The president is committing suicide

In the morning, Ding Jiaying had nothing to do and strolled into the kitchen, which made Mrs. Wang extremely nervous.

"Ma'am, what would you like to eat?"

Ding Jiaying waved her hand: "I can eat anything. I'm not picky. What would you like to eat, sir?"

"In the past, you were the one who prepared all the meals at home. The kitchen was your exclusive area. Mr. only ate the dishes you cooked."

It turns out that I really like cooking?

Mrs. Wang continued, "Even after you had an accident, when I cooked at home, Mr. Wang ordered it to be according to your taste. So, I really don't know what Mr. Wang likes to eat."

Shen Cong actually hid so deeply?

Ding Jiaying didn't find out anything and quietly left the kitchen.

As the president of Shen Group, he naturally has to be as unpredictable as possible, with the fewer people knowing his preferences the better, and the deeper his weaknesses have to be hidden the better.

From this point of view, Shen Cong did a good job.

So, almost no one knows that this guy is allergic to seafood like his sister?

Does he take anti-allergy medicine in advance every time he goes out for a social event and eats seafood?

After a series of imaginary scenes and stories, Shen Cong's image in Ding Jiaying's mind seems to be more resolute and resourceful, even a little pitiful.

Looking at the fresh salmon that Mrs. Wang brought back from shopping today, she didn’t even let anyone at home know that she couldn’t eat it.

Maybe, in order to cover up the fact that he can't eat seafood, he will eat a few bites as if nothing happened.

So is it because she is really a good cook or is he deliberately only eating the food she cooks in order to let fewer people know his secret?

He doesn’t mind whether it tastes good or not, as long as it’s cooked and edible?

Cooking is not a difficult task. Sometimes, cooking by yourself can relieve stress. Pick some vegetables and look at the sun outside. Wash and brush with warm water flowing through your fingertips.

She sent a message to Shen Cong, saying that she would cook for him today and asked him what he wanted to eat.

Unexpectedly, he immediately replied: "Shredded pork with green peppers."

The dish is quite simple. You can find a lot of recipes by searching online. It should be fine as long as you don’t add too much salt and stir-fry the meat.

Ding Jiaying started to explore the kitchen by herself. Since she didn't know how to cut meat, she asked Mrs. Wang to prepare some for her.

Unfortunately, the first experiment failed.

She didn't expect there would be another ending, which was a mess.

I had just boasted that there was absolutely no problem with me, so I asked Mrs. Wang to go and rest first.

Ding Jiaying had no choice but to clumsily pick up the knife and start fighting with the piece of meat.

If I can’t make shredded pork with green pepper, I should be able to make green pepper pork slices, right?

Shen Cong had checked his watch for the third time today, and Shen Lu was sweating on the side. Last time, the boss ran away in the middle of a meeting. Because it was his wife who had a serious accident, the client also expressed understanding. But there couldn't be any trouble today.

"President, do you want to take a break? Is there anything urgent you need to deal with?" she asked in a low voice.

"Kind of. How long until it's over?"

Shen Cong always takes his work very seriously and is a well-known workaholic. Nothing has ever made him worry about his work.

So his answer surprised Shen Lu a little: "It will be soon, about half an hour. The client is very satisfied with our current aversion, and we will be done with two more things."

"Okay." Shen Cong tried his best to keep his mind as if he was still in the meeting. He had already received the picture sent by housekeeper Zhang, who had been working hard in the kitchen for three hours.

Just because she wanted to eat, she tried her best to do it. How long ago was it?

Ever since Ding Jiaying lost her memory, he has been living every day like a year. Sometimes he suddenly feels that the previous days were just a dream.

He wanted to see her earlier today.

I had urged the driver several times on the way home, and when we got home, there was a thin layer of sweat on his forehead.

"You're back so early?" Ding Jiaying was a little surprised that Shen Cong, who was standing at the kitchen door, seemed a little hurried. "No need to rush back so early."

Ding Jiaying was telling the truth. Although she had tried it several times, the results were not satisfactory.

It has gone from green pepper and pork shreds to green pepper and pork slices, and now it has become green pepper and pork cubes.

This is because she has gradually lost her patience in cutting meat.

Shen Cong was a man of few words. Looking at the messy kitchen in front of him, he immediately took off his coat, rolled up his sleeves, and started to clean it up.

"You don't have to move, I can do it." Ding Jiaying wanted to struggle again. Although it was a pity to throw away so many test samples, her last attempt should be successful.

I think so.

Shen Cong watched as another plate of meat was ended up in Ding Jiaying's pot, and it was hard for him to look calm.

Ding Jiaying was very frustrated: "Okay. Let's go out to eat."

Shen Cong took the spatula from her hand and pushed her out of the kitchen: "No need. Leave it to me. Just wait for dinner."

Ding Jiaying said in a heavy tone: "But there is no more meat."

"It's okay, we can eat fish." Shen Cong said.

Ding Jiaying objected: "You don't have to force yourself to accommodate me. You can't eat sea fish."

Shen Cong's heart warmed up, and his mood improved involuntarily: "It's not forced. When I came back, I brought back some vegetables, fresh from the lake. There is also mutton. How about making mutton soup for you?"

Ding Jiaying was touched that Shen Cong had anticipated her failure and made a contingency plan, perfectly avoiding the embarrassment of having no food to eat in the evening.

Shen Cong began to clean up the kitchen swiftly, with Ding Jiaying assisting him. Together, the two of them quickly put all the horrible, failed pieces of meat in the kitchen into the trash can.

"Okay, now it's a new beginning. Let's start another round and begin cooking." With Shen Cong's support, Ding Jiaying was full of confidence and completely put her failed experience behind her.

"Put your hand out." Shen Cong felt satisfied when he saw her full of energy, and said softly.

"What's wrong?" She asked while obediently extending her hand for Shen Cong to hold.

He didn't know when he had a clean Band-Aid in his hand.

"It's okay. It's only been there for a while." Ding Jiaying didn't think it was a big deal.

Shen Cong insisted: "Your hands are wet, and this is wet too. You should change it, otherwise it will allow bacteria to grow."

His movements were very gentle, and even the smallest wounds seemed intolerable to him.

"Don't be angry, it was just my own carelessness. I'm not very skilled with a knife."

Shen Cong's expression was a bit serious and a bit helpless: "Sister Wang cooks at home. No matter what I want to eat or what you want to eat, let Sister Wang cook it. When you want it later...it won't be too late to cook it when you feel better."

Ding Jiaying knew that he wanted her to do it later when she remembered it, or do it when she was more proficient.

But what if she can't remember it and is still not proficient in it?

Shen Cong changed her band-aid and held her hand in his palm: "Even if you can't remember it in the future and never learn to cook, it doesn't matter. I can.