The president makes me cook every day

Chen Dongyang drove here by himself, and Yu Xiaorong sat in the co-driver's seat. The car smelled of preserved leather, mixed with fragrance, and he found that the console in the car was brightly reflective.

"I'm sorry." The street view outside the window became blurred, he said softly to Chen Dongyang.

"Why?" Chen Dongyang turned his head and smiled at Xiao Rong.

Chen Dongyang is wearing a green windbreaker with a big hat today, which looks very trendy, a light-colored T-shirt and casual pants.His complexion was very fair, and he suddenly looked like a big boy, even driving a sports car by himself.

He didn't dare to look more, but when he looked down and saw the straight line of his trousers, Yu Xiaorong realized that he might be wearing the wrong clothes again.

I don't know whether to blame Fang Minghao for being too sandy, or because he cared too much and made a fuss.

He didn't dare to talk much along the way.

SalieBistro is hidden in the alleys of the imperial capital.When the car stopped, someone came over and opened the door for Yu Xiaorong.

The courtyard of the restaurant is like a European garden, with colonnades and well-trimmed shrubs.

"It's my first time here too, so I don't know what to do." Chen Dongyang said to Xiao Rong.

The menu comes up in three languages: Chinese, English and French.There is a chandelier on the table, which makes the facial lines more distinct. There is very gentle music in the restaurant, which temporarily eases the embarrassment of silence.

Chen Dongyang quickly looked at the menu, but Yu Xiaorong was still hesitating.

Lobster Jelly with Caviar, Salmon with Black Truffle, Sea Crab Shrimp Sashimi Caviar, Wagyu Beef with Truffle and Foie Gras, Watermelon Mousse, Molecular Watermelon Jelly... Some have seen it in the book, some have not, suddenly want to try everything up.

He looked at the price and made a cost-effective ranking in his heart.

Chen Dongyang on the opposite side was looking at him through the menu.Yu Xiaorong frowned slightly, looking very serious, and subconsciously biting his lips.

"What do you like?" He couldn't help but say to Xiaorong.

"...Caviar Lobster Jelly, Caviar Pasta, and Sea Crab Shrimp Sashimi Caviar!"

Finally made up his mind, Yu Xiaorong raised his head and said to the waiter.

"Do you want caviar for all?" Before the waiter was surprised, Chen Dongyang took it first.

Yu Xiaorong nodded seriously: "I recently read a book about caviar, and I want to try more."

The receptionist was a little embarrassed: "The three courses are main courses, do you want to add appetizers and desserts?"

Yu Xiaorong: "...can I not add it?"

"Usually ordering western food will follow the order of appetizers, main dishes, soups, and desserts." Probably it can be seen that Yu Xiaorong is the first time to come to a western restaurant, and the waiter made a difference one by one with the menu unfolded in his hand Classification.

When the waiter got closer, Yu Xiaorong leaned back subconsciously.

Chen Dongyang closed his menu: "No need, serve any dish with caviar, matsutake and truffle."

Caviar, matsutake and truffles are all ingredients made by Yu Xiaorong in the live broadcast room.

"No, no need..." Yu Xiaorong was taken aback.

The waiter said: "Then there will be about a dozen."

"What do you mean? Don't you know how many dishes you have?" Chen Dongyang raised his head, and the tone of his words suddenly made Yu Xiaorong feel strange.

The waiter froze for a moment, then immediately said sorry.

"It doesn't matter." Yu Xiaorong answered quickly, as if he was afraid that Chen Dongyang would be harsh on the host again.

The music was changed in the restaurant, Yu Xiaorong didn't dare to speak anymore, the waiter went to place an order, he began to worry about whether the bank card Fang Minghao gave him was enough to swipe.

"What should I do if I can't finish eating?" He began to probe cautiously.

"Just try a little bit of every dish." Chen Dongyang seemed to have made the decision for him.

He has the temper of a young master, and Yu Xiaorong can feel that it is different from when they first met last night.

"You seem to have always loved cooking dishes with rice, fried rice and risotto, but unfortunately there are none here."

"It's okay..." Yu Xiaorong looked down at the shadows cast by the goblet on the table.

Chen Dongyang followed his gaze: "I can't drink after driving today, do you want some wine?"

"No, no, no!" Yu Xiaorong hurriedly raised his head, and met Chen Dongyang's smiling eyes.

"You seem to talk less, than when you were in the live broadcast room."

"During the live broadcast... I talk a lot?" He thought to himself that he has never talked much, and when he talked a lot, he was forced to do so, fearing that he would not be warm enough to please others.

"In the beginning there was more talking than in recent times."

"Did you really watch it all?" Yu Xiaorong was surprised: "When did it start?"

"Probably egg fried rice? Before you change the kitchen."

"How did you find out at first? I thought my audience came after changing the kitchen..."

"At the beginning..." When Chen Dongyang spoke, he would look directly into people's eyes, especially after he had made up his mind. "It was under an office building in Wudaokou. You made some fried rice, and then I forgot to bring the money."

"Do you still remember?"

Yu Xiaorong blinked at him.

Chen Dongyang was a little anxious, he seemed to suddenly realize that Yu Xiaorong probably really forgot, but he always thought he should remember.

When his first entrepreneurial project failed, when he was the most lonely, he walked on the street alone, thought about countless possibilities for the future, and then met Yu Xiaorong.

He asked him if he wanted a box lunch, and he said he didn't bring any money.

Then he gave him a copy, put it in a plastic bag, inserted disposable chopsticks, and stuffed it into his hand.

Warm box lunch.

"It's always time to eat." Yu Xiaorong said to him that day.

"Always have to eat." This time it was Chen Dongyang who said to Xiaorong: "Then there was Sunshine Takeaway. When I started working on an Internet social platform, I didn't like this kind of thing. I suddenly figured it out that day. People always have to eat."

The so-called source of inspiration.

Chen Dongyang once thought that what happened that day was just that he took a nap in the office and received some kind of mysterious revelation while dreaming, so the afternoon in his memory was soaked in golden light.And that boy's voice was not only nice, but even had a slight echo.

When he went again in a few days, he couldn't find it anymore.

Chen Dongyang himself did not expect that one day he would have dinner with Yu Xiaorong face to face, and then talk face to face about the miraculous experience in his life.

The kind of experience that cannot be shared with others.

Although the other party may not think it is magical, and may even... really forget it.

Yu Xiaorong really forgot.

"Really? I once set up a box lunch stand, but it was a fellow villager's business. I sold it for him. It took less than half a month to set up, and the urban management confiscated it."

……

"Is that so..."

Chen Dongyang suddenly felt dry mouth.

"Yeah." Yu Xiaorong nodded, "Because I was underage at that time, the urban management just detained my tricycle, educated me, and then let me go. Later, my fellow villagers said that it was probably because of opening a small restaurant nearby. They are afraid that we will rob them of their business, it is too much!"

Talking about the previous experience, Yu Xiaorong was filled with righteous indignation. While he was talking, the first dish - foie gras salad with strawberry juice and caviar had already been brought over, and Chen Dongyang motioned to put it in front of Yu Xiaorong.

"It's too much!" Chen Dongyang could only repeat Yu Xiaorong's words subconsciously.