The Reborn Scholar Wants To Counterattack
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With You Jingshu's current figure, she definitely doesn't need to lose weight. Without waiting for Secretary Hong to say anything else, she suddenly turned around and went upstairs. "It was me who paid a high price to poach you..." "The price you offered is not even as high as what Mr.
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.
Those empty eyes stared in the direction of the grandfather and grandson for a long time.
Without waiting for Secretary Hong to say anything else, she suddenly turned around and went upstairs.
Mr. Duan frowned when he saw this.
"What does she mean by this? Is she trying to show her displeasure to Weiwei?"
Duan Xishen said calmly, "Weiwei is not at fault. You Jingshu is overreacting."
As soon as he finished speaking, Gu Weimian looked towards him.
At the moment she looked over, Duan Xishen coughed subconsciously.
"Of course, as a mother who just lost her daughter, it's understandable."
These words made Duan Xishen feel extremely aggrieved.
He is so old, and it is rare for him to be so embarrassed.
but……
Seeing Gu Weiman’s expression relax.
It's worth it anyway.
Duan Xishen breathed a sigh of relief.
Seeing this, Mr. Duan rolled his eyes in disdain. He picked up the serving chopsticks and picked up a shrimp dumpling for Gu Weimian.
"Try this and see if you like it."
Duan Xishen's eyebrows and heart were twitching.
"What's up with this shrimp dumpling?"
He pointed to the dishes on the table.
Only then did I realize there were two servings of shrimp dumplings.
Not just two servings of shrimp dumplings, but also two servings of rice noodle rolls, two servings of carrot cakes, two servings of shenggun porridge, and two servings of tiger skin chicken feet...
Mr. Duan whispered,
"I hired another chef, but you don't even understand Weimian's taste.
Duan Xishen had veins bulging on his forehead.
He doesn't understand Weiwei's taste?
Mr. Duan dared to say that he knew better than him?!
"this……"
Gu Weiman's hoarse voice sounded.
Duan Xishen was stunned for a moment and looked at Gu Weimian.
Gu Weimian chewed the steamed dumplings in his mouth slowly, bite by bite.
"The chef who made these steamed dumplings..."
She looked at Mr. Duan.
Mr. Duan showed a smug smile on his face, "Do you like it?"
Gu Weimian nodded.
Duan Xishen on the side frowned tightly. What was going on?
Gu Weimian stood up from the dining table.
Mr. Duan immediately said,
"What's wrong? Don't be anxious. Sit down. Don't disturb your meal."
"Where is he?"
Duan Xishen's eyes became more suspicious. He quickly picked up a steamed dumpling and took a bite.
This bite...
Duan Xishen's face became increasingly gloomy.
"The master chef of Fu Man Lou?"
Mr. Duan laughed out loud.
"That's right."
His face was full of pride,
"Well, didn't you expect it?"
Those two eyebrows were so proud that they were about to fly up.
Duan Xishen frowned, having a bad feeling in his heart.
He knew best who had previously managed the master chef of Fumanlou.
How did it end up in Mr. Duan's hands out of the blue?
He admitted that the old man was in a very high position, so it should be easy for him to hire a cook.
But, that was Huo Yan's cook...
Many thoughts also flashed through Gu Weimian's mind.
At this moment, Mr. Duan had already called people over.
Gu Weimian looked at the master chef,
"Why are you here?"
The master touched the back of his head.
"Mr. Huo heard that Mr. Duan was recruiting a Cantonese chef, so he asked me to apply."
Duan Xishen's heart suddenly sank.
When Mr. Duan, who was originally very proud, heard this, he felt something bad in his heart.
"It was me who paid a high price to poach you..."
"The price you offered is not even as high as what Mr. Huo offered me before."
Gu Weimian: I'm afraid the author's brain has been eaten...