Quick travel starts from tearing apart the plane management bureau

The apricot knitted dress and white cashmere coat are indeed a very gentle color combination. She wears an exquisite beret on her head, and her long wavy hair makes her a restrained aura but obviously not someone she would mess with.

The first thing I saw when I opened the door was a thick stack of documents on the desk, more than 20 centimeters thick. I unbuttoned my coat, put it on the back of the chair and sat down.

He poured a cup of coffee, turned the pen, looked at the security company proposal at the top and drew a circle at the end.

The insider called Shangguan Yan to inform her that the casting for Emperor Ming was scheduled for the 15th, and that the young female candidate for Emperor Ming was also packed up and ready to go.

After finishing his body shape class, Qin Ningyan was seriously trying to cook in the kitchen of Yueze Apartment. Chen Mo was leaning there eating takeout. He is so smart and it’s great to be a manager!

"The big boss may not eat this, at most he can just try it. Just buy the private dish," I couldn't help but remind him when I saw the burnt scrambled eggs with tomatoes thrown into the trash can.

"What do you think about me signing up for a Chinese cuisine class?" He put the best-looking dishes on a plate and suddenly asked, "It's more sincere to cook it yourself."

“For your Chinese food class, you might as well join the variety show Chinese Restaurant Season 3. There are so many people who can cook and you can learn for free,” he said casually.

"Then I'll go, do you have the resources for this variety show?" He asked while scooping a spoonful of simple corn and winter melon soup and tasting it.

"No, do you know what you are doing? This year's Yuehuang Lunar New Year blockbuster plus the two endorsements given by the big boss are enough for you to be promoted to the first-line, the fourth prince of Minghuang will definitely be the second male lead!"

"You don't really believe that to win a woman's heart you must first win her stomach, do you?" Shocked, "Of course it's OK if you're my boyfriend, but what else?"

"Besides, the big boss is notoriously cold-hearted and workaholic. The financial sponsor only likes good-looking, obedient and sensible people."

He didn't take Chen Mo's words to heart at all. He put the prepared food in an insulated bag with a serious look on his face.

"Sign up, this is between me and her, anyway, I won't suffer any loss, the two endorsements I received are enough for me to maintain my position,"

"Okay, you have to be prepared for a month and don't conflict with your schedule," but he still hopes to face the reality as soon as possible.

"I'm going to deliver the food. See you later." He waved his hand, took the car keys and went out, leaving Chen Mo to think about life.

With a look of sadness on his face, he called Lan Xihe without stopping. If Lan Xihe knew, it meant the boss knew.

Lan Xihe, who was about to enter the meeting room with a cup of coffee, stopped and went to the tea room next door. Who would call him at this time?

"Hello, I'm Lan Xihe, what can I do for you?"

I thought it was a company client calling, and the voice was serious, but it became casual when I heard the familiar tone of Chen Mo on the other end.

"Ning Yan made scrambled eggs with tomatoes, stir-fried Chinese cabbage, cold shredded potatoes, and corn and winter melon soup. He's on his way to Dong's," he said, announcing the names of the dishes with a gloating tone in his voice.

"You didn't stop it?" My eyes went dark, you idiot!

"I can't stop him. I picked the best looking ones and brought them over. Ning Yan has two fitness classes at 2 pm. He will be back."

"Anything else? Tell me all at once." I feel a little sorry for the boss's stomach. It should be fine if it's cooked, right? ? ?

"He wants to participate in the third season of Chinese Restaurant. Please talk to the boss. I'm hanging up now." He hung up the phone quickly.

There was chaos in the meeting room. People were scolded and soon left through the back door, holding folders.

"What are you doing standing here?" he asked coldly while holding the thermos cup.

"Mr. Qin is here to bring you food," he said after looking around and seeing no one noticed.

"Hmm?" Delivering food? Didn't Chen Mo stop him? "What did Chen Mo say? Have you watched that variety show?"

"Well, after watching two episodes, it shouldn't be a problem to cook it well. How about you just bear with it?" I can't guarantee the taste.

"Find a Chinese restaurant near the company and order some takeout." You can eat it if it's cooked, but you also have to consider the taste!

"Okay, it shouldn't be a problem. He's tried it!"

"Anything else? Stop being so sissy and hesitant." He glanced down at the folder in his hand.

"Mr. Qin wants to participate in next year's Chinese Restaurant, which is a cooking variety show. It is popular among second-tier stars and those who have just made a comeback."

Chinese restaurant? Will the food be poisonous to people?

"Be the guest or the one who cooks?" Are you interested in cooking? There is also Aunt Zhou, the chef at home!

"The one who cooks." He said it completely stiffly.

"We'll discuss this issue later. Let Xiao Li wait and bring him in directly, and let the paparazzi downstairs deal with it."

As soon as he sat down, he remembered something and called the internal number. He didn't hang up until Lan Xihe came in with the takeaway.

Delicious and peppery spare ribs, hand-shredded chicken, two vegetarian dishes, and a soup, it was quite a rich meal. When I thought about the dark food that was about to come, I felt that takeout was still more delicious, convenient and fast.

The two of them subconsciously sped up their eating. It would not be good if they were seen. However, they finished their meal in ten minutes.

Lan Xihe took the bag and threw it into the trash can, then went back to his office and leaned back on the sofa to rest, but his ears were perked up.

In the small group, there was a lot of excitement with the screen being refreshed.

I Like Money: Assistant Li brought in a guy, the main thing was his height and long legs, he was a man, and I wasn’t used to seeing him.

Lao Wang next door: My husband is a man, tall and with long legs.

I like money: it takes me in the same elevator as big bosses, and it’s also a cool guy with good taste.

The neighbor:

Mr. Dong looked at me and I was very well behaved: Maybe he is a family member?

The group was buzzing with excitement. When Lan Xi and the man wearing a vest came in, they saw people suspecting that she was gay, and there was also speculation about An Li's husband. Their thoughts were so jumpy.

"The office is here, just go in," Xiao Li's eyes were full of auntie smile, maybe this is his future wife?

"Thank you." He thanked politely and knocked on the door before entering.

The clear and slightly hoarse tune is particularly nice to listen to. It's a feast for the ears. It's a pity that we can't see the face.

Facing the room is a large glass window behind the sofa. On the left is a desk and bookcase. It is a huge desk made entirely of mahogany, with two small pots of cacti on it.

Jiuli put a report aside behind the table, then looked up at the person who came. She pushed the documents in front of her away to make room for the lunch box she brought.

"I've tried them all, they taste pretty good. I haven't learned how to cook meat yet." He instantly turned into a well-behaved little puppy, his eyes full of smiles.

"Have you ever eaten it? Let's go together. How did you get here?" It looks and smells great, but I don't know how it tastes.

"Not yet, drive the most inconspicuous car in your garage." He knew that the most inconspicuous car was the top model.

As he said this, he brought over a small bowl of rice, a piece as big as a fist.

"Aunt Zhou's cooking is okay, and I don't need a cook. So don't do it. Did you burn your hands?" It's good enough as long as you put your heart into it.

"Oil splashed," revealing small blisters on his hands.

"Have you learned your lesson? There are people to do these things," he picked up some bok choy with chopsticks and put it in the bowl, pressing it deliberately with his fingertips.

"I'll learn how to do it for you, and Aunt Zhou can have a holiday." The point is to enjoy your world as a couple, so what's Aunt Zhou doing in the middle?

All I could think of was, you are the first person the president brought here, and this is the first time I’ve seen the president smile.

"It's up to you." She knew that this guy could only cook simple ones, but difficult ones would burn the kitchen. It would be enough to just know how to do it, and the requirements were not high.