treaty

This question is really difficult for the housekeeper, because He Qing prefers to cook Western food, and although he often cooks Chinese food, he seldom cooks porridge, and neither does soup.But the young master never said that he doesn't like porridge. He has never been very picky when it comes to food. He eats whatever other people do.

Well, the taste depends on the person. Basically, a chef like He Qing is not picky, but if it is someone else, it is really hard to say.

It was the first time that the housekeeper doubted his ability, and felt that the young master whom he had taken care of for many years didn't seem to know his food preferences very well, at least not as well as he imagined.

"This... the young master should like it. He is not very picky when it comes to food."

Ok.

"Is there anyone next door?" He was really not reconciled, I had never woken up so early in my life, and now because of a pot, I can't fucking do anything, very upset, very upset.

"Can't the rice cooker be used?"

"It's okay, but the taste is a little bit worse."

"Then just wait, I'll go over and ask."

The housekeeper felt that this was the only way to make up for his mistakes at work, so he was very active in taking on the important task of borrowing money.

The helplessness in Wang Huifeng's heart was like a rainy day in June. He suppressed the madness in his heart and began to think about the cabinet and the wall. He wondered whether he should buy a new pot or bring home. I probably won't go back in the short term, it's waste utilization.

"Young master!" said the housekeeper, holding a pressure cooker in his hand.

Wang Huifeng took it and looked at it for a while, "Let's just make do with it!"

The butler was originally very proud of being able to borrow a pressure cooker, but now it seems that things don't suit the master.Well, in the future, he will have to think about how to please this master, so that he can forget this humiliating history.

Wang Huifeng opened the bag, grabbed it, and threw it into the pot; opened the bag again, grabbed it, and threw it into the pot...

The housekeeper broke out in a cold sweat. He was used to the cooking style of his own chef. Western food is more particular about the ingredients, not to mention meeting Chef He who is meticulous in his work and strives for perfection.He can't wait to put a scale next to him and weigh everything on it, so the housekeeper feels that the chef should strictly control the ingredients used.But the young master is so casual, he actually grabs it with his hands, don't he need to measure it? Will the things he made belong to the level of dark cooking?

Wang Huifeng washed it with water several times, found a glass to fill it, poured it in, took a look with his eyes, and found that the amount of water was about the same, so he put the lid on the pot and turned on the fire.

The corner of the butler's eyes twitched, and he mourned silently for the pot of porridge and for the young master.

Thinking about it, he walked away, and when he saw He Qing approaching, he dragged him to mutter something, only to see He Qing's face was terribly ugly, as if he wanted to tear Wang Huifeng to pieces.

After more than ten minutes, Wang Huifeng put down the phone, turned off the fire, and just left it there.

He Qing frowned.

The butler thought to himself, it's okay, at least the kitchen wasn't demolished.

He sat on the sofa and put his feet directly on the other sofa, almost lying down.

The corner of the butler's eyes twitched again, and he thought to himself: Don't be seen by the young master, otherwise the house might be torn down by him, and he can't bear this kind of unruly behavior.

"Housekeeper, brother likes something sweeter or lighter." Wang Huifeng finished playing a game, and finally remembered the pot of porridge that was abandoned in the kitchen.

"It's lighter." The butler didn't reply, but He Qing spoke first.

Wang Huifeng was a little confused, Chef He seemed a little angry, maybe it was because he robbed him of his job, shouldn't he be happy to let him rest for a day.

He scratched his head, "Be lighter!"

After he finished speaking, he put the phone on the table, got up and went to the kitchen, opened the lid of the pot, and instantly a gust of heat rose up, and a faint fragrance permeated the kitchen.

He took out a spoon and stirred it until it was thick enough.

He turned the fire back on and stood there quietly waiting for the porridge to boil again.

He Qing thought that his actions were quite elegant, but he was in a slightly better mood when he saw him grab the bag of white sugar he bought just now, and sprinkle it directly, just like that, into the pot.I'll go, if he's gotten older in the past few years and his temper is restrained, he might yell at him, it's too fucking casual.

The butler glanced at Chef He, and sure enough, he saw that his face was not very good-looking.

A moment of silence for the young master.

After cooking for more than a minute, Wang Huifeng turned off the fire when the sugar was boiled.

He filled four bowls respectively, turned around and saw Qi Tianlin who had been down for a while.

"Why are you up so early?" he asked.

The butler and Chef He realized that the young master had come down, and rushed to greet him.

"Oh, woke up around that time."

Qi Tianlin would not tell him that when he woke up and saw that the people around him were gone, he thought he had run away while he was sleeping, so he was so frightened that he hurried out to look for him.Finally, seeing the busy figure in the kitchen, I went back to wash with peace of mind.

"It's just right, I have made tea on the table, you warm it up first, and the porridge will be almost ready to drink."

Qi Tianlin noticed a pot of tea on the coffee table and smiled, "So particular?"

Seeing that the young master was in a good mood, the housekeeper poured him a cup of tea made by Wang Huifeng.

"It's better to pay attention to stomach problems."

Qi Tianlin paused while drinking tea, glared coldly at the butler, and accused him of meddling: "Don't listen to the butler's nonsense, my stomach is healthy!"

The housekeeper looked at the young master with a blank face, and looked at the young master very aggrieved, and shouted in his heart: "Young master, I really didn't say anything."

"The housekeeper didn't say anything!"

Qi Tianlin frowned.

"I observed." Wang Huifeng showed off to Qi Tianlin like a witty detective.

Butler: You are awesome, you can observe all of this.

Qi Tianlin smiled: Sure enough, he is a careful little guy. "Then you don't have to get up early in the morning to work, just let Uncle He do it."

"fine."

Qi Tianlin put the teacup on the table, and Wang Huifeng ran over with a bowl of porridge in his hand.He put the porridge on the table, poured another cup of tea and handed it to him: "These are all yours."

"so many?"

It's actually a small pot.

Wang Huifeng nodded, then turned to the housekeeper and He Qing and said, "I cooked a lot, you can try it."

The housekeeper and Chef He glanced at each other, looked at the pretty good-looking black and purple porridge, swallowed without leaving any traces, and both noticed the displeasure in each other's eyes.Both of them thought it was better to let the young master be a guinea pig.

Light the wax for the young master.

Qi Tianlin picked up the porcelain bowl, took a spoonful, smelled the faint fragrance of rice, put it in his mouth, chewed it a few times, swallowed it, and faintly saw the light in his eyes: "It's delicious!"

What Qi Tianlin said was the truth, as far as he was raised by Chef He, he was not much better than what a chef in a restaurant did.

"Will it be too sweet?"

"No, the sweetness is just right."

Wang Huifeng breathed a sigh of relief, for fear that what he did was not to Qi Tianlin's taste.

The other two could see the shock in their eyes, delicious?Young master, you didn't say it deliberately to please your boyfriend, did you?But the two looked at the young master eating with relish, without any disgust in their eyes, and they also became suspicious.

Wang Huifeng smiled, ran to the kitchen and brought two more bowls to the housekeeper and He Qing.The two were forced to take it, and licked small mouths with the thought of seeing death as home.

Hmm [rising tone], it does seem to be pretty good.

Wang Huifeng watched Qi Tianlin finish eating, and asked, "Do you want more?"

Qi Tianlin nodded.He had just finished his porridge, and he didn't know if it was a psychological effect, but his stomach felt more comfortable than ever before.

Qi Tianlin drank two bowls at the end and felt that he hadn't been so full for a long time. When he looked up, he saw Wang Huifeng squatting on the sofa drinking porridge and playing with his mobile phone leisurely.

Seeing this, the housekeeper thought to himself: "It's broken, it's broken, the young master is going to be angry."He was thinking about whether to intercede for the young master, after all, he only came to the house for the second day, and he didn't understand many rules very well.

Who knew that Qi Tianlin was not only not angry, but smiled instead.

Steward: Heh, when did the young master change his temper?

"Oh, by the way, Mom said she won't be back this week." Qi Tianlin said.

"Why didn't you come?"

"Recently, the company's foreign projects have some problems, so it may be delayed for some days."

"Well, I was thinking about auntie..." He raised his head just in time to meet Qi Tianlin's gaze, and quickly changed his words, "Mom, it's mom, I'm nervous when mom comes."

"She can't eat people."

"That's what I said, but I'm still nervous. I didn't even buy a gift."

"She's not into it."

"She doesn't care about it, and I can't really not buy it. First impressions are still very important."

"I've prepared all the presents for you and put them in the study. Next time she comes, just give them to her."

"Heh, I'll just be a vase quietly, is that really okay?"

"Some people can't even be a vase if they want to be."

This mouth is a bit poisonous, Wang Huifeng thought to himself.

The daily conversation between the two is not like they just met for two days, but like an old husband who has been married for many years.

The housekeeper was dumbfounded. What, madam is coming?When, why don't I know, maybe I fell out of favor, or I am forgetful.

As he listened, he admired his young master in his heart. If Xiao Lizi had such acting skills, he would have to accompany him for so many years. How about the Oscar statuette every minute?

Young master, you can't find a good reason for talking nonsense. When did Madam manage the company's affairs, and when did the foreign business go wrong? Crazy, didn't she post on Moments yesterday, saying that she was going to Singapore to see the sea with a few sisters.

Young master, you are lying to the young master. Is this really okay? Do I want to expose the young master's ugly face?In the end, he saw his young master's eyes staring at him coldly, and he froze instantly.

Well, young master, you are the greatest. Whatever you say is what you say. I dare not refute it, nor dare I have an opinion.

Pray for the little master.