77 days of marriage

Nan Fengche stood on the balcony on the top floor, with his arms resting on the railing.A cigarette burns quietly between his fingers, turning into ashes, and falls in the wind as soon as the wind blows.

He stood up straight, his condensed eyes drooped slightly, and he saw Leng Fei's unusually ostentatious Koenigsegg Trevita sports car parked downstairs, and then Leng Fei took An Xi and got out of the car.

It's just that she hasn't seen her for a day, and her slender figure seems to be even thinner.After Nan Fengche was slightly startled, he quickly turned around and came to the back kitchen of the Chinese restaurant on the second floor.

All the chefs suddenly stopped their movements when they saw the big boss appearing in the back kitchen.Nan Fengche said: "You are busy with your work, don't worry about me. If Leng Fei's order comes in later, just hand it over to me."

Chef Chen Jingyuan came over and asked, "Hey, are you going to cook yourself?"

Nanfeng Che just said a simple word: "Yes."

Chen Jingyuan's heart suddenly burst into excitement, and she brought Nan Fengche a brand new set of chef uniforms.

Nan Fengche took off the handmade suit custom-made from Italy, threw it aside casually, and changed his clothes.

Chen Jingyuan's mood waiting for Nan Fengche to cook is like a girl in first love waiting for her lover, full of anticipation and joy.

He still remembered the scene when he saw Nan Feng Che for the first time many years ago.

When Nan Feng Che came looking for him, he was already well-known in the catering industry both domestically and overseas.There are countless restaurant owners who come to invite him to be a chef every day, which annoys him.

He doesn't own a restaurant, and he's lazy and doesn't like being tied down.My favorite life is to go where I want to go, and go wherever I want to go with my bag on my back.

Nan Feng Che came to him, blocked him directly at home, and invited him to work as the head chef in his Duhao Hotel.At that time, Nan Fengche had a cold expression, and his appearance could not hide a trace of immaturity.This is Nan Fengche, who said to him confidently and calmly: "In less than three years, Duhao Hotel will become a first-class restaurant in China. All my Chinese restaurants will be managed by you, and all the dishes will be prepared by you." Certainly."

Such reasons and conditions were not able to attract Chen Jingyuan.He has seen too many top hotels and heard too many promises of freedom for him.

Nanfeng Che only asked: "How can I impress you to work in my Duhao?"

Chen Jingyuan stared at him like a ruffian, but said straightforwardly: "Unless you make a dish, the taste can impress me?"

Nan Feng Che's beautiful eyebrows slightly raised: "Is it that simple?"

"Yes, it's that simple." Chen Jingyuan sneered, is this person used to being in a high position?Are you used to being flattered and flattered, thinking that you can do everything well?
It is not an easy task to make dishes that Chen Jingyuan finds delicious.He has tasted too many delicacies, and he has no feeling for many tastes.

Nan Feng Che asked again: "When?"

Chen Jingyuan shrugged indifferently: "Anytime."

Anyway, he is free and has a lot of time.

Nan Fengche asked again: "Where is it?"

Chen Jingyuan said, "Just my house."

The kitchen in his home is comparable to the back kitchen of any star hotel.Cooking is his hobby.The area of ​​his kitchen occupies half of the house.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he finished speaking, Nan Fengche had already stood up, took off his suit jacket and threw it on the sofa.

Seeing his movement, Chen Jingyuan's brows furrowed imperceptibly.It's probably a habit developed as a chef, who doesn't like to throw things around.He likes to sort and like to be tidy.

Later, after spending a long time with Nanfeng Che, he found that Nanfeng Che had this habit of throwing away his clothes after taking them off.It's as if his expensive bespoke suit is something he can't wait to throw out.Chen Jingyuan sighed in her heart, there really is no perfect person in this world.

After Nan Fengche took off his suit, he unbuttoned the diamond buttons on his cuffs and rolled them up: "Where is the kitchen?"

Chen Jingyuan stopped talking nonsense and took him directly to the kitchen.The moment he saw this kitchen, Nan Fengche's eyes showed admiration without hesitation.Every successful person must have his reasons.

After Nanfeng Che stood still in front of the Liulitai, he actually looked at him and asked, "What do you want for dinner today?"

I've seen someone arrogant, but I've never seen Nan Feng Che so arrogant, especially in front of him.Nanfeng Che actually didn't do what he was best at, but what he liked to eat.The ruffian-like smile on Chen Jingyuan's lips gradually disappeared, and turned into a sneer: "I like seafood."

Nanfeng Che nodded: "Okay, then I will cook seafood."

Chen Jingyuan clasped her hands across her chest, leaned on the kitchen doorframe and looked at Nan Fengche.Nanfeng Che's identity was known to almost everyone in T City.He was worried about handing over his kitchen to the only son of a mafia boss.

Following Nan Fengche's start, Chen Jingyuan slowly put away his ruffian qualities.He has always been serious about those who deserve his respect.

There is a saying in China that once a connoisseur makes a move, he will know whether it is there or not.Ever since Nanfeng Che made the first cut, Chen Jingyuan already knew that he was an expert among experts.

Nan Feng Che made four dishes and one soup, and served them on the table, all of which were French cuisine.French fish rolls, fried scallops with foie gras sauce, fried shiitake mushrooms with Han’s anchovy, French escargot with white wine, Marseille soup.

The practice of these dishes is not very troublesome, but it is a test of skills.

With extremely critical eyes, Chen Jingyuan picked up a piece of fish roll.Salty and delicious, the fragrance is not greasy.

He picked up another snail and put it in his mouth. Immediately, the tip of his tongue was filled with the aroma of milk, garlic, and wine, mixed with a strong exotic flavor.

Chen Jingyuan put down the knife and fork with some complicated eyes.

Nanfeng Che was slightly surprised and asked, "Why, don't you like it?"

Regardless of whether these dishes suit his taste or not, he cannot deny that this dish is really fucking authentic.But he asked irrelevantly: "Is your grandfather really that underworld boss Nan Feng Yunxiao?"

He asked quite rudely, but Nan Feng Che didn't take it as disobedience: "That's right, I don't think he has anything worth pretending to be, right?"

When it comes to Nanfeng Yunxiao, everyone is afraid to avoid it.

Chen Jingyuan always said what was in his heart, and he said what he said, almost gnashing his teeth: "What you should be busy doing every day, isn't killing people and setting fires? How can you have time to learn good cooking?"

Nan Fengche's eyes were innocent, and he asked a bit puzzled: "Does it take a lot of time to cook? I just need to read the recipe or eat this dish once, and I will make it."

Chen Jingyuan didn't believe it, and her handsome face became more and more gloomy: "Is it fun to tease me?"

Nanfeng Che said: "Why should I tease you? Then, do the dishes I cook suit your taste?"