A max-level boss and her conspicuous family members

The meat under the gills is the most tender and fragrant part of the fish.

He didn't know whether Zhou Ciyan did it accidentally or on purpose. After being a chef for many years, Cheng Jianwei's heart was as cold as a fish-killing knife, but he still moved slightly.

She raised her head to look at Zhou Ciyan, but before she could say anything, Fu Chen and Fu Ran were also rushing to put food on her plate using serving chopsticks.

"Thank you, chef, and thank you for your kindness." This is Fu Chen.

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo with with With with the with with this with such a taste, Cheng Jianwei, you eat more, you can see you are thinner, I will also eat more, I can see that I am slimmer." This is Fu Ran.

"Female celebrities should be more conscious, Cheng Jianwei. I'll give you the green vegetables. Forget it, I'll give you the meat too. I...I'll have another bowl of rice, and I'll ask my agent."

This is Sheng Ning, she has a kitten face and a sinister expression, as if she is fat to death.

"If you see a slight sign, eat more." This is what Shen Zhi said.

There were compliments at the dinner table one after another, and Cheng Jianwei felt a little carried away.

I think it's good to have three brothers and one sister, with one main theme being lively.

They couldn't stop eating and their heads were touching.

Fu Chen and Zhou Ciyan, one is a well-known and calm national actor, and the other is the head of the Zhou family who is very dignified when eating box lunches. At this moment, they seem to be elegant, but in fact they quickly fill up another bowl of rice, showing off, even spicy. Not even the peanuts in the diced chicken are missed.

The large plate of mutton chops quickly reached the bottom, and everyone except Sheng Ning started to fill up the second bowl of rice.

Barrage: [I’m so dizzy from drinking, I feel so happy and can’t think of Shu. 】

[I’ve eaten it, I’ve eaten it, Ci Jian, Wei Ta Lemon Tea, Prevention Wei Ran and Jian Wei Zhi Zhu have all been eaten. 】

[Sister Wei, there seems to be something wrong with the dish you made. Please send it over and let me check it out for you. 】

Feng Mian was starving to death next to him.

Cheng Jianwei was fine when he was cooking, but now it was his turn to eat, and the aroma was just trying to penetrate his nose.

He tried his best to hide it, but his Adam's apple still shrugged uncontrollably.

Feng Mian finally couldn't bear it any longer. His eyes wandered around and fell on the steamed seabass that had only half of it left. He said, "Jianwei, you specially made steamed seabass. Isn't it because you know that I have a bad stomach and like it?" Do you want to eat something lighter?"

Barrage: [Mr. Feng, do you want to look at what you are talking about? If not, do you want to look at Mr. Fu who is eating spicy chicken next to him? 】

[Since I want to eat so much, it would be better to kneel down and kowtow to Cheng Jianwei now than to go crazy. 】

[Who said before that Mr. Feng could not take the initiative to talk to Cheng Jianwei? 】

[It turns out that what is said in the novel is true. Out of ten CEOs, nine have stomach problems, eight have tobacco odor, seven have mysophobia, six have insomnia, and five are disabled. Four of the disabled CEOs recovered after meeting the heroine...]

[I don’t agree with what you said. I, Master Ci, don’t have any stomach problems. I feel like I’m trembling when I look at it. 】

Cheng Jianwei lowered his head and glanced at the food on the table, somewhat doubting Feng Mian's IQ.

"Are you okay? If you're okay, shake your head and listen to the sound of the sea. This is called calming, right?"

Fu Chen poured a glass of orange juice for Cheng Jianwei and a cup of tea for himself. His lips turned red after eating the spicy chicken and said, "It's so spicy."

Fu Ran was beside him: "Hi ha ha ha."

Feng Mian reacted and felt like he was slapped in the face.

Well, these dishes are not bland.

He clutched the bread in his hand and said in a deep voice, "But... Weiwei, I have a bad stomach."

Cheng Jianwei looked at him with a hint of pity for a fool: "I'm sorry, I always thought you just had a bad mind, but I didn't expect that you also have a bad stomach at such a young age."

Feng Mian's pupils shook, and he squeezed out a sentence through his teeth: "Cheng Jianwei, why are you speaking so harshly now? If you wanted to anger me, then you succeeded."

There must be something wrong, this is definitely Wei Wei's angry words.

Cheng Jianwei's heart thumped.

Good guy, "Kudeng" literature has reflected reality.

Her red lips curved and she said word by word: "Mr. Feng is so humorous, it looks like a joke. And I never speak harshly. If I prick you, I did it on purpose."

Feng Mian's chest rose and fell.

He glanced at the mouth-watering food on the table, tried to calm down, and said with a bit of sadness in his voice:

"Weiwei, you don't have to say it. In fact, I know that every time you come to Feng's house, the food you cook for grandpa and the food you deliver to Feng's house are all cooked for me. I have never noticed this before. No--"

Cheng Jianwei interrupted the spell casting: "Do you think there is a possibility that the food I cooked for Grandpa Feng was just for him to eat?"

Feng Mian argued confidently: "Grandpa is old, and the Feng family has a dedicated nutritionist. Whenever you need to cook, you specially deliver it to the old house. Aren't you the one who cooks it specially for me?"

Cheng Jian frowned slightly, and she thought of a possibility.

"So, you secretly ate the meal I cooked for Grandpa Feng?"

Feng Mian was silent.

After a while, he whispered: "How can this be called stealing? You brought it to Fengzhai, and I naturally ate it openly."

The conversation between the two contained too much information, and the barrage was already stunned.

[Sister Wei once went to Feng’s house to cook for Mr. Feng’s grandfather, and then the meal was stolen by Mr. Feng? 】

["It's all done for me" "I've never noticed this before" "How can this be called stealing" Feng Mian, please don't make me laugh to death. 】

[Passed down, Mr. Feng secretly ate the food Cheng Jianwei cooked for his grandfather. 】

[Passed down, Feng Mian steals grandpa’s food. 】

[Pass it on, seal the crown and eat it secretly. 】

At this moment, when the employees of Asahi Entertainment's public relations department saw their president speaking like this, they immediately raised the alarm.

They quickly summoned the navy to emphasize that regardless of whether Mr. Feng ate the food Cheng Jianwei cooked for Mr. Feng’s grandfather, Cheng Jianwei was trying to please Feng’s elders and wanted to marry into a wealthy family.

Moreover, Cheng Jianwei's efforts to please Grandpa Feng at least prove that she is not welcomed by the Feng family!

The navy must remember this and hurry up to protect Mr. Feng’s reputation.

At this moment, Feng Mian's cell phone suddenly rang.

Because of the occupations of the eight guests, the program team of "Let's Go Brothers and Sisters" kept the guests' mobile phones so that they can communicate with their companies, assistants or agents anytime and anywhere.

But before participating in the variety show, Feng Mian told the company not to call him if nothing happened, as it would affect the audience's perception.

At the critical moment when he was eating, he turned off his phone without looking at it and continued to stare pitifully at the food in front of him.

Feng Yaoyao looked at the excitement and her cell phone suddenly rang.

She glanced at the caller ID and her expression changed drastically. After answering the call, she quickly threw her cell phone to Feng Mian: "Brother, brother, brother——"

Feng Mian's tone showed impatience: "I told you not to call me if you're fine."

"Grandson! I am your grandpa!"

An earth-shattering roar came from the phone.

Only the second half of Feng Yaoyao's words came through: "Brother, it's grandpa who's looking for you. He called me on my mobile phone." It scared her out of her words.

"Grandpa?" Feng Mian was agitated and tried to call out.

Although the current head of the Feng family is his father, the Feng family was almost brought down by Mr. Feng. Now he has taken a back seat, but still plays a decisive role in the Feng family.

Mr. Feng has a bad temper. He usually scolds anyone he catches, but now he has a big outburst: "Xiao Er Feng, you son of a turtle! How dare you steal the food Weiwei cooked for me? Are you a human? The blood of the grandson of turtles." They’re all hotter than you!”

"I……"