Good Luck:Dear,Come

She really didn't understand how she could give up a man who loved her so much? In this life, even if she cut off her hand and blinded her 24K titanium dog eyes, she would never let him go again, never!

Lin Xiaoqing is happy to learn that Beichuan cares about her so much. However, she is not happy at the thought of not being able to help him sign the contract. She even once suspected that she had helped him.

Sitting in front of the dresser, smeared with daily basic maintenance products, she seems calm, but in fact, she is very unwilling.

Although Liu Dongqiang has great problems in character, she has to admit that he cooks No, it should be called more professional cuisine. After all, the chef of this level has enough strength.

He has the skills of a veteran and the boldness and avant-garde of a young man. Therefore, in terms of the creativity of cooking, he is indeed the first choice in her mind, but now things go against her wishes Well, what's the use of thinking about it now?

"You just wiped that bottle."

All of a sudden, a voice came into my ear, and Lin Xiaoqing suddenly recovered. It was only then that I found that Lin Xiaoqing did not know when he was sitting on the bed.

"Well? What did you just say? " She gave a couple of dry chuckles in a hurry.

He said with a smile, "I said, the bottle you have on your hand has just been painted once. Are you sure you want to paint it again?"

"Well? Really? I did it? " She was slightly surprised and looked at the round bottle in her hand. How could she have no impression at all?

Song Beichuan felt funny, but also distressed. He left the bed and came behind her, and gently pressed her shoulder.

"Let me take care of the company, OK? Don't think about it any more. "

"But..."

"No, but." He gently interrupted her, "it's not your turn to worry about the company. Don't you mean to make me feel guilty?"

"But..." Although he made it clear that he didn't, but she just wanted to work harder, "there's still a chance, isn't there?"

"You don't want to go back to the street to look for the man named Liu, do you?" If she nods, he will Must immediately find handcuffs or rope or something, she tied to the bed, and then let her beg for mercy, so that she can not shake out of bed!

"No, how can it be?" She said with a dry smile, "I'm just thinking. Maybe I can think of some famous chefs and visit him in person..."

"I've tried it all," Song Beichuan said with a wry smile, shaking his head. "I've looked for almost everything I can find. It's not that the chef himself is inconvenient to sign this kind of contract, or the dishes are returned by the wine merchant. Besides, next Monday is the deadline. What else can we do? "

What the other side wants is a regular black belt chef, not a roadside chef. Where can so many chefs find? When the chefs bow down, they have to make amends. Every time they want to die, they have to make amends.

Lin Xiaoqing looks at herself in the mirror dejectedly. She thought that after a lifetime, she is willing to share something for song Beichuan. Unexpectedly, she is still powerless in the end.

"Don't look like that." He leaned down, gave her a kiss on the top of her head, and said in a gentle whisper, "as I said, even if the contract is not concluded, my company will not go bankrupt. Don't worry so much."

"I know." She bowed her head. Of course, she knew it, but she thought that if she signed the five-year contract, the pressure on Beichuan's performance would be reduced, and there would be no need to work late at night, or even have to go around for performance

Think of here, suddenly a flash of light, spicy feeling like Newton was hit on the head by durian, Eiffel tower collapsed, the statue of liberty holding the ice cream melting Let's get to the point.

Yeah, why didn't she think of it? Since the hope is so slim, why not just die and become a living horse doctor?

She stood up excitedly, turned around and looked at her husband with firm eyes.

"Beichuan, can you believe me again?"

Her attitude made song Beichuan a little wary, so he decided to strike a preemptive attack. "I want to declare that no matter who you are going to negotiate with this time, I will not agree to let you go out to act as a business..."

"Well, no," she laughed, stopping his nerves. "I'm not looking for anyone this time. You're looking for me."

"Ah?" Song Beichuan frowned and said, "what are you doing?"

"This time," she said with a smile, "I'll make it for you, mother!"

"You?" This time, he was stunned. His mouth was wide open because of surprise, which was enough to put a fist in it for a moment Well, there are no questions.

"Why She chuckled and hit him on the chest. "So despise your wife?"

Thanks to Liu Dongqiang, she learned excellent cooking skills in the last period of her life. Although she was interested in it and didn't do much when she was in trouble, her memory is still there.

She thought that since she had learned her craft from him, it might not be impossible to make a similar style of food."I don't look down on you, just..." Song Beichuan wiped his face, and the situation changed so fast that it was hard for him to digest.

He admits that the three meals at home have really become exquisite and delicious recently, but it seems that there is something missing compared with those five-star French cuisine You can't let her wear a blonde wig and say it's a chef from France, right?

"What's more, the wine merchant requires a chef with identity," he added. "If you really make dishes that satisfy them, I'm worried..."

"Anyway, if you don't say it, I won't say it. Who knows who made it? They always try their taste first and then ask for names, don't they? " Lin Xiaoqing interrupted him and Gu Ling blinked strangely.

"That's right..."

At the beginning, in order to make wine tasters completely impartial and objective, and not affected by the reputation of the chef himself, they would not tell the chef who made the dish when they provided it.

"So, what are you worried about?" Lin Xiaoqing pushed the boat with the current and continued to persuade, "if they are not satisfied with my cooking, even if they just let me get the grand prize, will they use my food or not? It's not too late for them to decide then?"

What she said is reasonable, but it's shocking to song Beichuan's ears. It's like trying to push an ordinary housewife to the international cooking competition. She doesn't think it's safe.