Girlfriend is Fierce and Cute, Please Respect Yourself

"Forget it, there's no need."

The man waved his hand, but did not say the reason.

He and Jiang Feng were both poor and white back then, and he just kidnapped the old man's two jewels from a bunch of young talents. If the old man made ruthless desserts back then, there would be nothing for the Xia family today.

He and Jiang Feng have worked hard for so many years, and both of them have a little achievement. They just want to tell the old man that his daughter's vision was right.

Now why is he embarrassed to ask Qing'er to beg him with a shy face?

"You go and contact President You, and take the time to meet. They have been playing hot in the entertainment industry recently. Let's go to the heat this time..."

"Okay, then I'll get in touch now..."

"Go!" The man beckoned.

new "family"

"The meal is ready, you can almost come out to eat!"

I raised my hand and knocked on Xiaoxi's door lightly. I didn't wait for the sound to come out, then turned my head and walked into my mother's room. After all, there was someone to call...

"Mom? It's time to eat!"

Knocked on the door, but no one answered, he carefully opened the door, quietly put his head in, and looked around.

There was no sign of my mother on the bed, it was really strange, I closed the door and turned around and walked into the study.

"time to eat?"

"No time!"

My mother didn't lift her head back to me, sat in front of the computer and kept tapping on the keyboard. The keycaps went up and down with the fingers, and the da da sound played a wonderful music in the quiet study room.

"What's the matter? Shouldn't I be out of work today?"

She still looked happy in the morning. If she had a job, her brows would have been wrinkled since she woke up. There was still time to chat with me about those things, let alone Xiaoxi. Sitting leisurely on the sofa watching TV.

"..."

Mom didn't answer me, she still stared at the computer screen, frowning.

When I saw this, I stopped speaking, walked to my mother's side and glanced at the screen secretly, and at a glance I saw the big word "Ye Shuyun" above the title.

I couldn't be more familiar with this name because it was my dad's name.

I took a closer look at the title - "How domestic celebrity chef Ye Shuyun controls foreign dining tables".

If I'm not mistaken, this article is probably the one that my mom left home to interview my dad the month before...

"Isn't this the article you wrote when you started school? It's almost half a month? Why are you still changing it?" I asked my mother with doubts.

"You ask me, how do I know?"

There was deep resentment in the mother's words. It was estimated that it was not long after she received the notice, and she was still not relieved.

"Don't be angry! Don't be angry!" I reassured my mother.

"I'm really sick! Do you have to say that my article is too subjective and does not meet the fairness and justice required by the magazine article?! Come and see? I have been in this business for so many years, is it possible that I will still make such a simple thing? Mistake?"

"Oh, is it? Let me see..."

Although my mother's words make sense, my mother's writing is still very good.But the call back will definitely not be for no reason, and no one will target her like this for no reason.

I leaned my head over and took a cursory look at the main body of the article.

To be honest, except for the photo of my dad at the beginning and some basic information such as height, weight, age, etc. that match my memory, what else can I say?

Not at all like my dad said it himself.

For example, in the hobbies column, I bet my dad would say enjoying the process of cooking or delving into new dishes, but now the hobbies are clearly written "wife"? ? ?

What would my dad say?Why am I so unbelievable?

How dare my mother say that what she wrote is fair and just?

And there are too many compliments in the interview below!

Obviously, the questions asked are normal, and my dad's answers are normal, but my mother always comes up with some weird answers in the final epilogue.

learn by analogy.I can't wait to concentrate all the advantages of the whole world on my dad alone.

It's not so shameful to write your own autobiography, and readers don't know that you are her wife, and those who don't know it will think it's a love letter!

It's no wonder that I didn't show it to you. I think only you will think that what you write is the truth. Even my son blushes when he reads it, not to mention the editor-in-chief and readers?

"How? Is what I wrote true?"

My mother turned her head and stared at me. If I told my true thoughts, I would probably be burned to ashes by her eyes...

"It's obviously true. It's their fault that they asked you to rewrite it. They really don't have any vision. What kind of magazine is still running, really!" I said angrily.

"Look, I'll tell you!"

After my mother listened to what I said, she was complacent. Sure enough, in her mind, my father was such a perfect person?

"Then you're not going to dinner?"

Don't mother do that.I almost forgot what I was here for!

"Eat it after writing it! She asked me to hand it in tomorrow, it's really Zhou Shi!"

[-]% of the "she" my mother referred to was her editor-in-chief, surnamed Zhou.

I met many times when I was a child, an aunt who was a little older than my mother.

When Mingming came to my house as a guest, he was very gentle to me and Xiaoxi, and he often bought us gifts when we were young.

My mother also has a good relationship with her in private, but every time I come here, the reason for this is to come to the door to remind her...

After all, my mother used to love to fish so much, she would take Xiaoxi and I around to play during the holidays. I have never seen her so focused on rushing drafts as she is now.

"Isn't the dish cold? I'll go and bring you in..."

I still know the consequences of my mother not eating. Unlike my father, my father used to be serious, and there was nothing wrong with not eating for a day.

If my mother hadn't reminded him, I would have forgotten that there were other people in the family who didn't eat!

"Do you care about me so much? Come on, darling, give me a hug!"

My mom said she took her hands off the keyboard and opened her arms to me.

"Come on, you should keep this set for Xiaoxi!" I took a few steps back, but now you still treat me like a child?

"How ruthless!"

My mom looked a little disappointed and pretended to wipe away her tears.

I was too lazy to care about my mother and walked out of the study.

"How did you get it now? Where's Mom?"

Xiaoxi saw me coming out of the study and asked me, Fang Yiyi sat beside Xiaoxi.

"There is something wrong with the manuscript."

I waved my hand, and I just said a lot of words against my conscience, but I still feel a little uncomfortable.

"Let's eat first, I'll send some food to my mother..."

Looking at the four small bowls on the table, he went to the kitchen and took a large bowl out of the cupboard.

Picked up some food, put it in a bowl, and then sent it to the study.

"In a little while, make her a cup of coffee"

I think so, now that the craft of grinding coffee beans is getting more and more proficient.

"Didn't you tell me not to wait for me?"

Walking out of my mother's place, I saw Xiaoxi and Fang Yiyi still sitting there, the tableware and food on the table didn't move...

"Aren't you coming? Don't be in a hurry after a while..." Xiaoxi shrugged indifferently.

I was still a little moved in my heart, and I had the urge to rush over and give Xiaoxi a hug.

When the two saw me seated, they also began to move the chopsticks. Xiaoxi picked up the chopsticks and gave Fang Yiyi a chopstick dish.

"Sister Yiyi, try it, my brother's cooking should be delicious..."

I listened to what Xiaoxi said, and didn't know if she was praising me or scolding me!

What does "should be delicious"?Who cooks for you for so many years, don't you know in your own mind?

Shaking his head and smiling, he ignored them and started to eat.

Anyway, I couldn't get in on the conversation between the two girls. I had to do my homework after dinner. It took a lot of time to go grocery shopping in the morning. Everything was good in high school, but there was too much homework.

"delicious!"

Fang Yiyi gave this evaluation after taking a sip.

It’s probably just a courtesy. After all, the food I cook can only be considered unpalatable, and it can’t be compared with delicious food. Let’s not talk about my father, and there is a big gap between Xia Tong and Xia Tong, obviously Xia Tong is just learning. Not long after, I didn't expect that talent is so important for this thing?

"right!"

Xiaoxi showed two little tiger teeth and smiled slightly, how could it seem like she did it?

"I didn't expect your dishes to be so delicious..."

Fang Yiyi looked up at me with a slightly surprised tone.

"so so… …"

The compliments I've gotten from Fang Yiyi's mouth these days are more than combined before, making me feel a little overwhelmed...

"Yeah, when my dad comes back, cooking is delicious!"

Seeing my smug look, Xiaoxi said with a little nose.

As the head chef, in fact, in the restaurant, I don't make too many dishes by myself every day, and more time is spent on managing the back-of-the-house kitchen, mainly for publicity and promotion.

But if Dad comes back, he will take care of all three meals a day. To a certain extent, we are quite lucky.

"It's been a long time since I ate like this, I'm really nostalgic..."

Fang Yiyi flipped the rice in the bowl with chopsticks and said in a flat tone.