Racing Queen: The president is not too cold

Just drinking such good tea, her visit today was not in vain, Yan Hui couldn't wait to take another sip, and even greeted the housekeeper.

"There is good tea here, come and drink it."

"Young Madam, thank you, I'm not thirsty now." The butler smiled and shook his head, standing there still without moving.

Yan Hui glanced at the tea regretfully, deeply regretting that the housekeeper could not taste such a holy product to cool off the summer heat.

Forget it, if he doesn't drink, then she should drink more!

Yan Hui raised the teapot unceremoniously and poured herself another full cup of tea, then she put the teapot back with only a shallow bottom left.

You're welcome!

Chef Jiang glanced at Yan Hui with a half-smile, got up and poured another full pot, "Nothing else, this little herbal tea is enough."

Yan Hui said cheerfully, "It's enough to have herbal tea."

It happened that she had just drank the hot tonic soup, and now she wanted to have something refreshing, which was exactly what she wanted.

Drinking another cup happily, Yan Hui suddenly thought of something, she raised the cup and asked Chef Jiang: "Does this tea have a name?"

Chef Jiang looked at the clear tea soup, and gently uttered three words: "Liu Yuexue."

Snow in June?Yan Hui was stunned, and in order to be sure, she asked: "Are you talking about the Liu Yuexue who Dou E wronged June Feixue?"

Chef Jiang nodded, "Yes, that's Liu Yuexue."

June is a scorching summer, but there is an extra word of snow behind it, which makes people feel very cool for no reason.

June Snow is really an apt name!
"I really like this taste, I wonder if you can give me some?" Yan Hui asked directly.

What Yan Hui did today was completely different from the wealthy wife that Chef Jiang expected.

Without the annoying reservedness and twists and turns, Yan Hui has an exceptionally real sense of existence, full of vitality, which makes people feel close to her.

Chef Jiang has been a mysterious figure for so many years because she hates the hypocritical faces of those people, because only in this way can she avoid those hypocritical social occasions.

Otherwise, with the reputation of Chef Jiang, I don't know how many people would want to see her, then she really wouldn't do anything every day, and she wouldn't be able to calm down and study her favorite cooking skill.

Because Yan Hui was pleasing to the eye, Chef Jiang readily agreed to Yan Hui's request, and very generously packed her herbal tea with a secret ancestral recipe that he would not easily reveal to others.

The housekeeper had already left at some point, Yan Hui slapped his head, and said to Chef Jiang with a little embarrassment: "I haven't introduced myself yet!"

She stretched out her hand and said: "Chef Jiang, hello, I am Yan Hui, Yan Jidao's Yan, Fen Xiang's Fen, from now on you can just call me Yan Hui, they always call me Young Madam, actually I can hear you Not used to it at all."

Chef Jiang looked at Yan Hui's outstretched hand, and was a little hesitant to hold it. She was actually not used to physical contact with people.

But looking at the slender, white and tender hand that looked like a bamboo shoot, she still shook it in a strange way.

Well, it feels smooth, soft and boneless, really a pair of beautiful hands.

Yan Hui was a little surprised. Chef Jiang looked like a delicate woman, but she didn't expect that there were thick and hard calluses on her finger joints and palms.

However, apart from these places, Chef Jiang's hands are also very smooth, and it looks like they have been carefully maintained, so it is easy to guess where these calluses come from—it must have been left by her when she was studying cooking.

Thinking of this, Yan Hui looked at Chef Jiang with admiration in his eyes. It's no wonder that his cooking skills are so superb. The thick calluses alone are beyond the reach of ordinary people.

"Jiang Wan," Chef Jiang also introduced her name, and she continued, "Since you asked me to call you Yan Hui, then don't keep saying 'you' to me, I sound awkward."

Yan Hui followed good advice and immediately said: "Okay, I'll be free to ask for tea from now on, so don't think I'm troublesome."

Even if I find it troublesome, will you not come?Chef Jiang complained silently in his heart.

The two discussed various dishes for a long time. Although Chef Jiang didn't like hypocritical social occasions, when he talked about the things he loved, he talked a lot more, and even the faint expression on his face was vivid Quite a lot.

Originally, Yan Hui talked a lot at the beginning, but later it almost became Chef Jiang's personal show, and Yan Hui could only listen to it. She looked at Chef Jiang with vivid eyebrows and eyes, and suddenly became curious about her.

It is true that Chef Jiang is beautiful, and she is also a beauty that is refined from other worlds. Although what she does every day is the most human-like thing, but she gives people the feeling that she is not human-like.

There is one word that can describe her very well, that is "immortal".

This fairy spirit makes people ignore the scar almost subconsciously, and even feel that the scar has a special charm on her face.

However, it is such a person who can make such pure and unforgettable dishes.

At first glance, her appearance can make people misunderstand that she is young, but if you look closely, whether it is her indifferent and steady temperament or the occasional fine lines at the corners of her eyes, people can understand that——

This woman is actually quite old.

Jiang Wan didn't stop until her mouth was dry, and finally stopped to take a sip of herbal tea to moisten her throat. She suddenly realized one thing: Today, she seems to talk a lot.

You know, she is a person who doesn't speak much in daily life unless necessary, even if she doesn't speak for a day.How could she be so talkative in front of a stranger today? It doesn't look like her at all.

Maybe it's just that I live too lonely!After finally meeting someone who was pleasing to the eye, I couldn't help but talk a little more.

Before I knew it, it was time for dinner again. Chef Jiang looked at his watch, ready to perform his job duties: "What do you want to eat tonight, I'm going to start preparing it now."

what to eatYan Hui glanced at the stove expectantly, and in an instant, the names of many dishes slipped through her mind, all of which were her favorites and dishes that she wanted to eat but couldn't for various reasons.

Today, I can finally have a real treat!

Just when Yan Hui was about to blurt out what she wanted to eat, she suddenly showed a shy smile: "Sorry, wait a minute, I'll make a phone call."

She hurried out, and after a while, Chef Jiang heard Yan Hui's soft voice coming from the corridor: "Are you going home at night?"

"Eight o'clock? Okay, I see, what do you want to eat..."

Chef Jiang didn't listen carefully to some intermittent words. She shook her head with an emotional smile on her face.

Young people, think back then, she was young too...