The president makes me cook every day

"It's not just me, isn't your system a big contributor?"

……

In the meeting between Xiao Fei and Chen Dongyang, many unexpected things happened, including Chen Dongyang voluntarily wanting to leave the "system" in his hands

Including "system" and all the previous chat records of Yu Xiaorong, and Xiao Fei's small software used to hide the mobile phone number, all were taken away by Chen Dongyang.

"Don't tell him." Chen Dongyang blinked at Xiao Fei.

Xiao Fei laughed along, and for no reason felt an embarrassment that his IQ had been insulted...

He watched Chen Dongyang get into the car, and then watched Chen Dongyang roll down the window.

Xiao Fei hastened to gather up the fish graciously. Chen Dongyang had not fulfilled the benefits he had promised him before. He did not want to let go of the biggest fish he had encountered so far in his career.

"Mr. Chen?"

He was ready and waiting for President Chen's next stupid order.

Chen Dongyang asked him: "Is there anything I can do to help?"

"If you want, I can contact you to buy a trending search, and borrow today's popularity. For example, '#陈东阳客食美食直播室' Do you think it is suitable?" Xiao Fei sincerely said: "It will also help you The image of an approachable entrepreneur."

Chen Dongyang waved his hands: "I mean, you and Fang Minghao?"

"?" Xiao Fei's body froze in mid-air.

"I was in France before, and I was invited to an entrepreneurial banquet with my dad. At that time, I ate Chef Fang's dishes, about six or seven years ago."

Chen Dongyang looked at Xiao Fei's pale side face in the night: "At that time, someone specially introduced it to us, saying that this is a Chinese chef from the mainland, who is very good at cooking, and they specially invited him here."

Chen Dongyang said: "I probably know what's going on, but I don't know much." So he asked Xiao Fei again: "If there is anything I can help, you can tell me."

"No need." Xiao Fei's tone changed a bit.He straightened up, took a step back slowly, and gave way to Chen Dongyang's car.

"You can't help him." He said to Chen Dongyang, "If I can't do it."

***

Strange to say, Fang Minghao slept pretty well that night.

Woke up early the next morning, after ten o'clock, he could hear Yu Xiaorong tossing around in the kitchen again.

"Yo, how about making breakfast?" He held a chicken nest head on his head and teased a little cheaply: "Remember to put less salt."

Yesterday Xiao Fei scolded him severely on the phone. Fang Minghao finally figured out the ins and outs of this matter. He didn't know if it was because he felt so guilty about Xiao Rong in his heart, or because his own mood was obvious. For the better, he seemed to talk a lot today.

"What is this, do you want steamed egg custard?" He picked up Xiaorong's half-dispelled egg yolk bowl and shook it.

Yu Xiaorong snatched it back vigilantly, holding the egg bowl: No... I'm going to make a dessert and I'm still experimenting. "

"Oh." Fang Minghao walked around the cooking table twice: "Last night, I ate too much salt, so I have to suppress it with dessert."

Yu Xiaorong blushed.He made this specially for Chen Dongyang, wanting to make an apology, he was hesitating while doing it, but Fang Minghao pointed it out in one sentence.

He lowered his head and bit his lip.Fang Minghao picked up a finger biscuit that was opened on the table, put it in his mouth and ate it.

"Tiramisu." He seemed to have seen through everything, and smiled at Xiao Rong: "You are very caring."

Yu Xiaorong took two steps forward, and tried his best to block the messy cooking table behind him, and there was a cocoa powder on his face that he didn't know when he got it.

"Because..." He lowered his head and explained stutteringly: "He said he likes risotto, so...he should also like tiramisu, after all, they are all...Italian dishes."

After finishing speaking, he himself felt far-fetched, but he really couldn't think of anything better.I just feel that what I do is clumsy. He is a big boss and I am just an unemployed wage earner. No matter how I do it, I don’t seem to be able to do it well.

"Then... what do you think, Master Fang?" Yu Xiaorong timidly asked Fang Minghao for advice.

The eyes were shining brightly, looking very innocent.Yu Xiaorong never doubted Fang Minghao, he just blamed himself for not being able to recognize the seasoning correctly and not being able to sleep well all night.

"I think..." Fang Minghao finally realized his conscience: "It's not bad, it's quite suitable."

"Really." He looked at Yu Xiaorong comfortingly.

"You can also change the method, for example... make finger biscuits and cream cheese into balls, then roll a layer of cocoa powder and truffle crumbs, doesn't it look like truffles? That is... truffle tiramisu, In this way, when Chen Dongyang sees this, he will immediately know who sent it, how about it?"

Fang Minghao raised an eyebrow at Yu Xiaorong.

"Is that okay?" Yu Xiaorong's eyes lit up.

"As long as it tastes good, don't just follow the recipe foolishly."

Fang Minghao glanced in disgust at the basic dessert making guide that Yu Xiaorong spread out on the table. “You can also try fillings, like chocolate sauce with espresso, flavored with a little rum and you have a boozy tiramisu truffle.”

"Is that still tiramisu?" Yu Xiaorong was confused.

"As long as the ratio of the ingredients is right, the taste will not change, and if you do this, the level of the entrance will be richer, just like..."

Fang Minghao stretched out his hand unconsciously as he spoke, and grabbed some gelatin powder in his hand.

"Like what master?"

Fang Minghao's movements suddenly stopped when the ingredients touched his slender fingers.He thought of something, loosened his hand, and the jelly powder fell from his fingertips.

"But the combination of ingredients has changed. How can I adjust the ratio to ensure that the taste of tiramisu is still there?" Yu Xiaorong continued to ask without giving up.

"You should try it a few more times, dear." Fang Minghao came back to his senses, he patted Yu Xiaorong's head, and rubbed his white hair with his hands covered in auspicious powder.

***

Yu Xiaorong tried countless times that day. He had never taken a pastry class, and he was even more clumsy than when making risotto, but Fang Minghao still helped him taste it every time.

Finally, it was prepared delicately. One tiramisu truffle was placed in a cake cup and carefully packed into a gift box.

I have already ordered a courier service in the same city, but Yu Xiaorong hesitated: "Is it really possible, Master Fang? Or forget it..."

Fang Minghao thought he was being troublesome, so he snatched the pen directly, wrote down Chen Dongyang's name in the recipient box, and left the address of the Sunshine Group headquarters building that he found on the Internet.

The courier left, but Yu Xiaorong was still anxious at home.

"I left the company's address, but I didn't even have a phone number. Do you think he can receive it?"

Fang Minghao had already turned on the computer, and was about to play another round. He said impatiently, "Then send him a message and tell him to wait for the mail."

"Then how can I do it!" Yu Xiaorong vetoed hastily, "He should be very busy, so bother you! And...it will appear that I am being very deliberate, as if my dessert is so important."

"Pfft." Yu Xiaorong was still sitting on the sofa struggling, Fang Minghao had already entered the game loading interface. "What you gave is tiramisu, is it important?"

"What's wrong with tiramisu?" Yu Xiaorong raised his head in a daze.

"Tiramisu, Tiramisu, means 'take me away'. Don't you just want to confess to him?"

Fang Minghao shot the first shot accurately in the game, then he turned his head and smiled proudly at Yu Xiaorong:

"I played this trick with your teacher's wife when I was 13 years old."

"What?!" Yu Xiaorong buzzed on his head.

"What's wrong?" Fang Minghao's tone finally began to waver: "You don't even know this, do you?"

Yu Xiaorong was tongue-tied, he found himself cheated by Fang Minghao again, although the other party may not have intended this time.

He ran to the window in three steps and two steps, but found that the courier had already left and disappeared.

Yu Xiaorong covered his mouth almost in despair.

God!

This!

It's too embarrassing QwQ!