Chapter 74: cook
Chapter 74 The Cook
"Yo, who is this? Tsk tsk, are you reincarnated by a starving ghost?" Yan Hong was suffocating to eat, ignoring Jiang Ziyi's challenge at all.
Jiang Ziyi turned the car keys with his fingers, leaning against the dining table, "Why, have you seen my uncle's cook? Do you know how much they get paid a month?"
Yan Hong stuffed a big mouthful of rice in his mouth, and sneered while chewing: "Can't I afford a cook? Jiang Xiaojian, don't think of me as playful as you are? Money."
Jiang Ziyi smiled wickedly, "Do you know what her identity is? A high-achieving student at the French Academy of Gus, her family goes up to eight generations, and she was born in a royal chef. Michelin gives her an annual salary of three million dollars!"
Yan Hong chewed and chewed, and suddenly felt that the food in his mouth was not fragrant. He had a master degree in medicine from Yale University and worked for Mo Shaochen for three years, and the annual salary was only five million yuan, which was still RMB.
These days, doctors can't be cooks! He has worked hard for a year, and he can't even afford a cook. What's the fun in living?
Jiang Ziyi watched Yan Hong gobble for a long time, and felt a little hungry, and called to the kitchen: "Cook, add a table and chopsticks!"
Yan Hong hurriedly moved several dishes on the table to him, "These are mine, you have to eat them and ask the cook to cook them."
Jiang Ziyi was born cheap and liked to fight against people. Yan Honghu watched it closely.
In the end, the food was scattered all over the table, and no one could eat it.
Jiang Ziyi achieved his goal and was no longer hungry, so he asked Yan Hong in a cheap way, "Why are you running here?"
Yan Hongdian was half full by Jiang Ziyi and lost his appetite. He wiped his mouth with a tissue and walked to the sofa in the living room, paralyzed, "Do you mind me? Why can't I come if you can?"
"I'm too lazy to care about you, I'm not your dad."
Yan Hong threw a pillow over, "Jiang Xiaojian, do you want to die?"
Jiang Ziyi dodged the pillow and threw one back, "Yan Xiaoni, when can you stop throwing the pillow?"
"I like to throw it away, so I want to throw it away, but I won't kill you!" After saying that, he took the throw pillow that Jiang Ziyi threw, and threw it back.
"Are you a woman? If you have the ability, let's fight with real swords, do you dare?"
"I won't fight you, do you know how precious my hands are? You can't afford to break ten of them!"
The two of you come and go, arguing with each other, and the pillows are flying all over the sky.
The servant finally cleaned up the dining room, and then turned around and had to clean up the living room, and was very busy.
"Sir, you have come down, do you need to add water?" The servant's question came, and the two people in the living room seemed to have pressed the pause button, and they returned to their seats instantly and sat down.
Mo Shao's dark eyes swept across the living room floor, "You guys always give people the illusion that their intelligence is still five years old."
Jiang Ziyi blinked his eyes with a confused look, as if the man was not talking about him.
Yan Hong pretended to be dead and didn't say a word. He was afraid that the man would throw him on the plane and send him back to City M, so he didn't want to go back to that ghost place. He was dry and dehydrated, and he had dry skin on his body. He could only take a shower once in half a month.
The servant added water to the glass in Mo Shaochen's hand. He ignored the two and turned back to the study.
Yan Xi shouted downstairs, "Brother Shen, where do I stay at night?"
He knew Mo Shaoshen's habit and never stayed with outsiders. Of course, he didn't think of Jiang Ziyi as a human being.
"Hotel, or sleep with Xiao Yi."
(end of this chapter)