Ruan Su did not continue this topic, after all, the president did not believe her now.
After all... compared with such a well-known master, I am just a layman in the eyes of others.
She shook her head, said nothing, and returned directly to her seat to start simple and boring work.
When it was time to get off work, she went directly back to Bo Xingzhi's small building inside the Presidential Palace and started preparing ingredients.
When the president finished handling his official duties and ran over to prepare for dinner, he was instantly dumbfounded.
Mrs. Ye and Mr. Ye stood up from the sofa when they saw him, smiled very politely and said, "Mr. President, are you here?"
The tone...it seemed as if the presidential palace belonged to the Ye family and he was a guest.
The president frowned and looked at them displeased, "Why are you here?"
"Didn't Xiao Su call us to come over? She wanted to make delicious food, so our whole family came over. Where can we eat this dinner? Especially the one made by Xiao Su herself, I like it best."
Mr. Ye laughed and said, "I also brought some old wine. Let's drink some together later?"
The delicious meal he had by himself suddenly turned into a gathering of a lot of people, especially when the president saw Song Jiayan sitting on the sofa holding Ye Xiangli. Next to Song Jiayan was the fake "Ye Yanli" who was smiling silly.
From time to time, children's cries and screams will be heard in the ears...
The President's head is about to explode.
Holding a breath in his heart, he strode towards the kitchen, opened the kitchen door suddenly, and saw Ruan Su cutting sausages. Hearing the sound of footsteps, Ruan Su turned to look at him and blushed.
His lips were slightly parted, "You came just in time, wash the onions."
The president's head exploded with a buzzing sound, "What did you say?"
He actually asked the president of a country to wash his hands? Isn't that too much?
"Wash the onions and peel some garlic. After peeling, there is a garlic puller here. You can mince the garlic, right?" Ruan Su pointed to the garlic puller on the kitchen shelf.
She looked the president up and down and said, "You definitely don't know how to use a garlic press."
The president originally glared at her with bulging eyes and beard, ready to get angry at her, but when he heard her mocking him for not being able to use a garlic press, his competitive spirit was suddenly aroused.
"Who said that? I pull it fast and well!"
The president's tone was full of dissatisfaction. Ruan Su smiled very slyly, and did not pay much attention to him but continued to cut the sausages. After preparing all the various ingredients, she started cooking.
When the president heard the sound of cooking, he glanced at the garlic he was peeling, and a strange thought came to his mind. He came to the kitchen to ask questions, so how could he be beaten by Ruan Su?
Did you take a wrong turn?
He is still here obediently working like peeling garlic and washing onions. It is so outrageous!
But he didn't want to be looked down upon by Ruan Su, so he carefully peeled the garlic and threw it into the garlic puller.
"I'll go! This garlic puller is so difficult to pull! You have to use all your strength to pull it up." The president pulled it, failed to pull it, and then pulled it again...
Each stroke is harder than the last.
Finally, the puller was pulled up by him, and there was a buzzing sound. Ruan Su turned around and saw that the pull was getting smoother and smoother, so he quickly stopped, "If you pull it any more, it will be too broken. This level is enough."
"
"Really?" The president opened the garlic puller and saw that it was true that the garlic that was whole before was now in pieces.
Inexplicably, I felt a vague sense of accomplishment in my heart.
This feeling of pyrotechnic popularity... is very novel and very good.
"Look, let me just say that I'm doing pretty well." The president proudly poured the garlic into a small plate on one side, and even said something that he couldn't believe. He was eager to try, "Is there anyone else who needs help?
"
At this time, Ruan Su had already fried the sausage, so he pointed at the fragrant sausage and said, "Just take it out and put the rice on it."
The order he gave was called 666, and he was not considered president at all.
When the president heard that she actually ordered him to serve the rice, he was about to get angry, but then he thought again, this is the behavior of someone who treats himself as someone he knows well!
He immediately felt comfortable and started humming a tune to serve the rice. After serving it, he put it on the tray and took it all out at once.
The Ye family members were all watching TV and chatting on the sofa outside, thinking why the president went into the kitchen, but it turned out!
But when she saw him bringing rice out, Song Jiayan quickly stood up and said, "Sir, just let me do it. You can sit down and rest."
The child was in Mrs. Ye's arms. She took the rice and put them on the dining table. Then she quickly walked into the kitchen with the tray.
"Xiao Su...how are you so capable? Ordering the president? He just brought the rice out!" Song Jiayan lowered her voice and said in surprise, "Don't he hate you very much?"
"He hates me very much, but he doesn't hate eating." Ruan Su held the pot with one hand and put the food on the plate, "Okay, take it out."
Song Jiayan brought the dishes and chopsticks. She was a nursing mother, so she couldn't eat chili peppers. Ruan Su thoughtfully made her a plate of candied shrimps. She looked at the pot again and found that the sugar was fried in it.
Vinegar pork ribs.
Both dishes are not spicy and seem to be prepared for her.
Song Jiayan was a little touched. Although Ye Yanli was stupid, everyone in the Ye family took good care of her.
Soon all the dishes were cooked, and Ruan Su was the last one to walk out of the kitchen.
Everyone was sitting around, and the president simply forgot to ask Ruan Su why he asked everyone from the Ye family to come over for dinner. As long as the food was delicious, nothing else mattered.
On the contrary, it was quite lively due to the large number of people, and the Ye family did not seem to be restrained. The president felt very good all night.
After eating well, I feel so satisfied.
Until Ruan Su left with everyone in the Ye family, and the president patted his chubby belly and asked the servants to clear away the dishes, he even felt a little lonely.
The secular world of three meals a day and fireworks seemed so far away from him.
It's not that he doesn't have a confidante, but... he doesn't seem to be able to cope with the pyrotechnics that make people feel so comfortable.
Recently, a certain Dongfang live broadcast room has become very popular. Everyone says that what they sell is not rice but feelings.
Could it be that I... have begun to long for this kind of thing?
The president shook his head and went upstairs.
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In a pink room, a middle-aged woman was sitting at the dressing table, combing her hair with an exquisite jade comb. Looking at the few strands of silver hair emerging from the temples in the mirror, anger appeared on her face, and she raised her hand to comb her hair.
A few strands of silver hair were pulled out.
"I will never grow old. I will never grow old."
She continued to comb her hair as if mumbling to herself. After combing her hair, she took some hair care oil and applied it to her hair.