If it were a couple who were fond of you and me, saying this might add to the taste, but Xiaobai only felt ashamed to have a fever on his face.

How sad it would be if the parents in heaven knew that they had fallen into a state of uncertainty and even enslaved relationship with a playboy!

Thinking of this, she tried her best to redeem: "But I have a request, I can only go to cook during the day and not to go at night."

"But I'm very busy during the day."

Just as he was thinking, Xiaobai quickly said, "You are busy with yours, I can do it and put it there."

"I just hate seeing me so much, right?" Wushan said softly, "I want to make the dishes while I am away?"

Xiaobai dared not look at him too much.

To be honest, Wushan has a face that is almost insurmountable in today's human society. When he is not so arrogant, that face makes people feel inexplicably uneasy.

However, Xiaobai was not showing any weakness: "When you meet occasionally, you may not be so disgusting."

She explained her panic as being used to Meng Junyao's ordinary face and was not used to Wushan.

In the past, if the devil heard such unfriendly words, he would definitely be furious, but this time he did not.

"Since I'm so disgusting to you, forget it, let's go... Well, what do you mean?"

It turned out that Xiaobai's hands unknowingly grabbed his sleeve and said indescribable: "No, no matter what, I should do something to thank you. You helped me get the most important thing back."

When he found himself tugging on the other party's sleeve, Xiaobai quickly spread his hands at the same time.

Wushan looked at her sleeves, then looked at her bright eyes, as if she was satisfied with her above speech: "Since you don't have to go to work for the time being, start working tomorrow morning and ask someone to buy what dishes you need."

After saying that, he turned around and left.

Although he was still giving orders, Xiaobai felt that somewhere had changed in the devil, and he couldn't say where it was, but he just didn't want to call him a devil for the time being.

Wushan's office.

Mayang: "I have good news and bad news. Which one do you want to listen to first?"

“Good news.”

"The good news is that the idle land in Qiwangtun was originally planned to be used by the government, but now the plan has changed and plans to be auctioned publicly."

"Okay, I've long been interested in that piece of land. Those idle warehouses are demolished and suitable for building private houses. What about the bad news?"

"The bad news is that Yi received the news earlier than us and has started contacting the demolition matter. At that time, the public auction is likely to be just a formality."

"Follow up on this matter closely and fight him!"

"good."

Mayang stepped out of the president's office, and he couldn't help but feel a deep feeling in his heart.

In the past, whenever I asked for good news or bad news, Wushan always answered that I would listen to bad news first.

Perhaps most people will do this, bitter first and then sweet.

But in Wushan now, the ideas are as direct as programs: good and bad, of course, the good are preferred.

Only Mayang knew that this was a huge difference compared to before!

The next day, Xiaobai took a bus and subway to take a taxi. He went so hard that he came to the Xishan villa where Wushan designated her to go, which was the one who ate Gongbao Chicken Ding last time.

Qiulin and many servants came out to greet him immediately: "Miss Bai, we meet again. You probably won't always think about running away this time."

"Well, I'll leave after cooking."

“What ingredients are needed?”

"Corne, white radish, green pepper, beef, and lemon!"

"That's all? It's not something special. Mr. Wu doesn't like eating these."

"He has been spoiled since he was a child, so he is very picky about food? Humph, who told him to meet me? I, an iron-fisted chef, have to get rid of his bad habit of picking about food..."

The servants' faces suddenly changed, and they retreated aside with a slutty. Xiaobai didn't notice that Qiu Lin was constantly winking at her.

As soon as she finished speaking, her broad chest pressed against her forehead: "Is it a bad habit to say bad things behind her back?"

It's Wushan, which is about to go out.

Xiaobai was startled, but he still pretended to be calm and retorted: "I didn't say bad things about you behind my back. I'm telling the truth. Aren't you a spoiled picky young man?"

The servants' hearts were all raised to their throats, waiting for the third World War to break out.

Which of the rich girls, female celebrities, and female models who came before did not try every means to please Mr. Wu? He rushes to say whatever he likes to hear.

And this young lady Bai dared to scold Mr. Wu in front of them, and it was estimated that she would not be too lucky today.

Qiulin was especially worried about her.

However, unexpectedly, Wushan was not angry at all: "If you can cure my picky food, there will be a reward."

After saying that, he walked away with his feet, and everyone was stunned.

The servants quietly discussed: "Mr. Wu looks in a good mood today."

Xiaobai curled his lips and followed the servants to the kitchen.

The master, who is comparable to the chef of a six-star hotel, was on vacation for one month, and the huge kitchen was completely managed by Xiaobai.

Is this a kitchen or a crystal palace?

Xiaobai looked at the spacious stove and cooking table, the huge crystal lamp with the ceiling, and the snow-white floor. He was not sure whether to take off his shoes before going in. Does anyone have snow-white tiles on the kitchen floor?

Qiulin smiled and said to her: "It's okay, go in. This kind of floor tiles are made of special materials and will not be dirty no matter how you do it. If you don't believe me, try it?"

As he said that, he took a skinned potato and rubbed it hard on the ground. Sure enough, he couldn't touch any dirt.

Soon someone brought all the ingredients that Xiaobai needed, and a group of people were eager to help her.

Because I grew up in a welfare home, it was considered that the poor children were a family, so Xiaobai started to learn cooking early. He was only 7 years old the second year after he arrived in the welfare home. It was no longer a problem to stir-fried eggs with tomatoes, fried rice with eggs, and even make wontons. Now he cooks good dishes.

But this is the first time in her life to cook for a man. She originally hoped that the person was Meng Junyao's.

Because Meng Junyao likes to eat fish the most, Xiaobai also learned ten different ways of fish. Unfortunately, he didn't have the chance to eat it once.

Half of the few meals she and Meng Junyao had eaten with him were said, "Don't bother, I'll invite you out to eat", and then went outside to solve the problem; the other half was that he cooked fish for her. Meng's secret sauce fish was so delicious that it was so delicious that it was so amazing that the world was so fragrant that it lingered in the wind for three days.

But now, there must be a virtuous woman who prepares delicious meals for him at home every day, right?

Thinking of this, my heart hurts and my hands shake, and a few yellow lemons roll onto the ground.

Xiaobai subconsciously touched the red bean pendant in his neck, but fortunately, it was still there.

Although I knew I shouldn't think about him anymore, I still couldn't bear to take it off. In this vast city, it seemed that only by wearing this pendant close to my body could I feel at ease and peace of mind.

"Miss Bai, please take a break first and wait until Mr. Wu comes back tonight before making it, so that it will be fresh enough."

"I'll make it and leave it. You can't heat it up to him tonight. I can't wait here for a day."

"Ah? Mr. Wu has never eaten a reheated meal."

"If you can't eat something different after hot, don't spoil him too much. How can a big man be so mean?"

Xiaobai asked everyone to go and did not take long for him to prepare tender lemon beef and sweet and sour diced radish for appetizing, and also served with a pot of corn soup, so he was ready to finish work and go home.

Qiu Lin hesitated and asked, "Are there only a few? Is it a little less?"

It is a little less than the standard home-cooked meals in Wushan state banquets, but: "It's enough. How big is he alone? Wasting food is a waste of resources."

Qiu Lin smiled faintly: "Miss Bai, I seem to understand why Mr. Wu likes you."

"You're wrong, who said he likes me?"

"He has a very bad temper recently. He only has no temper in front of you. Don't he like it?"

"I think he has a big temper and can he be a little more irritable?...Wait, what did you say just now? Why does he like me?"

"The biggest difference between you and other girls is that you dare to contradict him. Anyway, I don't dare. The women he brought back before did not dare to look at him. Even if you don't dare to speak louder, everyone is like a kitten in front of her, only you are a tiger in front of him."

"Okay, you said I'm a tigress!"

"I dare not, Qiu Lin dare not!"

Xiaobai held Qiulin's shoulder with both hands and said earnestly: "I am a paper tiger. I pretend to be quite powerful, but in fact I am too weak..."

Wushan hasn't returned to the main house for several days, nor has he seen the tank again. I heard that it has grown a little longer, and it is very fun to be crazy.

But as soon as Wushan stepped into the house, he felt that Majesty would pounce on his arms from afar, exhausting all his strength to express his love for his master... Unfortunately, that scene will never be the case.

How can a dog be so affectionate?

And why did I become so cold-blooded? Isn’t that better than animals?

He has often reflected on this recently.

After handling official duties, Wushan hurried back to the Xishan Villa.

"Where are people?"

"Miss Bai is gone."

"Where is the dish?"

The servants said nervously: "Come it to you right away."
To be continued...