With You Jingshu's current figure, she definitely doesn't need to lose weight.

This symptom may be physiological anorexia caused by depression or excessive pessimism.

You Jingshu stood there for a while.

The pair of empty eyes looked in the direction where the grandfather and grandson were for a long time.

Before Secretary Hong could say anything else, she suddenly turned and went upstairs.

Mr. Duan frowned when he saw this.

"What does she mean by this, to show Weiwei's face?"

Duan Xishen said quietly, "Weiwei is right, You Jingshu overreacted."

As soon as he finished speaking, Gu Weimian looked towards him.

The moment she looked over, Duan Xi coughed subconsciously,

"Of course, as a mother who just lost her daughter, it's understandable."

Duan Xishen felt extremely aggrieved by these words.

At his age, there are very few times when he feels so deflated.

but……

Seeing Gu Weimian's expression softening.

It's all worth it.

Duan Xishen breathed a sigh of relief.

When Mr. Duan saw this, he rolled his eyes disdainfully. He picked up the serving chopsticks and gave Gu Weimian a shrimp dumpling.

"Try this and see if you like it."

Duan Xishen’s eyebrows pounded,

"What's going on with this shrimp dumpling?"

He pointed to the dishes on the table.

Only then did I realize that there were two portions of shrimp dumplings.

Not just two portions of shrimp dumplings, but also two portions of rice rolls, two portions of carrot cakes, two portions of raw porridge, two portions of tiger skin and chicken feet...

Mr. Duan whispered,

"The other cook I hired, you don't even understand Weimian's taste.

There are blue veins bulging in Duan Xi's forehead.

Doesn’t he understand Weiwei’s taste?

Mr. Duan dares to say that he knows better than him? !

"this……"

Gu Weimian's hoarse voice sounded.

Duan Xi was stunned for a moment and looked at Gu Weimian.

Gu Weimian slowly chewed the steamed dumplings in his mouth.

"The master who makes this steamed dumpling..."

She looked at Mr. Duan.

Mr. Duan had a proud smile on his face, "Do you like to eat?"

Gu Weimian nodded.

Duan Xishen on the side frowned tightly, what's going on?

Gu Weimian stood up from the dining table.

Mr. Duan immediately said,

"What's wrong? Don't worry, don't worry. Sit down, don't affect your meal."

"Where is he?"

The look in Duan Xishen's eyes became more and more suspicious. He quickly picked up a steamed dumpling and took a bite.

This bite...

Duan Xishen's face became darker and darker.

"The master of Fumanlou?"

Mr. Duan laughed loudly and said,

"That's right."

His face was full of pride,

"How about it? Didn't you expect that?"

Those two eyebrows were almost flying with pride.

Duan Xishen frowned and had a bad feeling in his heart.

He knows best who the master of Fumanlou was in the past.

It was so good, why did it end up in the hands of Mr. Duan?

He admitted that the old man himself had a transcendent status, and it should have been easy to find a cook.

However, that is Huo Yan's cook...

Gu Weimian also had many thoughts in his heart.

At this moment, Mr. Duan has already called people.

Gu Weimian looked at the master,

"How did you come?"

The master touched the back of his head.

"Mr. Huo heard that Mr. Duan was recruiting Cantonese chefs, so he asked me to apply."

Duan Xishen's heart suddenly sank.

When Mr. Duan, who was still very proud at the side, heard this, a bad feeling flashed through his heart.

"Obviously I paid a high price to poach you..."

"The price you offered is not higher than what Mr. Huo paid me before."

Gu Weimian: I'm afraid the author's brain was eaten...

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