Gong Sheng doesn't often eat at home.
The president's office is busy with business and has to deal with a lot of things every day. It can be said that every day when we open our eyes, we have to wait for him to make decisions on a slightly larger level of the country.
He controlled the operation direction of the huge empire, formed allies, held back the enemy, and tried to solve the problems by other means without fighting, so that the people of the Empire could live a life without war, poverty and hunger, and be as happy and rich as possible.
Therefore, his daily schedule is quite full.
If the three meals a day are not to receive foreign envoys, they are to meet with the cabinet elders, or to have a meeting with the heads of various departments. All the meals are state banquets or simple and quick working meals.
In any case, he worked late into the night and came back to sleep. The villa was more of a resting place for him than a home.
However, this night, he did not work late into the night, but came back from work on time in the evening. Standing in the courtyard, he deeply felt the flavor of "home".
His heart slightly touched, can't help but stand in place and breathe deeply for several seconds, and then he strides into the villa with long legs.
As soon as he entered the door, he was surprised that Yunqiao wore an apron and brought a bowl of what out of the kitchen.
While walking, the little woman was still crying softly: "it's so hot, so hot!"
The cook nervously followed her, "Little Joe, let me do it."
Yun Qiao grinned: "no, let me experience what it's like to pass on the food!"
The cook had no choice but to hold it falsely with her hand. She was afraid that the hot stew cup might accidentally miss and hit Yun Qiao's feet.
Seeing this, Gong Sheng quickly stepped forward and took it from Yun Qiao's hand and put the stew cup on the table steadily.
The Cook said uneasily, "your honor, you are back!"
Cloud Qiao pouts up small mouth: "you come back at the right time, stuck to eat the point."
Instead of looking at the soup on the table, Gong Sheng pinched her hand: "is it hot? The wound of palm is not completely good, how to serve soup to pour water? "
Yun Qiao quipped: "how do I know this stew cup is so hot."
Once upon a time, there were little eunuchs and maidens waiting on her. She did not touch the spring water with her fingers. She thought it was easy to carry a bowl. Who knows how hot it is to touch it, but she is embarrassed to give up halfway.
Gong Sheng was speechless for a long time, and said: "there is something called heat insulation gloves, don't you know?"
Yunqiao was curious: "really? And that kind of thing? I don't know. "
Gong Sheng:
Zhang Bo quickly came to the scene and said, "Mr. President, the food tonight is prepared by Miss Qiao herself. You see, the steamed rice grains are clear, the vegetables are original, and the most amazing thing is that the Buddha jumped over the wall, but the lost secret of the ancient recipe... "
Hearing this, Gong Sheng raised his eyebrows.
It's all done by Yunqiao alone?
He's unbelievable.
It turned out that the smell of "home" that he had just stood in the yard was the smell Yunqiao had 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.
It has a strong aroma.
He took a big drink while it was hot.
Well, sure enough, the soup is rich and amazing!
It's just
Palace Saint eyebrow heart slightly wrung.
Yunqiao sat opposite him, watching his reaction nervously.
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