President, please comfort me.

After Chen Nuo finished teaching Yueyue, Ye Hua returned. Ye Hua was very satisfied with her; she was beautiful and taught dance well. He kept inviting her to stay for dinner, but Chen Nuo was not used to it and politely declined.

Ye Hua said with a regretful look, "Alright then, thank you for your hard work. Today was a bit rushed. Next time, you must have a meal at home."

Chen Nuo smiled and said, "Okay, Sister Hua, I'll be going now."

"Okay, take care, Yueyue, say goodbye to Teacher Nuonuo."

Yueyue followed her into the yard, where Chen Nuo's white BMW was parked. "Goodbye, Teacher Nuonuo. Oh, Uncle has already brought the car over for you. Be careful while driving."

"Okay, bye."

Chen Nuo got into the car and habitually checked her phone for messages. She saw that Ye Lin had sent her a text message half an hour earlier: "The car is parked at the door. If you need any help, just let me know. Drive carefully."

Chen Nuo was truly grateful for his help today and replied with her soft little hand: Thank you.

On the other side, Ye Lin was in a meeting at Wanlin Group when a sudden "ding" sound rang out in the quiet space.

Just when everyone thought that someone would be kicked out again like last time, the president sitting in the main seat couldn't help but smile when he heard the bell ring.

Ye Lin immediately made a pause gesture, and then eagerly opened his phone to check.

The marketing manager, who had just been given a severe dressing-down, breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing this and stopped his report.

You know, during meetings, you're always required to silence your phone. Although Ye Lin loves to play around in private, he's very meticulous at work, always doing things cleanly and efficiently, and he doesn't tolerate any mistakes.

Ye Lin frowned as he looked at the simple and clear word "thank you," thinking to himself that first impressions are indeed very important.

My mood right now is like a rollercoaster; one second I'm overjoyed, the next I'm extremely depressed.

The meeting continued, but the manager's sigh of relief was immediately replaced by another.

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Xiao He had been busy all morning, but finally finished work before noon and drove home in a good mood.

The two pastry chefs were already waiting in the spring breeze. Upon seeing Xiao He, they immediately put down their work and stepped forward to greet him: "President Xiao."

Xiao He responded and walked into the kitchen, washing his hands as he gave instructions for the day: "You two, choose a few desserts that girls like, and teach me how to make them later. They need to be finished by 5 p.m.

"Some of them are related to taro paste and durian, as my wife prefers those two flavors."

The two pastry chefs nodded slightly. One of them said, "Mr. Xiao, for beginners, I suggest making taro tarts and mochi. These two desserts are relatively simple to make and taste good. They are quite common desserts."

"Yes, we can also make a mango pomelo sago dessert and a fruit tea. The fruit tea is refreshing and helps cut through the richness; your wife will definitely love it," another chef added.

"Let's begin then. You all have ingredients for these items, right?"

"Yes, yes, everything is ready."

"Mr. Xiao, let's first extract the flesh from the mango and durian, and then make the taro paste and whipped cream."

……

"Mr. Xiao, you can start cutting the lemons, limes, and passion fruit now."

……

"Mr. Xiao..."

Xiao He meant what he said and did; he personally took action. The two masters stood by and only gave verbal guidance, occasionally offering to lend a hand, but he refused.

For the next three hours, the chefs were the guinea pigs several times, their tongues almost numb from eating so much. Fortunately, after several failures, the taste finally came right.

It was almost four o'clock, and Xiao He secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Finally, Xiao He's hard work paid off, and he managed to finish the production before five o'clock.

Taro tart with starry sky, durian mochi, mango pomelo sago bubble cup, and super lime fruit tea.

Three desserts and a tea drink, all presented on the table, were a feast for the eyes, nose, and palate.

With the end of the workday approaching, Xiao dismissed the two cooks after cleaning the kitchen, then went upstairs to take a shower.

When Wen Qi came home from get off work, he was coming downstairs. Xiao He waved to her and said, "You're back, come over here."

Wen Qi walked over and asked in surprise, "Hey, why are you back so early today?"

Xiao He looked at her with a gentle and indulgent smile: "Come back soon and I'll cook you something delicious."

He took her hand and led her to the dining table. "Take a look, do you like it?"

Wen Qi looked in the direction he was pointing. She was stunned by the sudden surprise, her expression a mix of excitement and confusion. Her voice unconsciously rose a few decibels: "Wow, it's so beautiful! Did you make all of this?"

Xiao He was overjoyed at her praise, but on the surface he pretended to be calm and composed: "Hmm, what, doesn't it seem like it?"

Wen Qi smiled broadly and gave him a thumbs up, praising him, "You're so amazing, awesome!"

Seeing her happy face, Xiao He smiled as well, pulled out a chair for her, and raised an eyebrow: "I have something even better, come and try it, it's all yours."

"Mmm, I'll try it. You sit down too, let's eat together."

Wen Qi was very happy. Just as she was about to start using the spoon, she suddenly pulled out her phone as if stopping, took a few pictures, and said to Xiao He as she took the pictures, "Wait, let me take a picture first."

Xiao He sat to the side, watching her try various angles and lighting with some confusion, before finally putting down his phone after about three minutes.

Wen Qi picked up a mochi and started eating. She explained, "This is called a sense of ritual. Girls my age like to take lots of pictures, hehe, you probably don't understand."

Xiao He truly didn't understand. Seeing the cream on the corner of her mouth, he unconsciously swallowed and asked, "Do you like a sense of ritual?"

"Yes, I like it. I don't think many girls would dislike it," Wen Qi affirmed.

Xiao He silently memorized what he heard. Suddenly, a gurgling sound echoed in the large space. Wen Qi was certain that it didn't come from her stomach. She stared at Xiao He in surprise: "Didn't you have dinner?"

Xiao He showed no embarrassment whatsoever, but instead feigned a pitiful state, saying, "No, I didn't even have lunch. I've been learning how to do these things ever since I came back from the company at noon."

Wen Qi felt so embarrassed when she heard that; it must have been so tiring for him. "Oh, why don't you eat something to fill your stomach first? I'll order you some takeout."

Xiao He looked at her and said softly in a hoarse voice, "These are for you. I don't eat them, and takeout isn't good either."

"What should we do?"

Xiao He stared at her without saying a word, making her feel embarrassed. Only then did Wen Qi tentatively ask, "How about I cook something simple for you?"

"Okay, I want tomato and egg noodles." Xiao He's eyes lit up with a smile, as if he had been pleased, and he answered readily.

The ingredients were simple, and Wenqi happened to have them all at home. She stood up and said, "Then you wait here, I'll go make it now."

"I'll go help." Xiao He also stood up.

"No need, it'll be quick, just a few minutes. You can rest for a bit."

Xiao He ignored her and continued to follow her. The two entered the kitchen, where Wen Qi skillfully began preparing the ingredients. She glanced at him and said, "What are you doing in here? Get out."

"I want to stay here. I won't cause any trouble. What, are you afraid I'll steal your skills?" Xiao He was in a good mood at the moment.

Wen Qi was speechless and decided to ignore it. It would only take a few minutes anyway. She would do her thing, and Xiao He didn't know anything, so she would just let him be her cooking companion.

Fifteen minutes later, the noodles were ready. Just as Wen Qi was about to pick them up, Xiao He cut her off, saying, "It's hot. I'll do it. You go out first."