Chapter 3547： Her taste; the taste of home!

Gong Sheng does not often eat at home.

The presidential office is busy with business affairs and has to deal with a lot of things every day. It can be said that when you open your eyes every day, you have to wait for him to make decisions at a larger level in this country.

He controls the direction of the huge empire, forges allies, withholds the enemy, and tries to solve problems by other means without fighting, so that the people of the empire can live a life without war, poverty and hunger, as much as possible .

Therefore, his daily schedule is quite full.

If the three meals a day are not to receive foreign envoys, or to meet with cabinet elders, or to hold meetings with the heads of various departments, all they eat are state banquets or simple and quick work meals.

Anyway, he worked overtime every day until late at night and came back to sleep. This villa was more of a resting place for him, not like a home.

However, this evening, he did not work overtime until late at night, but came back from get off work on time in the evening, and when he stood in the courtyard, he deeply felt a taste of "home".

His heart was touched slightly, and he couldn't help but stand where he was and took a deep breath for several seconds before he stepped on his long legs and walked into the villa.

As soon as he entered the door, unexpectedly, Yun Qiao wore an apron and brought out a bowl of something from the kitchen.

As the little woman walked, she was still whispering softly: "It's so hot, so hot!"

The cook followed her nervously: "Girl Xiao Qiao, let me come!"

Yun Qiao grinned and said, "No, let me experience what it feels like to pass a meal!"

The cook was helpless, and she hurriedly held her hands underneath, for fear that the boiling stew pot would accidentally miss and hit Yun Qiao's feet.

Upon seeing this, Gong Sheng hurried forward a few steps, took it from Yun Qiao, and put the stew cup firmly on the table.

The cook woman nervously said: "My President, you are back!"

Yun Qiao pursed his small mouth: "It's time for you to come back, so I'm stuck in eating."

Gong Sheng didn't look at the soup on the table, but squeezed her hand: "Is it hot? The palm of the hand is not completely healed, so why did you pour the soup?"

Yun Qiao curled his lips: "How do I know this stew cup is so hot."

There used to be a little **** and a little palace lady who waited on her. She didn't touch the sun with her fingers. She thought it was easy to carry a bowl. Who knew it was so hot to touch, but she was embarrassed to give up halfway.

Gong Sheng was speechless for a while, and said angrily: "Don't you know that there is something called heat-resistant gloves?"

Yun Qiao was curious: "Really? There is that kind of thing? I don't know."

Gong Sheng: "..."

Zhang Bo hurried over to complete the round: "Mr. President, the meals tonight are all prepared by Miss Xiao Qiao herself. You see, the steamed rice is distinct and the vegetables are authentic. The most amazing thing is This Buddha jumped off the wall, but the ancient secret recipe lost..."

After hearing this, Gong Sheng raised his eyebrows.

Yun Qiao did it all alone?

He couldn't believe it.

It turns out that the smell of "home" he smelled just now when he was standing in the yard was the smell that Yun Qiao personally made for him...

Gong Sheng sat down at the table and took a deep breath. The first thing he tasted was the bowl of Buddha jumping over the wall.

The rich aroma is tangy.

He took a gulp while it was hot.

Well, the soup is rich and amazing!

just……

Gong Sheng's eyebrows twisted slightly.

Yun Qiao sat opposite him, watching his reaction nervously.