Wealthy and spoiled: The reborn daughter is so sultry!

Chapter 422 His Story
"Little rabbit, you who don't play cards according to chapters, really can't do anything about you." This sign can't be flipped casually, Qiao Yue hurriedly stepped on her ten-centimeter high-heeled shoes, and flipped the sign over.

Su Yiran stared at Qiao Yue and didn't speak for a few seconds.

"Okay, you win." I don't like Su Yiran's appearance the most, it's really unbearable.

Su Yiran nodded, "The menu."

"Miss, here you are." Qiao Yue said to the lobby manager: "You go and let the chef prepare the ingredients, and when the eldest lady finishes ordering, cook it for him directly."

"But the masters are resting now." The lobby manager looked at Qiao Yue, a little embarrassed.

Qiao Yue looked at the manager in the lobby, was this IQ caught in his head? She said it all, and even told herself that the chef was resting.

Su Yiran didn't expect that the chef was really resting, so she looked at Qiao Yue and thought for a while, "Forget it, since they are really resting, you can show me the location of the kitchen, and I will go by myself."

"Are you sure you want to cook?" Qiao Yue was stunned for a few seconds, "Really?"

Qiao Yue stomped the lobby manager's feet, "Not enough successes, more failures!"

The lobby manager felt very speechless, didn't she say it herself?Everyone was resting, didn't that look tell me to help her round the stage just now?

Forget it, don't guess what a woman is thinking, guesses are always wrong.

In fact, Qiao Yue was just teasing Su Yiran just now. Seeing Su Yiran like this, she definitely came here when she was full. It must be because of someone, so...

"Go, call the chef out." If this woman got burned here, or suffered some unexpected injury, then even if I pay this small shop of my own, it won't be enough to pay that person.

The lobby manager found out that he had made a mistake and hurried to make up for it.

Su Yiran looked at the backstage of Qiao Yue's Yueya Xiaozhu, and found that he didn't have any ingredients that could be seen everywhere in this place, but there were some pots, and neatly placed knives and shovels.

"Let go of those kitchen utensils." The chief chef here looked at Su Yiran touching his favorite big knife, "I'll do it."

The chef was dressed very casually, with a tight-fitting black T-shirt on his upper body and loose shorts hanging from his waist.

"I'm sorry, I just took a shower and didn't hear the call from the front desk. You probably want to eat something, and I'll make it for you."

"I'm really sorry to interrupt your rest, so why don't you keep it simple, and make me a preserved egg and lean pork porridge, and then a small stir-fry, and braised pork ribs by the way?"

"Okay!" The chef took out the ribs and lean meat from the freezer, put them in the water to defrost slowly, and began to wash the rice.

"There is a lot of oily smoke here, you guys go out." The chef wore an apron, coupled with that indifferent expression, it made people feel a little suspicious of his craftsmanship.

But with this expression, Su Yiran was a little scared, as if someone had violated his territory, and if he didn't back out, he would use the rib-cutting knife to chop directly at the person.

"Don't think my chef is fierce. He has a good skill, but his story is also quite touching." Qiao Yue led Su Yiran to the front desk and gave Su Yiran a glass of water.

"Touching?" Su Yiran didn't quite understand, how could such a person have touching stories? "You're sure you're not making fun of me."

"No way!" Qiao Yue also poured a glass of water for herself, "At..."

(End of this chapter)