The two were eating quietly, and Murong Le was a little difficult to hold chopsticks because the back of his hand was burned, and the posture of holding the vegetables was even more unnatural.

Murong Bojing had a stinky face, no good face, and when he saw Murong Le like that, he was angry:

"If you can't cook, you have to run to the kitchen, it's a bad thing, right?! In the future, the kitchen will be forbidden, and Murong Le will be forbidden. ”

Murong Le choked, was so frightened by his words that he swallowed the rice, coughed violently, and got stuck in his throat......

"Bang!"

With a loud bang, Murong Bojing put the cup he was drinking tea in front of Murong Le, and the cup touched the dining table, making a crisp sound.

Murong Le's hands were quick, and he didn't look at whose cup it was, and directly took it up and poured himself water to relieve the suffocation of being choked.

"Ahem, ahem, ahem......"

It was finally relieved.

Murong Le's eyes were stimulated just now to shed a few tears, and the tip of his nose was red, giving Murong Bojing a feeling that the little white rabbit was being bullied.

"Are you alright?"

Murong Bojing stretched out his chopsticks and sandwiched some tender beef slices for her.

Murong Le shook his head lightly, signaling that he was fine, and lowered his head embarrassedly, making a big fool......

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the black cup in his hand, and he was startled, and Murong Le's pupils dilated suddenly.

This- isn't this Uncle's cup? She just ......

After knowing that she had used the cup from which her uncle drank water, Murong Le was so ashamed that she wanted to crack the floor in front of her, so she immediately got in and escaped.

Murong Bojing was like no one, his slender hand reached over, took the cup back, and continued to take a sip.

"Uncle, don't drink it."

Murong Le snatched the uncle's water cup and didn't allow him to drink it, because she watched Murong Bojing drink the water, just like kissing her indirectly!

Murong Bojing raised his eyes, and his deep dark eyes fell on Murong Le's face, and finally withdrew his gaze.

The two had a quiet dinner, the atmosphere was harmonious, and there were no quarrels.

After eating, Murong Bojing went to the study to have a meeting with the company's senior management, while Murong Le continued her plan to make soup.

The rich fragrance wafted out, arousing the cravings in everyone's stomachs.

"Miss Le, the chicken soup should be about the same."

The maid told Murong Le that she took the cloth and lifted the lid, and the heat came to her face, and there was a burst of incense.

"Okay, I'll spice it up."

Murong Le added salt to the golden chicken soup and tasted it until the taste was just right, it was perfect!

"Miss Le, you are really talented in cooking, you can be a chef."

The servant gave a thumbs up and praised Murong Le's craftsmanship.

"Don't laugh, take a plate and bring it out, I'm going to give it to my uncle to drink."

The maid hurriedly did so, in fact, when Miss Le was burned, she saw it and was very nervous, but Miss Le was calm and calm.

"I'll serve it, Miss Le, you can come along."

The maid was worried about Murong Le's hand injury, so she intimately helped to bring it out.

Murong Le touched his nose and quickly followed, the time was already past nine o'clock, and the uncle should be almost busy.

At this time

Murong Bojing in the study was asking the senior management to report the company's situation, and the study was dead silent, and his face was expressionless.

The high-level people could feel the chill coming out of the president's body through the screen, and everyone trembled, for fear of saying the wrong thing.

The things reported below did not meet Murong Bojing's requirements, and of course his face was not good, and he even had a tendency to get angry.

"Any additional comments?"

Murong Bojing leaned lazily on the leather chair, his eyelids lifted slightly, and his voice invisibly revealed a majesty.