"One spoonful of salt, two spoons of sugar, three spoons of vinegar, four spoons of soy sauce..."

The chef read the "standard answer", but Bo Nanxian had his own ideas. Only salt and sugar were put according to the standard, and vinegar and soy sauce were poured directly from the bottle.

Chef: "..."

This plate of cucumber salad is probably very dark.

"Okay?" The man glanced at him indifferently.

The chef's back was slightly stiff and he quickly said: "Just sprinkle a little coriander at the end."

Bo Nanxian used chopsticks to pick up a lot of coriander and almost couldn't see the cucumber.

Chef: "..."

For cilantro-phobes, this is an absolute nightmare.

"Bring it here." After Bo Nanxian ordered Jiang Tang, he walked out of the kitchen with his long legs.

"Thank you for your hard work." Jiang Tang expressed condolences to the chef, picked up the plate of dark dishes called cucumbers, which were actually cold coriander, and followed the man's footsteps.

When he entered the hot pot restaurant just now, Bo Nanxian booked a private room, where he changed gauze for the wound and communicated with the person in charge.

He came out of the kitchen and entered this private room.

Jiang Tang followed closely and put the dark food on the dining table, turned around and closed the door.

"Mr. Bo, will you eat this plate of cold salad tonight... uh, cucumbers?"

Bo Nanxian raised his eyes and stared at him, asking coolly: "Who told you that I cooked it for myself?"

"Ah this!" Jiang Tang blinked in confusion, and then said flattered, "Are you making it for me to eat?"

God, how can he be so virtuous?

He is just a humble worker who works hard to make money. How can he let his boss cook for him?

Bo Nanxian broke the assistant's unrealistic fantasy with a cold voice, "Call Shen Chuyao over."

Jiang Tang was slapped in the face.

It's just his wishful thinking.

Of course you are not worthy of being a humble worker.

"Are you making it for Miss Shen?" Jiang Tang asked again.

Bo Nanxian: "Yeah."

If this is not love! Then what is love?

Jiang Tang suppressed his desire to get to the bottom of the gossip and pretended to be calm: "Okay, then I will invite Miss Shen over now."

He walked out of the box and quickly identified the box where Chu Yao was.

Being able to work hard to reach the position of assistant to the Iceberg Devil Bo Nanxian, Jiang Tang naturally cannot only pursue romance and pornographic cp.

In the name of a hot pot restaurant employee, he openly entered the private dining room where Chu Yao was dining.

At this time, Chu Yao was rinsing the fat cow, murmuring: "Two seconds, three seconds, four seconds..."

"Miss Shen." Jiang Tang stopped beside her.

Chu Yao turned her head and glanced at him. She seemed to be frightened, her peach blossom eyes widened slightly, "What do you want from me?"

No, no, no, that bitch not only called and said some weird things, but also asked his assistant to kill him?

Is he so anxious to divorce? He can't even let her enjoy a hot pot meal!

Just as Jiang Tang was about to speak, he suddenly felt the killing intent projected from Chu Yao's eyes.

He was stunned for a moment and then said softly: "Miss Shen, it's like this. Because you are so beautiful, our restaurant wants to give you a dish made by the mysterious chef. Is it convenient for you to come out and receive the award?"

Chuyao was very sensitive to the word "mysterious" now, and the man's deep and handsome face flashed subconsciously in her mind.

The dog man cooks food for her?

What kind of peace of mind do you have?

Chu Yao frowned. Although she was reluctant to put down the hot pot, she still wanted to meet Bo Nanxian and see what kind of medicine he was selling in his gourd!

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Let me see which girl is voting for me?
Chapter completed!