The National Male God is Ruthless and Strong: Lord Qin, I Spoil You!

The next day, morning.

The handsome young man lazily melted into the chair, holding his chopsticks and tasting the white porridge.

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

If Master Yan wanted to find fault, there was nothing he couldn't find.

"The fried dough sticks are hard as a rock. Also, the oil smell is too strong and there is not enough salt."

"What kind of bun is this? The face is like this?"

The housekeeper wiped the sweat from his forehead. The boy looked young, but his aura was comparable to that of his husband.

"Young Master, I'm going to tell them to withdraw."

"No."

Young Master Yan folded his jade-white fingers and placed them on the table. His peach-blossom eyes seemed to be smiling but not smiling, vaguely revealing his power. "It's embarrassing for a chef like this. Is this your level?"

"I'll fire them immediately and hire new cooks."

The butler spoke quickly.

Yan Tao: "Bring me some paper and I will write the recruitment notice myself."

"Okay, young master."

The housekeeper was confused by the boy's repeated questions, and his head was empty at this time.

The master has given him orders to serve this young master well.

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

At my age, it would be uneconomical to lose here.

"Young Master, please write it."

Young Master Yan's peach blossom eyes slightly raised, he wrote a few lines of words on the paper casually, clapped his hands and said, "Follow my request to find a cook, and I will interview him personally."

"Okay, young master."

Liu Cheng went out to do some business and returned to the manor about evening. He asked about Yan Tao's current situation, and the housekeeper reported everything in detail.

Liu Cheng frowned, "She's not satisfied with the cook? She still wants to interview herself?"

"Yes, sir."

Now the housekeeper was sweating coldly when he remembered the young man's cold expression during the day, "Did the young master learn cooking skills? His comments were very sharp. After I told the chef, he resigned."

Liu Cheng has never eaten the dishes cooked by Yan Tao.

Thinking of the dishes that Granny Jiang cooked at home, he just thought that Yan Tao was in a bad mood and wanted to vent.

"Whatever he wants to do, follow him and buy him whatever he wants to buy."

Liu Cheng didn't want to lock up Yan Tao, but the Yan family had been looking for him in the past two days, so for the sake of safety, it was better to be cautious.

"Tell me to go down and stay away from the Chinese people, you know?"

Liu Cheng's voice was cold, and the housekeeper lowered his hand and responded respectfully.

My husband doesn't like Chinese people and has always kept them at a respectful distance. This is something that the entire circle knows.

This is why they were shocked and couldn't believe it when they saw their husband bringing back an Oriental boy.

But no one dares to interfere with Mr.'s private affairs.

"Taotao?"

Liu Cheng slid up in his wheelchair and knocked on Yan Tao's door.

"Come in."

Young Master Yan was bored and was assembling an airplane model. With the small parts in the young man's hands, he could assemble one in two or three seconds.

Liu Cheng: "Do you like airplanes? How about I give you one?"

"No need," Yan Tao's attitude was very cold, "Are you okay?"

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

The young man leaned against the table with no intention of looking back.

Liu Cheng could only turn around and leave in defeat. He slid his wheelchair back to his room.

There was silence in the empty room.

The smile on the man's lips slowly dissipated, and he leaned back on the chair tiredly.

Who told him to be a bad guy?

Over the years, everyone has gotten used to it.

However, when he thought about the child who always chased him to hug him when he was a child, and now was so indifferent to him, the man's brows still overflowed with sadness.