Dressed as the President's Heartless Wife

The kitchen has been evacuated, half of the walls have collapsed, the gas stove is dirty, and only the tableware is still in a mess.

The old man rummaged through the cabinet on the stove, and found two bags, one containing eggs and chives, and the other containing rice, the little girl helped to search in the cabinet, but found two stoves Nothing was found.

The little girl showed embarrassment: "Grandpa, there is nothing left."

The old man looked at the man slowly, the man winked, and then he looked at Gu Yang again, and said, "Young man, can I make you fried rice and eggs?"

Afraid that Gu Yang would disagree, the man smiled again and said: "Sir, you see the vegetable market is quite far away, and it's quite a hassle to buy vegetables, why don't you just eat something and don't starve yourself?"

Gu Yang smiled lightly, nodded and agreed: "Okay, I don't mind fried rice with eggs."

He is not really hungry, he just wants to taste the old man's handicrafts, fried rice with eggs can best reflect the chef's true level, he can't wait for it.

Adding seasonings to any food to cover up its original taste can become delicious, but fried rice with eggs is not good. Fried rice with eggs is a kind of delicacy that returns to nature. Those who can make fried rice with eggs delicious must have perfect control over the cooking time.

The man was overjoyed, and said again and again: "Miao Miao, help your grandpa quickly."

The little girl called Miaomiao reluctantly picked out the green onion and washed it, and looked at Gu Yang with apology.

The old man tremblingly picked up an egg, smashed it on the edge of the bowl, and stroked it rhythmically with the chopsticks. Gu Yang could see that the old man was definitely a connoisseur of superb cooking skills.

There is leftover rice in the rice cooker, probably left over from last night, scooped out is a grain of loose rice, this kind of rice is most suitable for scrambled eggs and fried rice.

Turn on the fire, pour oil into the pot to heat up, the old man cut the eggs, and the little girl chopped the onions, it was really monotonous, the little girl said: "Grandpa, I'll go down and buy a ham sausage."

As she spoke, she gave the man a sideways look, and pretended to be brave enough to block the conversation: "The supermarket is right next door, not far away, and you can catch up if you run."

The man choked and scowled.

If you don't speak, you don't object, and it's probably not very embarrassing. The little girl ran downstairs, and the old man poured the eggs into the pot, fried them for a while, and poured in the leftovers.

Gu Yang just looked at his familiar flipping spoon like this, his hand bones bulged due to the force, completely lost the old and feeble just now, and looked extremely vigorous. Watching his fried rice was like watching a wild show, and he watched it even if the seasonings were arranged. You don’t need to look to know which jar the salt, vinegar, and soy sauce are in. The end of the spoon opened the seasoning lid a little bit and dipped a little into the pot, and then a new round of stir-frying. Within 2 minutes, Gu Yang could smell the thicker and thicker The aroma, the aroma of eggs slowly lingers, reminds people of their childhood memories.

Not long after, the little girl came back after buying the ham sausage, put it on the chopping board and cut it quickly, and the ham sausage became silky.

Gu Yang couldn't help but marvel: what a beautiful knife.

Unexpectedly, the little girl looks young, but she is also a good cook.

The ham sausage and scallions were put into the pot together, and after a few casual stir-fries, the egg fried rice came out of the pot and was poured into a bowl with a large spoon.

The steaming fried rice with eggs was handed to Gu Yang. Gu Yang deeply smelled the aroma of the fried rice with eggs, and he was intoxicated physically and mentally. Since there was no place to sit, Gu Yang could only eat standing up. The little girl brought a small spoon, shy Said: "Please don't be disgusted."

Holding a small spoon, Gu Yang carefully put it into his mouth, then opened his eyes slightly, feeling extremely unbelievable.

The rice is fried soft and delicious, not hard or sticky, each grain of rice seems to be wrapped in eggs, the taste is even, the salty taste is moderate, the oily fragrance is overflowing, not greasy or choking, the comfort fills all the nerves, Gu Yang I took a spoonful and ate it, and it was still the same in the second bite. There was no sign of frying, but the ham sausage was extremely redundant in this bowl of egg fried rice due to the limited taste of the ingredients.

Seeing that Gu Yang was eating deliciously, both the man and the little girl were relieved, and the little girl said: "Egg fried rice with seaweed soup made by grandpa is the best, but it's a pity that there is no seaweed to cook, otherwise you will definitely fall in love with grandpa cooking."

Not to mention, even without seaweed soup, he still fell in love with this exquisite cooking skill.

Gu Yang quickly finished the egg fried rice, licked the corners of his lips and still couldn't get enough of it, it was strange that he was not hungry at all, he was full before he checked into the hotel, and now he felt that he could eat two more bowls.

There was not a single grain of rice in the bowl, the man said: "There is no charge for egg fried rice, do you think you want to go down and rest?"

Gu Yang couldn't help being curious: "I asked passers-by when I came here, and passers-by said that this is a big hotel, why is it converted into a hotel?"

Wouldn't it be a pity if such a beautiful handicraft would no longer be used in the future?

When he asked this question, the man stopped. The man's face turned cloudy and he didn't speak.

The old man sighed: "To be honest, this restaurant has a history of more than 100 years since the Republic of China, but it has declined for generations and the management is not good. In my generation, there are no successors. I am 71 this year, and I will not live another two years. Nian is about to die, my son is not very good at cooking, and if he continues, he will go bankrupt, so our family is discussing to convert the restaurant into a hotel, so that there may be some business."

"..."

I really thought too much about what kind of business the girl at the front desk could have with her virtue. Gu Yang now wondered if it was because men couldn't recruit people, so he recruited such a person, or because he was greedy for the girl at the front desk to get a lower salary.

With such slander in his heart, Gu Yang said: "Isn't there a granddaughter, I think her talent is not inferior to yours."

The old man shook his head and sighed again: "There is a rule in our ancestors that cooking skills are passed on from male to female. My granddaughter is good or bad, but it's a pity that she is a girl."

"..."

What a broken rule!

Gu Yang smiled slightly, with MMP in his smile.

The little girl lowered her head, biting her lip with an aggrieved expression.

The man became angry when he saw it: "Okay, the renovation is about to be completed, so it's useless to talk too much. From now on, there will only be Xinglong Hotel and no Longxing Hotel. You, a girl, don't think about being a cook at all, and go to college to take the civil service exam." It's serious business, and I don't expect you to have any other achievements."

The little girl looked like she was about to cry.

Gu Yang originally wanted to say a few words for the little girl, but unfortunately he was politely driven away by the man before he could say anything.

It was really hard for him to meddle in other people's affairs. The next morning, Gu Yang spent 100 yuan to ask the old man to fry eggs and fried rice for him again.

After returning home, Gu Yang hurriedly wrote the manuscript and handed it over to the editor-in-chief.

Editor-in-Chief: It’s really unusual to eat fried rice in a hotel.

It is estimated that Gu Yang is the only one in the whole world.

Gu Yang stated the matter of the Dragon Star Hotel from beginning to end.

Editor-in-Chief: Okay, the old rules, I'll bring someone over to try it after work.

Gu Yang was relieved.

He thought, if the hotel can continue to make money, making a lot of money, the hotel will be rebuilt, maybe it can change Miao Miao's fate?

You can breathe a sigh of relief about work, Gu Yang stretched his muscles and bones, and went to find Zhou Jinghuai, but was told by the housekeeper that Zhou Jinghuai had something to go out, so Gu Yang deliberately went to drink tea with Zhou's mother, and contacted him to get in touch.

The little wolf dog is eyeing the inside first. In order to prevent Zhou Jinghuai from being snatched away, he has to subdue his mother-in-law's heart.

So, as soon as Zhou Jinghuai came back from the company, he saw Gu Yang leisurely chatting with Zhou's mother, and the two got along very well.

Zhou's mother has completely accepted Gu Yang, otherwise it would not be so peaceful, Zhou Jinghuai was very relieved, stepped forward and joined the conversation between the two.

After chatting with Zhou's mother for a while, Zhou Jinghuai took Gu Yang away.

Back at the small villa, Zhou Jinghuai sat on the sofa, hugged Gu Yang in his arms, and said, "Where did you go yesterday?"

Gu Yang was forced to sit on his lap, feeling that this posture was extremely ambiguous, his cheeks became hot, and he said: "I went to a hotel. There is a restaurant that has been converted into a hotel, and the chefs in it are descendants of imperial chefs, and their skills are superb."

Zhou Jinghuai held his waist with one hand, and pulled his face with the other, telling him to turn around so that he could kiss him, "I didn't sleep much when you were away yesterday, next time something like this happens, I'd better take me with you." .”

Gu Yang was warm all over, and asked with a smile: "Miss me?"

"Ah."

Zhou Jinghuai touched his lips, then gave him a deep kiss.

The two were tired and inseparable, although they didn't do it, they were about the same. After dinner, Gu Yang asked about the one thing he cared about the most.

Zhou Jinghuai said: "The investigation of the situation of Dingye Venture Capital is almost done, and I will bring you to the door tomorrow."

Gu Yang asked: "Is it because the funds are tempered and you are about to go bankrupt?"

Zhou Jinghuai raised his eyebrows in surprise: "How do you know?"

"Hmm..." Gu Yang said vaguely, "I guess."

Of course it is written in the book, it is pure and honest, and it is auspicious and true.

Because the company was facing a major crisis, Chairman Qiao tried every means to get on the line of Zhou Jinghuai. Although the young master Qiao was not married, he was not as beautiful as Qiao Ya, so the second young master Qiao who was not very favored at home was forced to marry Zhou Jinghuai. A marriage was carried out.

The classic plot, the bloody routine, the marriage partner becomes true love, and Bai Yueguang's ex-wife becomes cannon fodder.

Since then, Qiao Ya has been like a duck to water, and later not only became the president of Dingye Venture Capital, making Qiao the youngest, but also a beautiful Mrs. Zhou, and all the dignitaries in S City have to give way to her.

Ah, I'm so angry just thinking about it, my husband was married to another dog.

Gu Yang had a heart attack silently, and Zhou Jinghuai laughed dumbly: "Sometimes I really think that you are possessed by a god, otherwise how can you guess right, and..."

"What else?"

"And suddenly changed his mind."

Zhou Jinghuai's eyebrows are affectionate.

Gu Yang smiled, narrowed his eyes and said, "Then are you happy?"

"Happy." Zhou Jinghuai rubbed his head, "Every day is very happy, as long as you like me all the time, I am willing to do anything."

He has gone through so many hardships along the way, and he can no longer live without him.

Gu Yang threw himself into his arms, kissed his thin lips, stretched out his hand to the belt around his waist, and said with rolling eyes: "I can still make you happier."

The author has something to say: If I can't prevent it, I can't help it. Let's see the effect first. Don't worry about the blocked cuties. If it doesn't work, I don't bother to bother.

You never give up, you will always be my little sweetheart.

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