The Love of Passerby A

Chapter 620 Who is Who’s Childhood Friend (9)

Qi Zhihan appeared very happy to have his brother's support, but he always felt that there was something strange in his brother's eyes.

But now is not the time to delve into it, he quickly begged Madam Qi: "Mom, let Cheng Huan try! She is really capable."

Mrs. Qi glanced at He Chenghuan, who was standing beside her with a well-behaved expression, and knew in her heart that if she continued to refuse, she would probably hurt her son's heart.

So she smiled slightly and relented: "Since you insist so much, then I will agree to you!"

Qi Zhihan immediately smiled happily after hearing this, turned to look at He Chenghuan, his eyes full of expectation and encouragement.

Mrs. Qi immediately called the servants and asked them to take He Chenghuan to the kitchen to prepare meals.

He Chenghuan nodded slightly, thanked Mrs. Qi, and followed the servants out of the living room.

When she walked into the kitchen, the chefs in the kitchen all looked at her with puzzled eyes, as if they didn't understand who this person was. They wondered if she was here to steal their jobs.

However, when the servant said that she was brought back by the second young master and was his personal assistant, there was some ambiguity in his tone when he said this.

Anyone who can stay in a wealthy family must be a smart person.

They may think that the kind of thing in novels where one rises to prominence and becomes a phoenix can really happen, so as He Chenghuan's identity spread, most people in the kitchen labeled her as "overestimating her own abilities."

He Chenghuan could more or less guess what these people were thinking. Even though there was no obvious exclusion, there was also no help she needed. Looking at the full box of high-end ingredients, she felt very embarrassed.

But who can be blamed for this! Qi Zhihan has always been a young master who "does not care about worldly things". He does not understand his own embarrassment at all.

Moreover, Mrs. Qi clearly said that cooking is the cook's job.

Qi Zhihan insisted on letting him show his cooking skills, which clearly put him in the same position as the servants.

The most important thing is that in order to attend this party, she specially put on an expensive dress, but the tags on the dress had not been cut off and it even didn't fit her.

He Chenghuan planned to take it to the store to return it tomorrow. If it got dirty while cooking, it would be a big trouble.

I originally thought that Qi Zhihan didn't have the airs of a rich young master, but now it seems that he has been "spoiled" by his family and has very poor empathy.

There is no use thinking so much now. He Chenghuan can only adjust his mood and start to get busy.

"Hey! No, this can't be stir-fried." The chef who had been watching for a while frowned and interrupted, "These are all fresh ingredients flown in, just steam them.

Besides, the Qi family’s masters all like light flavors.”

As soon as the words fell, the apprentice beside the chef echoed: "In the Qi family, those things that take a long time to make are usually made with heavy ingredients."

He Chenghuan pursed his lips and said, "I was invited by Mr. Qi Zhihan, so let's do it my way!"

The cooks looked at each other and stopped talking. Of course, after hearing this, they could more "openly" not go to "help".

The dishes were served on the table an hour and a half later than scheduled.

He Chenghuan carried the last dish and fell behind the servant. After it was placed, she sat down next to Qi Zhihan.

It was just the smell of sweat on her body, the smell of cooking fumes, and the fishy smell left by dirt that accidentally splashed onto her clothes when handling food that made her whole body exude a rather strange odor.

It's not a foul odor, but it's not a pleasant smell either.

Qi Zhihan was the first person to smell it. He frowned slightly and looked at the woman beside him.

He Chenghuan usually cooks for herself, but she doesn't have this kind of smell on her body at that time.

Feeling Qi Zhihan's disdain, she could only remain calm and pretend that she knew nothing.

That person's thoughts were almost all expressed on her face. He Chenghuan felt bitter: usually those light porridge and side dishes didn't require any effort, but today she had to use all her skills to deal with it.

Regardless of her youngest son and the life assistant, Mrs. Qi was not very satisfied with the dishes on the table.

In recent years, she has been eating lighter meals for the sake of health, and her husband Qi Dongyue often socializes outside, so the dishes they eat are relatively greasy.

Therefore, during the family dinner, they all hoped to eat something that would please them, and as a result, He Chenghuan prepared a table like this.

After looking at her husband, Mrs. Qi did not say anything critical. After all, this was the result of someone else's labor.

But there are still some stupid people in the Qi family.

"Why is this fish braised?" Qi Zhihan originally thought that the plate contained just ordinary braised fish fillets, so he didn't pay much attention to it.

As he took the chopsticks and the food entered his mouth, he realized that this was an expensive product that he had spent a lot of effort to airlift from abroad.

It is used specifically to please his parents. After all, his racing team and studio still need investors.

This fish is very expensive and not often available. The best way to cook it is to steam it, but of course it must be a freshly killed fish.

Qi Zhihan had an ugly expression on his face. The ingredients he had spent so much effort to get were now wasted.

The servant standing by didn't say anything, because the chef had reminded He Chenghuan, but there was nothing he could do if the other party didn't listen.