The next day, morning.

The handsome boy was lazy and melted into the chair, pinched the chopsticks and tasted the white porridge.

"The lotus seeds are not heated enough, the rice has been boiled into a paste. What I want to drink is porridge, not rice porridge."

Young Master Yan wants to pick on the tricks, but there is nothing he can't pick out.

"The fried dough sticks are hard to stone, and the oil smell is too strong and there is less salt."

"What kind of bun is this? How come the noodles are so?"

The housekeeper wiped the sweat from his forehead. The young man looked at his age and had a similar aura than his husband.

"Young Master, I'll tell them to take it down."

"No."

Young Master Yan's white fingers overlapped and placed them on the table. His pair of peach blossom eyes looked like a smile, and he faintly showed his might. "This kind of chef is also embarrassing to take it out. Is this your level?"

"I'll quit them immediately and recruit new chefs."

The butler spoke quickly.

Yan Tao: "Come on paper, I will write a recruitment notice myself."

"Okay, little boy."

The butler was stunned by the boy's repeated questioning, and his head was empty at this time.

The gentleman gave all the instructions and asked him to serve the young master very much.

If Yan Tao is not satisfied, he might have to follow the river to feed the fish.

It’s not cost-effective to lose at this age.

"Young Master, please write it."

Young Master Yan raised his peach blossom eyes slightly, and he fell a few lines of words on the paper in a scattered manner, clapping his hands and saying, "Let me find the chef as I ask, I will interview myself."

"Okay, little boy."

Liu Cheng went out to do business and only returned to the manor in the evening. He asked about Yan Tao's recent situation, and the butler reported everything carefully.

Liu Cheng frowned, "She is not satisfied with the chef? Do you still have to interview yourself?"

"Yes sir."

The housekeeper now remembered the boy's cold expression during the day and was sweating coldly, "Has the young man learned cooking skills? His comments were very sharp. After I told the chef that he resigned himself."

Liu Cheng had never eaten the dishes made by Yan Tao.

Thinking of the dishes made by Grandma Jiang when she was at home, he just thought Yan Tao was in a bad mood and wanted to vent.

"He follows him whatever he wants to do. If he wants to buy whatever he wants, buy him."

Liu Cheng didn't want to lock Yan Tao, but the Yan family has been looking for their own traces these two days. To be on the safe side, it would be better to be more cautious.

"Give me instructions, you will be farther away from the Chinese people, do you know?"

Liu Cheng's voice was cold, and the butler lowered his head and responded respectfully.

The gentleman doesn’t like Chinese people and always keeps away from them. This is something that the whole circle knows.

This is also the reason why they were shocked when they saw the husband bringing back an oriental boy, and they were shocked and unbelievable.

However, no one dared to ask about Mr.'s private affairs.

"Taotao?"

Liu Cheng slid on the wheelchair and knocked on Yan Tao's door.

"Come in."

Young Master Yan was bored and assembling the aircraft model. The tiny parts were in the hands of the boy. One was installed in two or three seconds.

Liu Cheng: "Do you like planes? How about I send you one?"

"No," Yan Tao's attitude was very cold, "Do you have something to do?"

Liu Cheng's deep eyes darkened, his lips moved, and finally he just said, "I'll see you and leave right away."

The boy leaned against the table and had no intention of looking back.

Liu Cheng could only turn around and leave in despair, and he slid back to his room in a wheelchair.

In the empty room, silent.

The man's smile with the corners of his lips slowly dissipated, leaning on the chair with some fatigue.

Who told him to be a bad guy?

After so many years, I have been used to it.
Chapter completed!