Young Master Qin's Heart-Eating Secret Pet

The next morning.

When Cen Ziyan woke up in the bedroom of Yanyun Villa, there was no room around her. She reached out to touch it, but the temperature was no longer there. Lu Mei told her that Qin Hanfeng had gone to the company early in the morning.

The servants put the breakfast on the table, and seeing Cen Ziyan coming downstairs, she bent down and said respectfully, "Miss Cen, breakfast is ready, please use it."

"Thank you." Cen Ziyan nodded and thanked.

The breakfast on the table is rich, both Chinese and Western.

Lu Mei said that she didn't know which one she liked more, so she prepared both. The porridge in the white porcelain bowl was specially ordered by Qin Hanfeng to cook.

After all the tossing and tossing last night, she didn't sleep for a long time at all. Cen Ziyan felt sore all over and couldn't exert much strength. Looking at the breakfast in front of him, she couldn't even whet her appetite.

She is now like an old machine that has been in disrepair for a long time, as if she groans in pain every time she moves, Cen Ziyan doesn't want to move more now.

Lu Mei found that Cen Ziyan's complexion didn't look too good, so she went to get the thermometer just to be on the safe side.

She said to Cen Ziyan, "Miss Cen, let me take your temperature, you don't look well."

The temperature on the thermometer is not very high, so the problem is not too big.

Out of concern for Cen Ziyan, Lu Mei persuaded, "Miss Cen, why don't you just stay in the villa and rest today, I'll ask the family doctor to come and see you."

"No, I'm fine, it's just that I didn't sleep well last night." Cen Ziyan declined politely, "I still have to work today, so I'll be leaving first. See you, Aunt Mei."

Cen Ziyan was determined to go back to work, but Lu Mei couldn't stop her. After a few words of persuasion, she could only let her go.

Back at the hotel, Cen Ziyan received a call from Yan Xiwen. When she learned that she had a fever, Yan Xiwen was so nervous that she asked her to go back and rest immediately.

After all, Yan Xiwen reluctantly agreed to Cen Ziyan's continued work, but transferred her from doing odd jobs in the back kitchen to testing dishes in the back hall, so that Cen Ziyan wouldn't have to work so hard.

Cen Ziyan was really grateful for Yan Xiwen's carefulness and thanked her.

This job is indeed much easier than before, but Cen Ziyan really has no appetite because of his physical discomfort, and he didn't eat breakfast, so he is already so hungry that he doesn't feel much.

There are many dishes to try, and the dishes are also very mixed.

The first few dishes were just some refreshing vegetables or light stir-fries, but Cen Ziyan did his best to complete them, and the main dishes began to be served one after another, such as oil-fried prawns, braised pork knuckles, etc. Yes, they are all dishes with heavy oil and salt.

After taking a few mouthfuls of Cen Ziyan, he felt a little nauseous, and resisted it so that he didn't spit it out. Eating so many different dishes at once would easily cause nausea to a stomach that has been hungry for a long time.

"Hey, room 3015 on the third floor, someone called you to go!" Lin Ru said to Cen Ziyan with a grim expression when he appeared here at some point.

Lin Ru looked at Cen Ziyan, who had a terrible complexion, and stood in front of the stage looking like he was about to vomit, and said with some disgust, "I don't know what kind of shit luck you have, why do all the big customers call you by name? Looking at this face, do you really have an appetite to eat?"

Cen Ziyan ignored Lin Ru's sarcasm, just drank half a glass of water to suppress the nausea and nausea, and then walked towards the private room a little nervously.

She didn't know who this was, so she specifically asked her to go.