I was blacklisted by the whole network at the beginning, but I became popular after surviving in the

restaurant.

Song Yuge drank the shredded chicken porridge in the bowl, "...I said meat, not shredded meat."

She sighed. Although the porridge tasted good, it still lacked something.

Wen Yuan, wearing a Bluetooth headset, glanced at her and asked, "What kind of meat do you want to eat?"

Song Yuge thought for a moment, "Stir-fried meat?"

Fried pork with chili peppers would be the best.

But her fever had just subsided, and Wen Yuan would definitely not let her eat it.

Meat without chili is fine too.

Wen Yuan looked at her for a while, sighed helplessly, and gestured to the nutritionist not far away.

The nutritionist nodded and brought a plate of steamed pork ribs and steamed fish.

Song Yuge's eyes lit up, and he picked up the chopsticks and picked up a piece of pork ribs and put it into his mouth.

The meat is so tender that it falls off the bone when you bite into it.

There was also obvious juice.

Wen Yuan looked at her like this, a smile flashed in his eyes, and he nodded.

The call from Assistant Short was on the other end of the headset.

"President, I received news that Lin Yuezhou seems to be trying to contact the elders of the Wen family. Is there anything I can do?"

Wen Yuan calmly picked out the fish bones and put the tender fish meat into a bowl beside him.

"Isn't he always in contact? Don't worry about it, just see who he can contact."

He didn't say the rest of the words.

Assistant Xiao knew that Song Yuge was right next to him.

He also understood that Wen Yuan was planning to use Lin Yuezhou to catch those restless people in the Wen family.

Who dared to unite and try to instigate Old Madam Wen to arrange the daughter of their dreams for Wen Yuan?

Wen Yuan has always been too lazy to care about these people.

But the premise is that they don't touch his bottom line.

And Song Yuge is his only bottom line that cannot be touched.

It's just like a bomb, the kind that explodes at the slightest touch.

We can only blame them for being too impatient.

Forget about wanting to take advantage of him, Wen Yuan kicked over both the pot and the stove.

"Understood. I'll have someone keep an eye on him."

"Ah."

Assistant Xiao also mentioned some things about the Wen family.

Wen Yuan responded from time to time.

Song Yuge finished a plate of pork ribs without realizing it.

She blinked and silently took the chopsticks back.

Wen Yuan picked up the small bowl filled with fish and placed it next to the girl.

The call on the Bluetooth headset hasn't stopped yet.

"Well, sixty percent, not a single point."

He spoke lazily.

The voice is deep and pleasant.

Song Yuge glanced at the fish beside him, then looked up at him, "..."

Is this a meeting?

Picking out fish bones for her during a meeting?

Wen Yuan wiped his hands, raised his eyes, and met her complicated gaze, his pupils slightly raised.

"Why? You don't like fish?"

Song Yuge shook his head, said nothing, picked up the chopsticks and picked up a piece of fish.

She rarely eats steamed food made by others, because if it is not cooked well, it will usually be fishy.

But this is the nutritionist prepared by Wen Yuan.

She tried it anyway.

The taste is really good.

Even the heat is well controlled.

Wen Yuan curled his lips and said to Assistant Xiao on the other end of the phone, "You go and handle the contract first."

Assistant Xiao guessed that he was probably going to take care of Song Yuge, so he didn't dare to talk to him anymore.

"clear."

Wen Yuan hung up the phone and took off the Bluetooth headset.

His eyes fell on the girl's face, then glanced at the fish in the bowl. Most of it was gone, and his brows relaxed a little. "Do you want to eat anything else?"

There was a hint of indulgence in his tone.

Song Yuge put down his chopsticks and shook his head. "No more eating. I'm full."

If you eat any more, you won’t be able to take it.

The phone in my pocket suddenly vibrated wildly.

She was stunned for a moment, then took it out and took a look.

I thought it was on the hot search again.

I didn’t expect it was sent by Jiang Beiyue.

Still voice.

She clicked, and Jiang Beiyue's voice rang out on the phone.

[Ge, help! Wen Qingyan is about to blow up your kitchen!]