Master Devil Don’t Kiss Me

【025】

The voice on the other end of the phone was too soft. An Chuxia couldn't hear what Xiang Mankui said. He only heard Han Qilu repeatedly "um", and finally said: "I'll be here in a while."

The phone was hung up, and An Chuxia thought that the two would make phone calls, but it was a bit unexpected for her to hang up so quickly. But listening to Han Qilu's meaning, he was going to meet Xiang Mankui, so it's no wonder that he didn't talk longer.

The sharp-eared driver lowered the speed of the car and asked, "Where should I take you first?"

"Go back first, I'll drive by myself in a while." Last time he drove Xiang Mankui's car and he didn't drive it back. It happens to be this time to drive the car back. If there is no taxi, he will call the driver to pick him up again. he.

I don't want him to meet Xiang Mankui...

An Chuxia was full of thoughts to prevent Han Qilu from passing, but she abruptly resisted her inner impulse. Now in Han Qilu's mind, Xiang Mankui is the righteous master. If she prevents him from meeting Xiang Mankui, her image in his mind will definitely plummet.

Still thinking about going back to make his favorite tomato soup and cola chicken wings, it seems that I have to work in vain.

Just as he was thinking about it, Han Qilu suddenly said: "Just pick her up, I should be back for dinner."

This should be said to her, right? An Chuxia came back to his senses, wanted to respond, but didn't know what to say, and finally a thousand words turned into one: "Yeah."

After returning to Han's house, the two divided their things, one went to the kitchen and the other went into the other car. After putting the car back, Han Qilu could still see An Chuxia's back. The back was so small, but it seemed to have a lot of power.

The reality made him immediately look away and drove the car away from Han's house.

The kitchen at home is also super luxurious, and many things will not be used in early summer, but fortunately, ordinary tools are still similar to ordinary people.

Early in the morning, she explained that she was in charge of today's dinner, so the cooks and the servants who helped in the kitchen all waited for her in the kitchen early. Seeing her coming in, everyone lined up and shouted in unison: "Good morning young lady!"

"I'll cook a meal, what are you doing in such a big battle?" An Chuxia smiled gently: "You all go and rest. I'll be alone."

The head chef stepped forward and said: "My grandmother, we have nothing to do with your cooking, but we have to help you. If everything is left to you alone, then we can't sleep at night."

Seeing the sincere attitude of the chef, his eyes seemed very firm, and she had no choice but to agree to persuade her. So at first she could only stand by the side, waiting for everyone to help her wash and chop vegetables.

However, the head chef really had the words to say, and after the start, he stood aside and did not interfere with An Chuxia.

In the early summer of An, there were people who had cooked and cooked porridge. They hadn't made any dishes that really showed her cooking skills. Today, seeing her all kinds of dishes cooked with perfection, even the chef's eyes widened. After a few dishes were fried, no one in the kitchen could not convince her.

"Head chef, Daddy likes seafood. I am not very confident in seafood, so you should help prepare these seafood dishes." An Chuxia pointed to the seafood she bought.

After getting along for a few months, she has certainly learned a little bit about the taste of Jiang Yuanyuan and Han Liuhai. Jiang Yuanyuan's taste is similar to her, and she likes to eat slightly salty home-cooked dishes. Han Liuhai doesn't seem to have much demand for saltiness, but he loves seafood.

But when my mother was there, her family was so bad. Except for the New Year holidays, she didn't think she would buy seafood. So she had hardly cooked seafood, so she had to ask the chef.

"Of course it's good, the master and madam are coming back soon, they should be back when they cook the food." The chef said this, and there was the sound of the car whistling outside.

An Chuxia hurriedly walked by the window of the large kitchen and looked at it. After seeing that it was not Han Qilu, a little worry arose in her heart. Han Qilu said he would be back before dinner, but can he really come back? If you really pick up Xiang Mankui as he said, then they should have dinner together outside, right?

There is one last coke chicken wings. Can Han Qilu have it?

Seeing An Chuxia was in a daze, the maid on the side asked aloud: "Mother, do you want to make those chicken wings?"

This is exactly what An Chuxia was asking herself in her heart, but when others asked, she subconsciously answered, "Do."

It turns out that my heart has already given the answer. Even if Han Qilu can't eat it, she still has to make the dishes, right? If she didn't do it if she came back, wouldn't it be a waste of an opportunity to cook for Han Qilu?

There may not necessarily be such an opportunity in the future.

Soon all the dishes were ready, and the maid in charge of serving the dishes cleverly brought a dish: "My grandmother, this cola chicken wings smells so good, I'm afraid I will steal it, or do you serve it yourself? "

She knew what the maid meant, and did not refuse, took the plate and brought it out.

From a distance, I saw An Chuxia walking towards the dining table with a dish, Jiang Yuanyuan quickly stood up from the dining table and said: "Little Chuxia, I thought you were out with Qilu, so you were in the kitchen!"

The head chef on the side said quickly: "Master Madam, we were lazy for dinner today. These dishes are all made by the young lady herself."

Only then did An Chuxia bring the dishes, so the chef did not hear him speak.

"Quickly, sit down and rest." Jiang Yuanyuan walked to An Chuxia distressedly and sat down: "You have just been discharged from the hospital. What if you are tired?"

"The child is kind, don't mention this." Han Liuhai said, looking at the housekeeper Han and said: "Go and pour some juice for early summer."

"Okay." The housekeeper Han agreed with a smile, and quickly brought a glass of juice to An Chuxia: "Mother, you drink some juice, see you are sweating."

"Okay, thank you." An Chuxia said politely.

"Then go!" Jiang Yuanyuan wore a long skirt, which made her look graceful and luxurious, but she moved like an innocent little girl.

"This shrimp tastes good and has a pure taste. It's a match for the chef's shrimp!" Han Liuhai first caught the shrimp, and he was full of praise after a bite.

An Chuxia quickly explained: "I made these dishes, but the chef and the others made the seafood. I don't know how to make seafood!"

The head chef standing aside looked helpless: "Young lady, I deliberately said that all the dishes are made by yourself..."

"It's all the same, haha." Han Liuhai said and laughed.

An Chuxia never lied, and it was the same this time, which made everyone feel good about An Chuxia. But just like this, Jiang Yuanyuan suddenly realized that there seemed to be one missing person on the table.

"Where did that **** Qilu go? Why didn't he come to eat?" Jiang Yuanyuan took a sip of the water and said, "Hurry up and call him to eat. This is Xiao Chuxia who cooks himself."

Originally An Chuxia had been forgotten by the good atmosphere of Han Qilu's existence. When Jiang Yuanyuan mentioned this, An Chuxia immediately remembered it again, and her face was stained with loneliness.

Sure enough, can't you come back for dinner?

Hearing Jiang Yuanyuan's question, it seemed that the whole atmosphere was lowered. A servant walked forward and whispered in the ear of the housekeeper Han. Jiang Yuanyuan immediately caught it with sharp eyes: "Just tell me!"

The servant had no choice but to say frankly: "Young Master has gone to see Miss Xiang, Miss Xiang seems to have just returned from City B, Young Master should have gone to pick up people."

"Who is there to pick up? What can I pick up! Call me and call someone back right away!" Jiang Yuanyuan was really upset this time. It can be seen that An Chuxia made all the dishes that Han Qilu likes. , But which **** ran out to pick up a lover! That is to say, Xiao Chuxia's personality, if it were her Jiang Yuanyuan, she would have rushed over with a kitchen knife and sacked the woman!

The servant was about to respond, and An Chuxia hurriedly stopped saying: "Mummy, forget it, you go call him back at this time, he will definitely not come back, instead of making trouble, forget it."

Jiang Yuanyuan wanted to say something, but when he caught a glimpse of Han Liuhai's eyes, he had to silence the words. What An Chuxia said is not unreasonable. With the character of Han Qilu, calling him to come back for dinner is determined not to come back for dinner.

In the end, she had to give up, waved her hand to let the servant go down, and did not forget to say to Han Liuhai: "Look at your **** son!"

It's as if Han Qilu was not born to her...

"Let's eat!" Han Liuhai coughed awkwardly. In An Chuxia's eyes, Han Liuhai is a model husband. If there is such an award, it would be Han Liuhai. Not only does his career flourish, he also loves Jiang Yuanyuan so much. Such a good man is also rare.

After a meal, Han Qilu still did not appear. An Chuxia suppressed the deep loss in his heart, and followed Jiang Yuanyuan for a walk outside to digest. They had just finished a large order and there were many things Han Liuhai needed to take care of. Naturally, there was no time for a walk together, so there were only two people walking on the lawn.

Many floor lamps are installed in the lawn, so there is no need to worry about lighting.

"Early summer, don't worry, I will never accept that Xiang Mankui. That demon girl, I didn't like her very much before, and Guo then came to leave Qilu for her own future. It was the Han family at that time. At the most difficult time, Qilu almost collapsed." Jiang Yuanyuan said, her mood gradually depressed: "You two have such a good relationship, and I am still very happy. Who knew this happened..."

"Mommy, don't be sad." An Chu Xia Qiang said with a smile: "I will restore my memory someday, isn't it?"

"But... Mommy, isn't it afraid that it will be late?! Do you know there is a saying called raw rice to cook mature rice?" Jiang Yuanyuan said, her expression suddenly became anxious: "That kid hasn't come back so late. , No, I have to call him quickly to get him home!"