Sweet wedding kiss, Mr. Huo’s most cherished treasure

Cheng Wanzhong shuddered, frightened by his tone.

She guessed that the person who made this call must be the overseas Chinese family in Porto that Aunt Rong mentioned yesterday.

Otherwise, why would Wen Ru say that he would never turn back?

Wen Ruo's expression became more and more frightening. Just when Cheng Wanzhong thought he was about to explode, he suddenly returned to normal, and his brows and eyes regained calmness.

"Sorry, I have to eat with my daughter. Goodbye."

After speaking, he hung up the phone.

Cheng Wanzhong was confused, looking left and right.

They were the only two people in the restaurant. Was the daughter talking about her?

"I'm not your daughter, and you took advantage of me again!" Cheng Wanzhong snorted, and the invisible little flame above his head was burning brightly again.

Wen Ru pursed his lips, and the gloom in his brows and eyes because of the phone call immediately disappeared, and a smile appeared on his face.

This little girl is indeed a pistachio.

Just a little silly.

"Okay, it's my fault." Wen Ru said, she made him feel good and he didn't mind coaxing her.

"It's just been a few times. I'm not a child. Can you stop saying that I'm your daughter?"

"can."

"Really? Do you mean what you say?"

"Kind of words."

……

After breakfast, Wen Ru went out with his car keys, and Cheng Wanzhong also came downstairs carrying a bag.

"Wait a minute, wait a minute."

Cheng Wanzhong ran all the way to the entrance and changed shoes with Wen Ru.

"You can give me a ride. I have to go to an interview today." Cheng Wanzhong put on high heels.

Today she wore a black waist-length dress and her long hair was tied up, which made her look less childish.

These were all bought by Wen Ru. On the first day she moved in, he had people deliver the things the little girl needed.

Wen Ru hit her forehead twice with the car key, "Do you really want people to try your sweet pork rib soup?"

"No, I feel like I've already learned it. You don't know, our family is rich in catering, so I must have inherited our family's cooking talent. Okay, stop talking, I'm going to be late."

Cheng Wanzhong pushed Wen Ru out.

Whether you can be a chef depends on this interview.

Wen Ru sighed, enough of this noisy temper.

It's a bit like him when he was young. He was also a restless person in his 20s.

By coincidence, the hotel where Cheng Wanzhong was interviewing was under his name.

Wen Ru felt the need to talk to HR.

Arriving at the entrance of the Oriental Hotel, Cheng Wanzhong waited for a while before getting out of the car. She took a deep breath, walked a few steps forward, and then returned.

He looked through the car window and landed on Wen Li, "Sir, can you please don't leave yet? I'm nervous."

Cheng Wanzhong would feel more at ease thinking that he was waiting for her outside.

"Well, let's go in." Wen Ru raised his chin towards her.

Cheng Wanzhong pursed his lips, nodded, turned and walked towards the hotel.

After watching her being led into the elevator by the front desk, Wen Li drove to the underground parking lot. He wanted to see what new tricks this future international chef could make today.

Here, the front desk led Cheng Wanzhong into the administration room, and after a while, HR walked in.

HR is a strong woman. She looks very capable in a white women's suit and eight-centimeter high heels.

"Hello, are you Miss Cheng?" HR asked, sitting opposite Cheng Wanzhong.

Cheng Wanzhong was so nervous that her heart almost jumped out of her chest. She nodded, "I am."

HR looked at her resume, then led her to the back kitchen, and then handed her over to the back kitchen master chef Lao Hu.

"Lao Hu, this is the little girl here for the interview. I leave it to you." HR said, and then left the kitchen.

Cheng Wanzhong understood that this old Hu was her interviewer.

Lao Hu was a little old man with white hair. He glanced at Cheng Wanzhong.

"how old are you?"

"23."

"Not like."

"That's 23."

"Did you major in directing before?"

"Ah."

"Why do you want to be a chef?"

"like to eat."

Lao Hu smiled, amused by this little girl.

"Very good, do you have any dreams?"

"Be a chef."

"Yes, you are ambitious." Old Hu said, "Come to the kitchen and cook two random dishes. Let me see how much you are capable of."

Cheng Wanzhong took a deep breath and kept comforting himself in his heart.

Cheng Wanzhong, calm, calm.

Whether you can become a chef or not depends on this.

Half an hour later, she made a portion of peppercorn chicken and a portion of shrimp and egg.

Lao Hu looked at it first, and then glanced at Cheng Wanzhong.

It seemed that she didn't expect that this little girl had two brushes.

Lao Hu tasted it with serving chopsticks and said, "Overall, it's OK. It's quite satisfactory. There happens to be a vacant position for a chef assistant in the back kitchen. If you want to stay, you can be my assistant."

"Oh, okay." Cheng Wanzhong nodded.

The happiness came so suddenly that she felt a little dizzy.

Have you applied for the job?

She does have some talent in cooking.

After only half a month of studying with Aunt Rong, I applied for a job as a chef assistant.

She is really amazing.

Cheng Wanzhong praised himself inside and out in his heart.

Then, she saw Wen Ruo tasting the peppercorn chicken and shrimp-smoothed eggs in front of her.

Cheng Wanzhong was startled and almost screamed.

He...he, when did he come?

wrong! He, he, he...why is he here?

"Cheng Wanzhong?" Wen Ru raised an eyebrow at her.

Cheng Wanzhong nodded, "First...Mr."

"It's Mr. Wen." Lao Hu quickly corrected her.

"Oh, oh, Mr. Wen."

Wen Li twitched the corners of his lips and glanced at the peppercorn chicken and shrimp slippery eggs she made, "Not bad."

Cheng Wanzhong pursed his soft lips and couldn't help but raise the corners of his lips.

Look, even her husband praised her, she really has the talent to be a chef!

When she becomes a chef, it’s like God gives her food! Cheng Wanzhong felt very happy.

"Work hard, future chef." Wen Li patted her head and turned to leave.

As soon as he left, Lao Hu immediately started gossiping.

Yes, you should try to gossip even when you are old.

Old people are not old.

"You know Mr. Wen?"

"No...I don't know."

Cheng Wanzhong replied that she didn't want to be special.

But isn’t this person’s surname Liu? Is his name Liu Wen?

"Really?"

"It's true."

"Then why did Mr. Wen pat your head? He has never touched a female employee's head before."

"This...how do I know this? Maybe he thinks I look like his daughter."

"What are you talking about?" Lao Hu patted her on the back of the head. "Mr. Wen is not married yet. Where did you get your daughter from? It seems that you really have potential. Mr. Wen has praised you. Work hard and strive for it." Let me accept you as a closed disciple."

Cheng Wanzhong nodded hurriedly, "Okay, okay, Lao Hu, don't worry, I will definitely live up to your expectations."

Take your place as chef as soon as possible.

"What's your name, Lao Hu? Your name is Hu Hu, young!"

"Okay, Huhu."

Cheng Wanzhong left the hotel and walked to the door, where she saw Wen Ru's black Ferrari where she got off before the interview.

She curled her lips and ran over quickly.