"Dumplings?

Fang Zhengdong thought he had heard it wrong.

Gu Qichen has begun to instruct him: "you go to wash the celery you just bought and chop it up."

He sighed in his heart.

He knew that the president would not give him a holiday easily.

But Fang Zhengdong is very curious.

How can the President be so excited that he wants to cook by himself, or to make a particularly troublesome dumpling.

Fang Zhengdong went to the refrigerator to get the ingredients and said, "president, don't you like dumplings?"

Gu Qichen didn't really like pasta.

Fang Zhengdong has been with him for so many years, and he knows his food preference very well.

Gu Qichen said naturally: "for summer, he can only eat some easily digestible food after sleeping. Dumplings are just right, and the nutrition is balanced."

Fang Zhengdong continued to be surprised.

It was for the little league.

President, do you regard xiaotuanzi as your son?

Do you know that the company's business is piling up like a mountain, and the managers of all departments are waiting for your meeting.

But do you have leisure to make dumplings for Xiaotuan at home?

Of course, these words, Fang Zhengdong also only dare in the abdomen Fei once.

On the surface, the president is really a good man at home, and a good husband and father in the future.

The process of dumpling is very troublesome, I and the stuffing, flour fermentation roll dough, and finally dumplings.

The two men have been busy for almost a whole afternoon, and finally they have made a whole table of dumplings.

So many dumplings, probably enough for the small group to eat half a month.

Fang Zhengdong asked, "president, don't you say that the parents of Tuanzi will definitely come to pick up xiaotuanzi and go back home these two days? How can he finish eating so many dumplings? "

Gu Qichen slightly frowned: "you prepare a small refrigerator, can't finish eating, then let him take away."

Fang Zhengdong is speechless.

President, I live in the United States.

Is it hard to bring a refrigerator all the way back?

People don't lack your ration!

However, no matter what Gu Qichen said, Fang Zhengdong could only follow suit.

In the evening, xiaotuanzi woke up.

Gu Qichen just cooked a pot of dumplings.

In the evening, Gu Qichen also left Fang Zhengdong for dinner.

The stuffing was made by the president and the dumplings were made by the president.

Fang Zhengdong is just fighting.

Fang Zhengdong didn't expect that the taste made by the president was very delicious.

Fang Zhengdong ate a lot and praised when he put down his chopsticks: "president, your craftsmanship is so excellent. No wonder Miss Xia always said before that you are the chef delayed by the CEO."

After Fang Zhengdong's words came out, he was baffled.

Over the years, she has always been cautious in her words and deeds in front of Gu Qichen.

That man's name has always been a taboo.

It's because the president treated him like a friend, but he crossed the line for a while.

Sure enough, Gu Qichen's face had cooled down.

Fang Zhengdong just wanted to apologize.

"Uncle, I also want a bowl of dumplings. The dumplings you make are the most delicious I have ever eaten."

Being praised by Xiaotuan Zi, Gu Qichen's gloomy face suddenly eased up.

Even show a trace of smile: "I give you to Sheng, delicious you eat more."

For the first time, Fang Zhengdong was so grateful to xiaotuanzi that he simply saved his life.

Fang Zhengdong stood up attentively: "president, I will go to Sheng."

After dinner, Fang Zhengdong went back.

Xiaotuanzi went to his study to read.

and at this moment, the car of Xia Yangzhong stopped at a Wutong tree outside the Maple Pavilion villa.

She followed the orientation of the summer night, all the way from the capital to here

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