How many layers of vests does Mrs. Bo have?

"What's wrong? Why was that little bitch picked up?" Shang Ming and Li Ting rushed out.

Shang Yuanyuan, who witnessed the whole process, said in a low voice: "That Shang Caiwei, she, she is Mr. Bo's private cook, and Mr. Bo's butler is here to pick her up to Boyuan!"

"What, she, she is actually Master Bo's private chef!" Shang Ming stamped his feet regretfully, "I knew I wouldn't offend her! This way I can build a line with the Bo family!"

"Okay! Stop arguing! She must have some secret book in her hand. Only by getting the secret book can the problem be solved fundamentally!" Shang Yiyi stood up abruptly, and said with a cold expression.

Here, Shang Caiwei naturally didn't expect that Shang Yiyi would miss her two nonsense words. She returned to Boyuan, and in the kitchen, the helpers and ingredients had been prepared.

Shang Caiwei glanced at the things on the table, and said: "You wear all these ingredients, and I will make a bowl of chicken."

The helpers still did the same, but Shang Caiwei turned around and took out the handmade noodles in the refrigerator.

She boiled water, cooked the noodles directly, made a clear noodle soup, and put some chopped green onions and vegetables, not even poached eggs.

"Okay, Master Bo's supper is ready, take it to Master Bo." Shang Caiwei handed the noodles in clear soup to Butler Zhang.

Butler Zhang looked at the bowl of noodles with clear soup and little water, and instantly showed an expression of incredulity: "Chef Shang, why don't you bring the dishes over together after you finish the dishes."

Shang Caiwei spread her hands and said, "No more, just this noodles. Eating too much late at night is not good for your health, especially Mr. Bo, his spleen and stomach are different from others."

"But you—didn't you tell them to be busy? Could it be that they are preparing the dishes for tomorrow?" Butler Zhang asked again.

"No, I'm going to make a supper for everyone to eat together. Isn't it tired to wake up to work so late? After you deliver the noodles, you can eat too." Shang Caiwei said.

Butler Zhang: "."

Although Steward Zhang thinks this is very bad, but his body is very honest, Chef Shang's craftsmanship is known to the whole Boyuan.

When he served the noodles in clear soup to Bo Nian, he also subconsciously said a few words for Shang Caiwei, saying: "Master Bo, Chef Shang said that you can't eat too much oil at night, so let you have noodles in clear soup." .”

Bo Nian was still practicing calligraphy, he put down the pen in his hand, wiped his hands, picked up his thermos, and asked, "Where did you find him?"

Butler Zhang said truthfully: "It's in the Shang family. Chef Shang turned out to be the cousin of the Shang family. Her parents are Lu Yin and the monk Xin who shocked the four great families more than 20 years ago. But I don't think the Shang family is very welcoming. she."

Bo Nian nodded, picked up the chopsticks and picked up a piece of chopstick noodles, but he didn't put it into his mouth, instead he said, "How can I smell something else—"

Butler Zhang said helplessly: "Chef Shang cooks the kitchen and makes supper for the help cooks."

"What did you do?" Bo Nian narrowed the coldness in his eyes, and asked Youyou.

"It seems to be Bo Bo Chicken." Zhang Butler said.

"Hmph." Bo Nian lifted her thin lips, sneered, and said, "I'll make Bo Bo Chicken for them, and a bowl of noodles in clear soup for me, without even frying an egg for me? Has she figured out what it is? Who paid her salary?"

Butler Zhang: "."

"Call me Shang Caiwei!" Bo Nian put the thermos cup in his hand heavily on the table, and said in a stern tone.

Butler Zhang: "." Here we go again, here we go again, his sandwich cake is really difficult to make.

Twenty minutes later, Shang Caiwei held a skewer in her left hand and a skewer in her right, looked at Bo Nian perfunctorily, and said, "It's midnight, why don't you let people sleep? Don’t know how big your yard is?”

Bo Nian saw that she was holding two handfuls of meaty and vegetarian skewers, his eyes darkened, and he snorted coldly, "It takes so much effort to make a supper for me, but it's quite strenuous to make it for others."

Shang Caiwei showed a helpless look, sat closer, and said: "Then his body is the same as yours? Greedy?"

Bo Nian refused to answer such obvious questions.

Shang Caiwei picked out a bunch of shiitake mushrooms from her skewers, and handed them to Bo Nian's mouth.

Bo Nian looked disgusted: "I don't eat shiitake mushrooms."

Shang Caiwei put on another bunch of broccoli and said, "Then eat this?"