Mr. Huo, stop being abusive. Miss Fu is going on a blind date again.

At dinner, Fu Yan ate the same dish that tasted the same as the last time at the private restaurant. She knew without guessing that the chef could not know her taste so well, even the salty, sour, and sweet tastes could be so precise.

There is no doubt that Huo Mingzheng cooked dinner.

She glanced at Huo Mingzheng and subconsciously glanced at the back of his hand.

"I was careful this time and didn't get burned." Huo Minzheng gave her a piece of chicken.

Fu Yan frowned, "I didn't ask."

"Well, I want to say it myself." Huo Minzheng followed her.

Fu Yan's frown deepened. Now that he's letting go, he's completely ignoring it, right?

"I remember you couldn't cook before." Except for noodle soup, of course.

After asking, she regretted it, fearing that Huo Minzheng would say something that would make her unable to resist.

But fortunately, Huo Mingzheng is not the kind of person who speaks glibly. Some words are just right to the point and will not be said to the point of making people feel greasy.

"Cooking is not difficult, just follow the recipe."

Somehow this sentence clicked into Fu Yan's seat. She thought that she couldn't cook, and if she followed the recipe, she would blow up the kitchen, and she could barely make some porridge and do some baking.

Ji Lin said that God is fair and no one can take all the benefits. She is so beautiful that people and gods are angry. Not being able to cook is not a shortcoming. There is no need to take it to heart. She has to admit that she is not the material.

Of course, Ji Lin's words made her feel relieved, and that was right. A woman's inability to cook was not an unspeakable shortcoming.

Before she took the food into her mouth, she muttered: "It's amazing."

Huo Minzheng had a sharp ear and eyes. He watched her take the rice into her mouth and her cheeks fluttered slightly while chewing. His heart felt soft, "The only people who can eat the food I cook are truly amazing."

Fu Yan immediately wanted to put down his chopsticks, but Huo Minzheng stopped as soon as he was satisfied. He filled her with a bowl of soup and placed it on her right side without saying another word.

After a while, Fu Yan whispered: "Thank you."

Huo Minzheng gave her hand holding the food a pause, and there was a hint of tenderness in his eyes.

After dinner, Fu Yan went back to her room to call Song Qingshuang. The Tomb-Sweeping Day holiday would be in a week. She did not go back to Guangcheng to sweep the grave, but was going to Lyon to find her mother. Mother and daughter had been separated for a long time.

Huo Mingzheng went to the study to handle official business. Uncle Luo knocked on the door with tea and placed the teacup on Huo Mingzheng's left hand side.

He just glanced at it casually, thinking that Huo Minzheng was reviewing documents, but he didn't expect that he was holding a book and making comments on the book with a pen from time to time.

Uncle Luo took a closer look and saw, "Good guy, it's a recipe book."

He thought that Mr. Huo would personally cook tonight's dinner, and he made up his mind. Sure enough, to capture a person's heart, you must first capture her stomach. Mr. Huo wanted to capture Miss Fu in detail.

I just don’t know if Miss Fu can withstand Mr. Huo’s attack?

While sorting out the bookshelf, Uncle Luo asked, "Mr. Huo, do you want to prepare the dishes in advance for tomorrow night and wait for you to come back?"

He had to put Miss Fu's copy of "Love in the Time of Cholera" away carefully to avoid any further mishaps.

Huo Mingzheng commented on the side of a dish that the spiciness was moderate. After listening to Butler Luo's words, he stopped writing and pursed his thin lips.

tomorrow night.

Butler Luo reminded him that Fu Yan would not go back to Jinling's famous residence for dinner tomorrow night, but would go to Ji Lin's house for dinner.

Uncle Luo didn't know which word he said was wrong. He could feel that Huo Minzheng's aura had changed and he felt inexplicably unhappy.

Suddenly Huo Minzheng's cell phone on the desk rang. It was a phone number without any notes.

Not many people know Huo Mingzheng's personal phone number, and people who know him don't have the guts to exchange it randomly.

Huo Mingzheng picked up his phone and swiped the screen, put it to his ear, and said in a cold voice, "Who is it?"

"Mr. Huo, excuse me, I am Ji Lin's father. I got your phone number from Ji Lin."

It turned out to be Ji Lin's father.

At the same time, a WeChat message came in from Huo Minzheng’s phone: [My dad is looking for you. 】

Huo Minzheng put the phone to his ear again and said in a slightly restrained voice, "Mr. Ji."

The man on the other end of the phone smiled and said: "Ji Lin was in a car accident before. Thanks to Mr. Huo for your help, Ji Lin hired the best medical team for us. Ji Lin was able to wake up so quickly. Ji Lin's mother and I I'm very grateful to you. I wonder if you have time tomorrow night to sit at home and have a light meal."

Uncle Luo hasn't gone out yet. A second ago, he was thinking about what he said wrong. At this moment, he suddenly noticed that Mr. Huo was in an inexplicable mood.

"Okay, I'll be there on time tomorrow night."

After hanging up the phone, Huo Mingzheng put the recipe aside and said to Butler Luo, "Prepare two gifts."

Butler Luo nodded, "Who is it for?"

He had to ask clearly so that he could make arrangements.

"Elders, the parents of Yan Yan's good friend."

"Okay." Butler Luo noted it down, left the study with the tea tray, and immediately went to handle the matter himself.

That was something Miss Fu's parents couldn't ignore easily since she was little.

As soon as Huo Minzheng picked up a document, his phone rang again. The caller ID read: Qin Heng.

Through the phone, Huo Minzheng could hear the embarrassment in Qin Heng's tone, "The Ji family invites me over for dinner tomorrow night. I heard that Fu Yan is also going. What should I do? I can't give up the opportunity to you. Really?" It’s not that my brother won’t help you.”

"Why not?" Huo Minzheng opened the document with his left hand, "As long as you are sincere enough and give me the opportunity, I will go to Ji's house for dinner for you. Ji Qing's parents will still be happy, and they should be happier than seeing you."

Qin Heng wanted to say don't scare the elders from eating with a face that keeps strangers away.

But he has known Huo Mingzheng for twenty years. These twenty years are not long, and it is almost half a lifetime. He cannot say that he fully understands Huo Mingzheng, but he can still know Huo Mingzheng's mood well.

He paused on the other end of the phone for a few seconds and took a deep breath, "The Ji family also invited you, right?"

Huo Mingzheng hummed.

Qin Heng laughed angrily, "I'm just telling you, why are you such a black heart still in the mood to joke with me?"

Otherwise, if Huo Mingzheng knew that he could go to Ji's house for dinner and he was not invited, he might be angry at him. But this was the effect he wanted. It was rare to see Huo Mingzheng fail in eight hundred years, so he had to seize the opportunity to do it. Show off before him.

Unexpectedly, things developed differently than he imagined.

It turns out that I can go to Ji's house for dinner with Fu Yan.

If Ji Lin's parents knew that they invited Huo Mingzheng to dinner and that Huo Mingzheng agreed because of Fu Yan, they didn't know how they would feel.

Anyway, he didn't dare to think about it.

"I'm talking about you. Now you've changed from being a sultry to a sultry person, right?"

Huo Minzheng picked up the teacup on his left without changing his expression and took a sip of tea, "That can't compare to your cunningness."