my tongue can be cute

"Dye, you've made great progress recently. If you can persist in the way you are today, dad will be at ease." Ye Shenghuo's eyes became extremely soft, emitting a kind of loving light.

"Hmph..." Ye Tai looked disdainful, can a dog get rid of the habit of eating shit?

"Fangyuan is by my side, and these days have taught me a lot of principles of life." Ye Ranyi looked at Fangyuan, and took the opportunity to say something nice for him.

"Your name is Fangyuan? I'm old and useless. If I hadn't brought up the dyed clothes, I would have almost forgotten your name." Ye Shenghuo looked at Fangyuan carefully and nodded slightly: "The outer circle is inner square, Not bad."

"You are not old, the chairman is in the prime of life. Under your leadership, the group company will definitely go from one glory to another." Fang Yuan hurriedly got up and bowed to Ye Shenghuo.

Wearing thousands of clothes, flattering but not wearing clothes, Ye Shenghuo has a little more affection for the young man in front of him.

"To celebrate the recovery of Yiyi today, I decided to cook and show off myself." Ye Shenghuo, as his name suggests, is also very busy in his work, rolled up his sleeves and walked out the door.

The manager panicked when he heard that, the chairman thought the cooking was not good enough, he hurriedly laughed and said: "Boss, all the ingredients you called for earlier have already been prepared for you, you just need to tell me What to do, the chef will do as you tell, without any compromise."

It was Mrs. Ye who was upset. She sighed in her heart. Sure enough, only her son was her own. People say that a wife is just a piece of clothing in the eyes of a man. She can wear it when she wants to, and throw it off when she wants to. This local tyrant's wife is very glamorous in front of outsiders. , In fact, it is really not as good as a piece of clothing.

"Dye Yi's mother died early. As a father, I was busy with business in the past and didn't pay enough attention to him. Now I just want to try my best to make up for some past losses, so don't stop me." Ye Shenghuo has already left go out.

In the group company, as long as Ye Shenghuo decides something, no one can change it, so the manager had to accompany him out of the kitchen.

Ye Ranyi followed Ye Shenghuo, saw his gray hair at the temples, and felt warm in his heart. It hurts to have such a father, hey, why didn't I die a few years earlier.

Ye Shenghuo's cooking and the chief's tree planting basically have the same meaning. In the TV camera, the chief shovels a few shovels of soil on the ground symbolically. xxx hand planted.These few shovels of soil made by the chief were terrible. The value of this tree has doubled since then, and the staff will take good care of it in the future, creating a miracle in the world that the same tree has different lives.

The chef has already washed and chopped the onion, ginger, and garlic ingredients, and boiled a pot of thick chicken soup. Don't underestimate the chicken soup, but the bamboo shredded free-range chicken specially transported from GX Bama Changshou Village, According to the chicken seller, it is absolutely guaranteed that it has been on the ground for three years, and it has not eaten a grain of feed since the chicken was young.

Three-year-old free-range chickens, compared with those fast-growing chickens grown in inhumane environments, are of course considered authentic old chickens, and their worth is self-evident.

Ye Ranyi smelled the strong aroma of chicken soup, her stomach started to growl, and her tongue almost reached the tip of her nose again.

When the chef opened the soup pot, everyone took a closer look. The chicken soup was whiter than milk, so thick that it could almost be pulled out.

The chef pointed to the stainless steel basin, then pointed to the tall shark fin in the window, and introduced it to Ye Shenghuo: "Chairman, it was taken from the gap."

Ye Shenghuo nodded, fully armed and began to go into battle.

He was just doing some finishing work, and in a short time, the dishes were quickly served, three meat and three vegetables plus one old fire soup.

Ye Shenghuo and Mrs. Ye took a few bites casually and then rested their chopsticks.

Yeranyi and Fangyuan were in turmoil, almost sticking out their tongues to lick the plate.

Ye Shenghuo saw that the two were not satisfied, so he asked with a smile, "Dye Yi, Fangyuan, what else do you want to eat, don't be too polite."

Fang Yuan is an outsider and dare not speak.

Ye Ranyi looked at Ye Shenghuo's hopeful eyes, and became more courageous, thinking that I would order the cheapest one: "Dad, the vermicelli cooked by you is fragrant, crispy and muscular, I want to order another bowl."

When Mrs. Ye heard this, she spouted a mouthful of tea out of her mouth with a "puchi".