trace of disappointment flashed in her eyes with a smile.

Chi Mo didn't miss the subtle expression on her face, and her eyebrows converged, "Mrs. Fang, I wonder if I can taste it?" ”

"Absolutely."

Using the silver spoon he carried with him, he dug a little bit against the edge and put it into his mouth, Chi Mo's face turned cold, "I'm sorry, I'll serve you a new dessert, wait a minute." ”

With that, he strode towards the back kitchen with a tray.

An Ning was still thinking about the voice on the phone just now, and with a bang, there was an extra plate in front of him, and there were two small bites of dessert on it.

"Old ...... Boss? ”

"How many grams of low powder did you put in?"

Chi Mo's oppressive height and cold eyes made An Ning swallow his saliva in fright, "30, it seems to be ...... It seems to be a little bit more. ”

Chi Mo reached out and grabbed her arm, "Slightly? I know why what you make is so unpalatable because of your slight attitude! ”

"Even if it is one more gram, the taste will be very different!"

"As for that exaggeration? I just ......"

The wrist was scratched a little painful, and An Ning wanted to explain that he didn't pay attention to things just now, so he went in with a little more low powder, but before he could say anything, he was coldly interrupted by Chi Mo.

"Don't tell me any reason, from now on, practice weighing flour a hundred times, not even a gram, and if you make any mistakes, please leave me!"

"Practice and practice."

was scolded without even listening to the explanation, An Ning instantly felt more aggrieved, pulled out his arm vigorously, bit his lip and walked towards the empty workbench next to him.

Seeing that her shoulders seemed to be shaking, the corners of Chi Mo's eyes narrowed irritably, and he turned his head to the gloating Su Ge and said, "You come and help me do it, make a new one and send it to Mrs. Fang." ”

Fortunately, it wasn't a difficult guest to come today, otherwise, his signboard would have been smashed by this woman!

"No problem."

Su Ge nodded with a smile, and stuck out his tongue towards An Ning who came over, Something happened to him, he deserved it!