After the rebirth, the boss mommy's vest fell off

"Ci'an, do you smell anything?" Madam Yan frowned, sniffing the air non-stop.

"Yeah." Yan Ci'an nodded, "It smells like a crematorium."

"..."

At this moment, Sister Qin's crying voice came from the kitchen: "Miss, you can go out quickly, as long as my wife and I are here!"

"No, my shocking work is not finished yet!"

"Sister, don't fry it, if you fry it again, the kitchen will be gone..."

In the kitchen at this time, thick smoke billowed.

Shen Zhiyi covered her mouth and nose, and put out the blazing fire in the pot with the pot lid.

Sister Qin ran to the window and opened it to the maximum.

"Hey, what's the matter?" Mrs. Yan rushed over, seeing the mess in the kitchen, her face paled with fright.

"It's okay, Mom, I just accidentally caught fire while cooking." Shen Zhiyi pushed Mrs. Yan out of the door, "It's too choking here, farewell, you take grandma out first."

Yan Ci'an raised his eyebrows playfully.

From the corner of the eye, he glanced at the spatula in Yan Mingyu's hand, and knew what happened.

His aunt is a terrible cook.

When he was still living in the old house in the early years, he was lucky enough to eat a dish cooked by Yan Mingyu once.

As a result, it ran into the middle of the night.

Thinking about it, Yan Ci'an stepped forward and snatched the spatula from Yan Mingyu's hand: "I'll fry the rest."

"You?" Yan Mingyu was taken aback, "You don't know how to cook, so don't make any trouble..."

"Who said I won't do it anymore?" Yan Ci'an passed Yan Mingyu and walked to the front of the stove.

Opening the lid of the pot, I saw a dark, unknown object inside.

The corners of his mouth twitched.

"what is this?"

"Beer duck."

"..."

Totally invisible.

"Ci'an, do you really know how to cook?" Madam Yan was also a little curious, "Don't you always eat out when you are abroad?"

Since Yan Ci'an went abroad, it can be said that he spent money like water.

Yan Qiping checked his bill and found that he often went to high-end restaurants.

It stands to reason that he should not be able to cook.

"Nephew, are you trying to compete with me?" Yan Mingyu put his arms around his chest, as if he was watching a show, "Although my cooking skills are not very good, I can chop vegetables, and I can do it well. In this alone, you are no match for me!"

"Mingyu." Madam Yan said "tsk", "What do you compare to a child?"

"Why is he so small? He's taller than me..."

Yan Ci'an ignored the conversation between the two, dumped the unknown objects in the pot into the trash can, put the pot in the sink and cleaned it, then brought the potatoes prepared next to him, rolled up his sleeves, and skillfully sliced ​​them.

The rhythm of the blade.

Seeing the distinct potato shreds on the chopping board, everyone present was stunned.

This level is by no means what a rookie in cooking should have.

Shen Zhiyi even felt that Yan Ci'an's knife skills were somewhat better than hers.

"No way, you really know how to cook?" Yan Mingyu moved closer to Yan Ci'an's side, staring straight at him, "When did you learn it?"

"A long time ago." Yan Ci'an cherished words like gold, "Auntie, don't stand next to me, getting in the way."

Yan Mingyu: "..."

Next, Yan Ci'an chopped up the remaining vegetables and fried them together.

After that, another duck was used to make beer duck.

The moment the food was served, Yang Yang and Nuan Nuan were also attracted by the aroma.

"What kind of meat is this? It smells so good!" Nuan Nuan slumped at the table, like a greedy cat, with big and round eyes.

Evidently recovered from the afternoon scare.

"This is a beer duck. Your elder brother Ci'an made it." Shen Zhiyi rubbed Nuannuan's fluffy hair and carried her to the child seat.

"Brother Ci'an is amazing!" Nuan Nuan waved her little hand, drooling in her mouth with excitement.

Yan Ci'an bent down and approached Nuannuan: "There is wine in this dish, children can't eat too much, you know?"

Nuan Nuan nodded like pounding garlic.

"Little greedy cat." Yan Ci'an pinched Nuan Nuan's face, and there was a faint smile on his lips.

The boy's tone was gentle and gentle.

How can there be a little bit of fierceness?

Sensing the strange gazes of the people around him, Yan Ci'an suppressed his smile and changed back to that expression of not getting close to strangers.

After everyone was seated, Madam Yan found out that her son was not there, so she asked Shen Zhiyi, "Where is Shen Feng?"

"It should be still working." Shen Zhiyi said.

In the afternoon, Yan Chenfeng went into the study after coaxing the two little dumplings, and he hasn't come out until now.

Madam Yan sighed: "No matter how busy you are, you can't skip eating, sister Qin, go and call him."

"Let me go." Shen Zhiyi got up, "You guys eat first."

……

Shen Zhiyi came to the study and found that the door was half open.

Su Tangyue's voice came from inside.

"Sir, let me bring you some food. Your stomach is already bad. If you don't eat on time, it will make your condition worse."

Yan Chenfeng sat in front of the desk, with glasses on the bridge of his nose, staring intently at the document in his hand, without raising his head: "No need."

Su Tangyue still didn't give up, she bit her lips: "I know you have a lot to do every day, but you have to think about your own body, otherwise, I will feel bad..."

Hearing the word "distressed", Yan Chenfeng flicked through the document and looked up at Su Tangyue.

When their eyes collided, Su Tangyue's heart skipped a beat, and she quickly smiled.

Who knows, next second.

"Who let you in?" Yan Chenfeng stared at her coldly, his tone was unbearably cold.

There is a dedicated activity area for kitchen maids.

Su Tangyue shouldn't be here at all.

Just as he was talking, Shen Zhiyi walked into the study.

Seeing Su Tangyue, she pretended to be surprised and said, "Sister Tangyue, why are you here? Isn't it true that the kitchen servants can't come up?"

"I..." Su Tangyue lowered her head, "Madam asked me to come..."

"Oh, then tell your wife that there is a mistress in this house, so I don't need to bother you about asking the husband to eat in the future."

Su Tangyue's face became very ugly upon hearing this.

She pursed her lips: "Yes, I know."

Shen Zhiyi smiled slightly, and walked in front of Yan Chenfeng: "Honey, are you done?"

Seeing Shen Zhiyi, Yan Chenfeng seemed to have been injected with a tranquilizer, and his mood eased, saying: "It's almost over."

"Then do you want to go eat first?" Shen Zhiyi was asking for Yan Chenfeng's opinion, but she had already walked around him, gently took off the glasses on the bridge of the man's nose with her slender fingers, and helped him comb his hair, " Everyone is waiting for you."

The woman's voice is soft.

Yan Chenfeng's eyes darkened, he clasped her slender waist with his big hands, and hooked her into his arms, and the woman sat on his lap.

"What are you doing?" Shen Zhiyi blushed, "There are still people."

Yan Chenfeng glanced at Su Tangyue, who had a livid face, and said in a hoarse voice, "I'm tired, let me hug you for a while."

Su Tangyue couldn't stand it anymore, she clenched her fists: "Sir, madam, I... I'll go down first."

Immediately afterwards, there was the sound of footsteps fading away.

After Su Tangyue left, Shen Zhiyi gently lifted Yan Chenfeng's chin, narrowed his eyes slightly: "President Yan, did you do it on purpose?"