The president makes me cook every day

"This, this is my Mr. Fang Dongfang." Yu Xiaorong subconsciously stepped between Fang Minghao and Chen Dongyang, explaining stutteringly.

"This, this is... a special audience I invited to be a guest, he is..."

When he was hesitating how to introduce Chen Dongyang, Fang Minghao narrowed his eyes, showing an expression of sudden realization.

"Oh, you're the one, what's your name!"

Fang Minghao remembered, perhaps from the news, or from the network information that he scanned by accident, he already vaguely knew who Chen Dongyang was.

"Hello, Chen Dongyang." Chen Dongyang stretched out his hand.

Yu Xiaorong didn't have much reaction to the name Chen Dongyang. He was still using a 2G mobile phone and didn't know the meaning behind the name at all.

He just followed the direction of Chen Dongyang's hand, and saw two big holes on the bottom of the yellow vest on Fang Minghao's body that had been burned out by cigarette butts at some point.

For some reason, he suddenly blamed himself. He even forgot to tell Fang Minghao that there would be guests coming tonight.

People are dressed so formally, but Master Fang is so sloppy, it's so embarrassing.

Yu Xiaorong muttered quietly in his heart, and the roots of his ears turned red.

But Fang Minghao didn't realize it. He didn't seem to be embarrassed by his clothes, nor was he intimidated by Chen Dongyang's name, nor did he feel sorry for his rude attitude before.He just stretched out his hand very calmly, and held it with Chen Dongyang.

He didn't even forget to look up and down at the bewildered Yu Xiaorong with a little teasing from the corner of his eye.

Yu Xiaorong lowered his head and bit his lip.

Chen Dongyang: "Am I late?"

"No, no. Just right."

"You made risotto?"

"Yeah." Yu Xiaorong nodded lightly.

Chen Dongyang's voice was neither gentle nor serious, but it was very ear-piercing and comfortable, and there was a faint, susu feeling.

If Fang Minghao's handsomeness is that kind of flamboyant and fierce, like a reflection on the blade of a knife, with lethality, flashing into your eyes instantly; then Chen Dongyang's handsomeness is that kind of gentle, pervasive, like The summer sun has already surrounded you with great force before you know it.

Yu Xiaorong didn't know what to say, he looked down and saw a very delicate watch on Chen Dongyang's wrist, which was shining.

There was some silence in the room, and Chen Dongyang couldn't help looking at Yu Xiaorong's drooping eyelashes.

"How did you know I love risotto?"

"Really?" Yu Xiaorong became a little happy, and he looked up at Chen Dongyang: "It's a task given by the system, what a coincidence. Do you really like risotto?"

When "system" was mentioned again, Chen Dongyang smiled tacitly at Yu Xiaorong, and then unconsciously glanced at Fang Minghao from the corner of his eye.

Fang Minghao opened his mouth, as if he felt a bit of embarrassment lately, he frowned, looked Xiaorong and Chen Dongyang back and forth again, scratched his head and left.

Chen Dongyang finally couldn't help it anymore: "We met before, do you remember?"

"What, when?" Yu Xiaorong opened his eyes wide.

Chen Dongyang has short eyebrows, heroic single eyelids, and a faint Beijing accent when he speaks, which always carries some cynical meanings, but it is lined with a straight shirt collar, which adds a kind of restraint of urban elites.

There was a strange amalgamation of the young and the old in this man.

There is a feeling of deja vu in my heart, but I just can't remember it all at once.

There seemed to be a trace of disappointment in Chen Dongyang's eyes, and Yu Xiaorong had no choice but to hurry up: "Oh, yes yes yes...that..."

He was hesitating and unable to speak, when he heard Fang Minghao calling him from the kitchen: "Let me tell you, how long have you been bored with this meal?"

"Ouch!" Yu Xiaorong seemed to have just remembered about the live broadcast, and hurried back to the kitchen.Fang Minghao has already lifted the lid of the pot, and the mellow aroma of cheese risotto has wafted out.

Within a few minutes of opening the door, there were already hundreds of bullet chats in the live broadcast room.

[Why did the anchor slip away? 】

[I'm worried that you're bored. 】

[Small Foodie]: Hahaha, it's the anchor I know. That's right. Who was talking in the live broadcast room just now? Does the anchor have assistants?

[Brother Qiang]: I didn't see it clearly, it seemed that there was a figure flashing near the cooking table.

[Nanfeng]: Huh, huh, is the anchor still recruiting assistants? I want to go too!

[Shanchuanhuhai]: Don’t worry about that, wait for today’s big move, I’ve already tasted it, every time the anchor’s classic ingredients are put in the finale!

[Mr. Liu]: Squatting is a big move!

Yu Xiaorong seemed a little flustered at the moment, he worriedly went to check his risotto, for fear that a moment's delay would damage the quality of the food.He poured the risotto into a clean white western dish with a wooden spatula.

He looked back at Fang Minghao's face again.

Fang Minghao smiled at him very rarely, and he smirked at Xiaorong lightly: "It's okay."

Yu Xiaorong received it, as if he had finally taken a reassurance.He faced the camera: "Our tasting audience has arrived just now, please welcome Mr. Steve."

Chen Dongyang had followed him into the kitchen, he noticed the computer camera, then bent down quite naturally, beckoning to the computer.

"Hello everyone?" Chen Dongyang saw himself on the computer screen. The color palette on the live broadcast side made him even redder and whiter, like a model in a suit walking out of a poster.

"This filter is quite powerful." He pointed to the screen and said to Yu Xiaorong with great interest.

"It's... the platform comes with it." Yu Xiaorong lowered his head and started cutting mushrooms and parsley.

"I didn't specially set it up." He added another sentence, but suddenly felt that it was a bit redundant.

He lowered his head and chopped vegetables until the green juice of parsley covered his fingertips.

"Now we fry the mushrooms and parsley in butter, as a side dish for the risotto." When I introduced it again, even my voice became quieter, and I didn't dare to raise my head, but I felt that Chen Dongyang's eyes had been staring at him. with him.

"It looks delicious." He heard a soft admiration beside him.

There are two people in the kitchen, but the feeling is different from that of one person in the kitchen. Yu Xiaorong suddenly felt very hot and a little dizzy, and he couldn't even hear the rattle of vegetables when they were put into the pot. , let alone take into account the live screen.

At this time, the bullet screens were all messed up.

[Nanfeng]: Damn, this little brother who came to try it is so handsome!

[It's really handsome, and why does it look familiar, is it an actor or a model? 】

[Mountains, rivers, lakes and seas]:? ? ?

[Little Gourmand]: Fuck, this person looks like... at first glance, he seems to be Chen Dongyang! !

[Brother Qiang]: Chen Dongyang?Who?

As soon as Chen Dongyang showed his face, someone in the barrage had already discovered it, but no one dared to confirm it completely, and no one dared to really believe that Chen Dongyang, who has never shown up in entertainment occasions, would actually parachute one in this way. Food Live.

[Mountains, Rivers, Lakes and Seas]: Wall Dong × 3!The anchor looks at me!Can you tell me again what this audience is called?

[Little Gourmet]: Don't you know Shanchuan? The ID in the bulletin is Steve, but... this tm looks too much like Chen Dongyang! !

【! ! ! ! ! ! 】

[? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? 】

【No way……】

[This is too much to play! ! 】

[Am I dreaming? ? ? 】

[This is really a gourmet live broadcast room I entered! ! ! ? ? 】

【Ah ah ah ah ah! ! ! 】

[Is it really President Chen's real body? ? ? 】

【Don't mess with me!No!Mutually!letter! 】