"If you want to make a reservation, just book at the Happy Encounter and Yuelai Restaurants. Besides, the Chinese and Western chefs at home are all of international level. What do you want to eat? Why bother with these unappetizing dishes."

Over the years that a man has been cultivating his essence, in addition to making more and more money, his tastes and tastes have become more sophisticated than before.

If it's not high-end or expensive, he won't use it.

Lin Qianqian pursed her lips.

You are only a third-rate person, and your whole body is full of third-rate figures, which makes people turn off their appetites.

If it doesn't taste good, why do you still drink the soup I made?

A certain woman dared not speak out in anger, scolding him thousands of times in her heart.

The man took the soup bowl and glanced at her again. Seeing that she still didn't speak, he frowned: "Are you unhappy?"

"No." She grinned and started eating by herself with chopsticks.

Okay, if you don't eat them, I'll eat them all myself.

Yan Mubei squinted his beautiful long and narrow brown eyes, and his tense handsome face became even darker. He put down the half-eaten soup bowl and stopped her: "Don't eat it. What's so delicious about this kind of junk food?"

Let the kitchen make you something delicious."

As he spoke, he pressed the call bell next to him.

"No, I think it tastes good." Lin Qianqian bit the celery bitterly, with a trace of anger rising in her heart: "If you are busy, you can go to the study first and ignore me."

Junk food?

You are the garbage person.

Lin Qianqian tightened her fingers on the chopsticks, trying hard to control herself from slamming the food on the table into his face.

Huh, before your uncle was not famous, I heard that he often patronized food stalls.

Besides, she is confident that her food is worse than the ones at the food stalls. Does it taste bad? It’s you who tastes bad.

Seeing you and listening to your words makes people turn off their stomachs.

Go away, I will never cook for you again.

Kindly give it to Mr. Lei.

The arrogant Miss Lin wanted to point her finger at Yan Mubei's nose and yell, but the situation was so weak that she could not keep her words in mind.

At the same time, I secretly swore that there would never be another pig's trotters soup in the future.

Hearing this, Yan Mubei felt very unhappy. He only cared about her and wanted her to eat better. Did she deserve to show his shame?

The young master who was driven away still looked unhappy. Just when he was about to say something to her, the housekeeper walked in and said, "Master, what are your orders?"

"Take away all the dishes on the table and prepare some delicious dishes." He straightened his painful legs, leaned on the chair, and stretched his waist.

The housekeeper was a little stunned: "Throw it out? But Miss Lin did all this..."

Lin Qianqian stopped her: "Housekeeper He, don't say anything."

Yan Mubei raised his eyebrows: "Don't say anything?"

Lin Qianqian was angry in her heart, and her tone vaguely revealed her dissatisfaction: "No, go to work quickly and don't stop me from eating."

"You..." Yan Mubei gritted his teeth, folded his arms across his chest, put his injured foot on the other and swayed, turning his head to ask, "Steward He, tell me."

"Don't say it, you go out." Lin Qianqian stretched out her hand to push the man: "You all go out, don't stop me from eating."

"Say, I want to listen." Yan Mubei became more persistent, vaguely feeling that there was something in this that he needed to know.

The housekeeper hesitated between the two. In the end, since Yan Mubei was her master, she leaned towards him: "It took Miss Lin an entire afternoon to make these dishes. She did everything from washing the vegetables to cooking the rice and making the soup."
Chapter completed!