Reborn as a chaebol in Korea

Xiaoyan took out his mobile phone, "This is a photo of my sister, she is now a dance teacher."

The girl in the photo has an ordinary appearance, and because she is a dance teacher, she has a good figure, but she is far from Pei Jiaen alone.

"How?" Little Eyes urged.

"Yes, when will we meet?"

"This Saturday, okay?"

"Ok."

Zhou Wenhai agreed to come down, and Xiaoyan happily walked down the roof.

Seeing that Xiaoyan was so happy, Wool Roll moved closer to Xiaoyan and asked curiously, "What did you say to Zhou Wenhai?"

"I wanted to introduce one of my younger sisters to him, and he agreed, and we will meet this Saturday."

"I was still wondering if there was any suitable relative at home that I could introduce to him, but I didn't expect you to be the first to do so."

Pei Jiaen heard all the conversation between the two, and she glanced at Zhou Wenhai.

Unexpectedly, this kid is now a hot commodity.

One morning, Zhou Wenhai could clearly feel that Pei Jiaen was deliberately alienating him, and she even deliberately sat at another table during lunch.

How did I offend her?Zhou Wenhai couldn't figure it out.

During the lunch break, Xiaoyan and Wool Roll took the lead in making Zhou Wenhai invite them to drink coffee. The short and fat agent also fanned the flames. Unable to stop their uproar, Zhou Wenhai called the coffee shop and asked them to bring coffee to the office.

Except for Pei Jiaen, everyone else is Americano.

"Is Section Chief Pei still drinking cappuccino?"

"No, I don't want to drink coffee today."

After ordering coffee, Xiaoyan and the others were still reluctant to forgive Zhou Wenhai. They clamored to get off work to take care of Zhou Wenhai and asked him to treat him to dinner.

Zhou Wenhai was very disgusted with this kind of behavior, but considering the relationship between his colleagues and the need to continue spending money to complete the tasks of the system, he finally agreed.

Zhou Wenhai set it at home as the place for dinner. At first he wanted to take them to eat Japanese food. After all, there were still more than 1000 million in the card that had not been consumed. I was afraid that they would lose face in such a high-end place.

So he simply cooked hot pot at home, and it happened that he hadn't eaten hot pot for a long time.

Little Eyes and the others were very disappointed. Originally, they had hoped that Zhou Wenhai would at least take them to eat Korean beef.

Now they are actually eating at home, and they don't believe that a big man like Zhou Wenhai can cook any delicious dishes.

The coffee was delivered, and the weather was gloomy today. Yin Minghao and others went to the rooftop to have a breeze. Only Zhou Wenhai and Pei Jiaen, who was reading documents, were left in the office.

"Well, Wen Haixi, I won't go tonight."

Pei Jiaen waited until the others left the office before she spoke.

"why?"

"I have something to do tonight."

Pei Jiaen's tone was flat and even a little cold.

Everything is back to the original starting point.

Do you want to ask Pei Jiaen what happened?

system

Zhou Wenhai shouted in his mind.

【Host, I am here】

Query Pei Jiaen's favorability

[Pei Jiaen, female, 26 years old, favorability degree 45, host confession success rate 30%]

Good guy, this time not only the success rate of confession has been reduced by 10 points, but also the degree of favorability has become 45.

After thinking twice, Zhou Wenhai finally stood up cheekily and walked in front of Pei Jiaen.

"Section Chief Pei, did I do something wrong?"

Zhou Wenhai asked this question without thinking, Pei Jiaen was puzzled by his words, she raised her head and looked directly at him.

"I don't know what you mean."

"Did I offend you somewhere?"

"No, why do you say that?"

Well, all women are like this?

Obviously he was angry with himself, but on the surface he pretended that nothing happened.

"Well, I was thinking too much."

When Pei Jiaen said this, Zhou Wenhai had no choice but to walk away angrily.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, in order to prepare the ingredients for the evening, Yin Minghao specially allowed Zhou Wenhai, who had nothing to do, to leave work early.

Zhou Wenhai drove to a hot pot restaurant on Hongdae Street in Mapo District, Seoul, where he packed the hot pot base and dishes.

This hot pot restaurant was opened by a man from the mountain city of Huaguo, so it can be regarded as an authentic mountain city hot pot.

"Boss, has your hot pot restaurant been open for a long time?"

Zhou Wenhai talked with the owner of the hot pot restaurant in authentic Sichuan dialect.

As the saying goes, when a fellow townsman sees his eyes tearing up, the owner of the hot pot shop listened to the familiar dialect and said with a smile, "This shop has been open for five or six years, and the accent is from Sichuan. Did you come to Korea to study?"

"Yes, but I'm not here to study abroad, I'm here to make money."

Zhou Wenhai said with a playful smile.

The boss took out a pack of Zhonghua from his pocket, and he handed Zhou Wenhai a stick of cigarettes. Zhou Wenhai, who doesn't smoke on weekdays, didn't refuse out of politeness, and he clipped the cigarette to his ear.

"Boss, do you have hot bean sauce, tempeh and pepper noodles here? I want to make mapo tofu tonight."

"Yes, these are necessary, and we are not used to Korean food."

The boss gave Zhou Wenhai a can of bean paste, a lump of tempeh, a bottle of Laoganma and a pack of pepper noodles for free.

"Do you want garlic sprouts? You can use the whole twice-cooked pork."

"If you want, I'll trouble you, boss."

The boss was so polite, Zhou Wenhai guessed that apart from being fellow villagers, the title of "Hua Guotong" also played a certain role.

The waiter packed the hot pot base, seasoning and all the dishes, and the boss took out a pack of orange-red things from his back kitchen.

"Brother, because we are all fellow villagers, my brother will give you another pack of butter for free. If you are not afraid of spicy food, you can add it in."

"Sichuan people are afraid of being spicy, they must be added."

The boss personally went out to see Zhou Wenhai off.

"Yeah! Gui'er still drives a sports car."

When he saw Zhou Wenhai's car, he blurted out this sentence.

After preparing everything, Zhou Wenhai returned home and took out the induction cooker and a large stainless steel pot.

After placing the dishes in the kitchen, Zhou Wenhai looked at the time and it was a quarter past six. He thought that Yin Minghao and others were coming soon.

Looking at the tofu on the plate, Zhou Wenhai took a photo, and he sent the photo to Pei Jiaen via kakaotalk.

"Section Chief Pei, you must come at night, I have prepared authentic mapo tofu for you."

The message was sent, but Pei Jiaen did not reply for a long time.

Xiaoyan has a good relationship with Han Jingen on weekdays, so she got into Han Jingen's car with the cheek.

"We're going to stay at Zhou Wenhai's house today, and Jing Enxi should go too."

"Me? Forget it, you go."

Han Jingen didn't understand why Xiaoyan invited herself to Zhou Wenhai's house.

"Hey, you are both neighbors and colleagues living in the same community, what's the matter, let's go together."

After all, Xiaoyan took out his mobile phone and made a call.

"Hey, Wen Haixi, I'm with Jing Enxi now, it doesn't matter if I come with her? Yes, okay, see you later."

Xiaoyan hung up the phone and said to Han Jingen, "Jingen xi, Wen Haixi welcomes you to visit his home."

At a convenience store near the community, Han Jingen bought a pack of toilet paper and a bag of laundry detergent.

"Jing Enxi, let me lift it for you."

Little Eyes, who didn't buy anything, helped Han Jingen carry the Wenju gift, and the two walked into the community together.

ding ding...

The doorbell rang, and through the screen of the door monitor, Zhou Wenhai saw Yin Minghao and others standing at the door of the unit building.

Zhou Wenhai unlocked the door, and opened the door. Two minutes later, a large group of people appeared in front of his house, including Pei Jiaen who said he didn't want to come to Wenju.

###Chapter 023 Gourmet Recipe###

Wow……

Yin Minghao walked in first, Xiaoyan and others all sighed that they could live in such a good house alone at a young age.

Xiaoyan put the gift in his hand beside the sofa, "Wen Haixi, this is a gift that Jing Enxi and I bought."

Others also piled gifts there one after another.

"How much is the security deposit?"

Yin Minghao asked curiously while standing on the balcony.

"3000."

"What about the monthly rent?"

"100."

Small eyes looked at the induction cooker on the table and the pungent spicy smell emanating from the red soup in the pot.

"Wen Haixi, what shall we have for dinner?"

"Eat Huaguo's mountain city hotpot."

Seven people can eat on the coffee table, or sit on the sofa and watch TV while eating.

Zhou Wenhai stood in the kitchen, looked at Pei Jiaen and said, "Section Chief Pei, can you come over and serve me some food?"

Pei Jiaen went to the kitchen to help put the dishes on the coffee table, and Zhou Wenhai washed seven sets of dishes and came out.

"Everyone come here to put the seasoning first."

"Put the seasoning?"

A large group of people stared at Zhou Wenhai for some unknown reason, none of them had ever eaten Huaguo hot pot.

"There are sesame oil, garlic, shallots, celery, coriander, and oyster sauce. You can put whatever you like in the bowl. I suggest that sesame oil and garlic are must."

Zhou Wenhai gave up his seat, and he placed the dishes neatly on the coffee table in the living room.

"Section Chief Pei, let me put in the seasoning for you."

Pei Jiaen didn't comment, and waited until the others finished putting the seasonings and went to sit down, Zhou Wenhai put the seasonings for himself and Pei Jiaen.

"Section Chief Pei, do you eat coriander and celery?"

Pei Jiaen shook her head.

"What about the garlic?"

"Let's put it down a little bit."

After putting in the seasoning, Zhou Wenhai came over and sat down. The hot pot soup was already boiling.

Zhou Wenhai put in fat beef, spicy beef, pissing beef balls, braised chicken feet, spicy chicken wings...

"what is this?"

Yin Minghao looked at Zhou Wenhai holding a plate of white things that he had never seen before.