Dousha Bao

When Chen Jiao received the phone call from Wang Peipei, he helped Wang Peipei update the novel and was about to press F5 to post a background comment, and the phone rang.

It was an unfamiliar number. Chen Jiao connected. Without thinking, he leaned back on the chair and said, "Which one?"

"It's me." Wang Peipei's voice sounded very serious. It was exactly the same as when she was going to school, and she was very serious. She seemed unhappy to say more than half a word.

Chen Jiao hadn’t contacted Wang Peipei for several years. Suddenly she heard her voice froze for a while. Chen Jiao put her leg off the desk and said, "What's the matter?"

Wang Peipei didn't turn around and talked with Chen Jiao, and said directly: "What about children?"

Inexplicably, Chen Jiao took the phone to his eyes and glanced at it, making sure that he had no tinnitus.

Wang Peipei: "Chen Jiao, don't fight Tai Chi with me, I ask where is my son!? I'm back home, I want to pick up the child."

Wang Peipei's words penetrated into Chen Jiao's ears, and his head digested it, but he still didn't understand it. Chen Jiao stood up and thought about it, and said to Wang Peipei in a way that can communicate with Wang Peipei normally: "Miss Wang, please tell me something. Clearly, you called and asked me to ask for your son? Are you sure you didn’t make a wrong call? First, I’m gay, and second, you killed the child after my brother died! Where is the child!?"

Chen Jiao hasn’t mentioned his elder brother with anyone for many years, and even kept quiet with his family in recent years, as if the Chen family had never had an elder son but Chen Jiao.

Wang Peipei said: "I gave birth to the child!"

There were five thunders in Chen Jiao's head, and he could hardly stand. He stood stiffly by the table and shook his arm holding the phone: "What do you say?"

Wang Peipei: "I gave birth to Chen Yuan's child and asked someone to raise it with your mother. Now that I am back, I want to return to my son!"

Chen Jiao is very confused. He is not a particularly intelligent and calm person. He is also not good at taking out a bunch of previous things to analyze and understand the process of things. He just feels very angry and angry. He thinks that Chen Yuan is dead. , Wang Peipei now has a face to mention his brother, and still want a child?

"You are paralyzed!!!" Chen Jiao held the phone and directly cheered. The fastest literature update is 11x.net. The whole text hand yelled and hung up!

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After Chen Jiao calmed down, he thought about it and thought something was wrong.

Assuming that what Wang Peipei said is true, after Chen Yuan died, she did give birth to a child before going abroad, and gave it to Chen Jiao’s mother to raise. So why has no such child ever appeared in the family? The child is a species of Chen Yuan. Chen Yuan is dead. No matter how old the old lady hated Wang Peipei, she should accept the child, but the Chen family never appeared a so-called "son of Chen Yuan and Wang Peipei".

If Wang Peipei said it was false, she was nervous to make this call to herself?

Chen Jiao thought tossing and turning, but he couldn't figure it out. The phone rang again at this time. The restaurant called Chen Jiao and asked him to go back and support him.

Chen Jiao is now a chef in a hotel. He was supposed to take a rest tonight, but the restaurant suddenly took over a table of business, saying that a real estate agent came from a foreign place, with a very large background. This time brought a four-year property For big projects, stay in their hotel today!

The restaurant lobby manager tonight said while shaking: "Brother Jiao...you you...you hurry up!! The back chef can't hold it here, saying that the real estate agent is a little sick today, his tongue is not very good, eat After several dishes, I was not satisfied, and my chopsticks were licked!!"

Holding the mobile phone in his ear, Chen Jiao shouted while wearing jeans: "Hypocritical! If you are sick, you have to drink porridge and eat what abalone seafood!!!"

Although Chen Jiao said so, he speeded up changing clothes, took things out and ran towards the hotel, temporarily throwing Wang Peipei's affairs behind him.

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Ye Xiaotian brought over a four-year real estate project this time. The big boss received him and checked into a hotel that had been arranged for a long time.

It's just surprising that Ye Xiaotian wasn't a beautiful woman, even if she was a little milk doll with only four years old.

The little boy has very big eyes and pale skin. He shaved a little bald head. When he saw a strange man, he shouted uncle, and a strange woman shouted aunt...

Someone used a half-joking tone and Ye Xiaotian said: "Mr. Ye, can this kid be your son? Haha, it's pretty cute to shave a little bald head."

Ye Xiaotian has had a cold recently, and the fever is not sweating, and he is terribly uncomfortable. It was originally a cold face. After listening to the man's words, his face was even colder. He touched the boy's light head and said, "It is my son!"

Ye Xiaotian continued his deathly silence in a single sentence. No one spoke on the table. Ye Fei looked left and right. He turned his head and asked Ye Xiaotian silly: "Dad, why is there no one talking?"

Ye Xiaotian looked at his son's eyes very gently and said, "You eat well, don't worry about others."

Ye Fei: "Oh!"

Ye Fei eats very fragrant, but Ye Xiaotian has no appetite at all. He has a fire in his throat, his head is very swollen, and he is a little dizzy. He can't drink. Naturally, there will be no bottlenecks in the banquet. There is no red wine.

Ye Xiaotian's aura is very low, and the people around him don't dare to slap the bullshit. The person who just joked with Ye Xiaotian has completely disappeared at the moment. Ye Xiaotian didn't care about the others. He took the chopsticks to eat the food. He took a bite and frowned, drank, and took another bite, frowned, and drank again, and the chopsticks were put down.

Ye Fei opened his eyes and asked curiously: "Dad, isn't the food delicious?"

Ye Xiaotian said directly: "En."

Ye Fei followed Ye Xiaotian at the dinner hall and helped his father to stop how much wine he had by himself. He was not afraid of life at the dinner table and shouted out with his throat: "Waiter uncle or aunt?!"

The waiter stood at the door of the private room, hurriedly pushed the door in and said, "Is there any command?"

Ye Fei knelt in a chair, straightened his back, and said sideways: "My father said that the food is delicious, can he make it?"

Ye Xiaotian came from Ye Fei, not stopping at all. The waiter saw a child who was a little stunned and didn't know what to do. The lobby manager quickly came in and said hello: "Sorry, sorry, Ye always felt that the food was not suitable for us. We immediately Just change! Everyone wait!"

auzw.com Ye Xiaotian touched his son’s head and nodded.

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When Chen Jiao arrived at the kitchen, the whole restaurant was busy turning over. The patron said that the food was unpalatable. A private room was filled with entrepreneurs with a face in the city! Directly negate the dishes of their hotel, what business will they do in the future! ?

The chef on duty that day was annoyed and angry, and rushed a few second fires, but he didn't know what to do with the cooktop!

Chen Jiao changed clothes and came in, putting on his hat, and said, "Don't be angry! It's obviously that the boss himself is sick and has no appetite. It has nothing to do with the kitchen."

Old Yuan sighed: "I know too! But what do you say I have to do next? I have to say it's unpalatable! I'll just resign!"

Chen Jiaohong looked at the stone on the stage, and said to a small apprentice standing next to him, "Go to the rice!"

"Ah?" The apprentice was stunned, and the old Yuan looked at Chenjiao in surprise.

Chen Jiao said: "I'll come, I'll be responsible if something goes wrong."

Old Yuan was busy: "What do you do, Chen Jiao? I am on duty today, and I am responsible for the back kitchen! Of course, if something goes wrong, I will bear it! Don't mess up!"

Chen Jiao smiled and turned to ignore Lao Yuan. Lao Yuan followed and turned: "You..."

"Old Yuan, you helped me a lot in the past. This is no big deal. Your family depends on you. What can I do alone?" Chen Jiao lowered his voice.

Old Yuan was stunned for a long time. He really helped Chen Jiao very much. Chen Jiao was very talented. The key was to work hard. In the back kitchen, he couldn't find a diligent and good temper than Chen Jiao.

In fact, Chen Jiao didn't think so much. His brain is simple. He just wanted to help Yuan Yuan in his usual way.

The little apprentice came back after scouring the rice. Chen Jiao glanced and said, "Go get a small pot of cold water, pour the rice in, and boil and call me."

"it is good!"

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Chen Jiao boiled a pot of porridge, white porridge, nothing!

The news reached the lobby, no one dared to spread the dishes, and the lobby manager dared not.

Old Yuan looked at Chen Jiao with surprise: "Are you... crazy?"

Chen Jiao scooped the white porridge into the blue and white porcelain dish and said, "No one will give me it myself."

Chen Jiao said very casually, did not take off his clothes, went out wearing a chef hat, and how many people turned their heads back along the way. Chen Jiao is actually very handsome, and his skin is very white and transparent. One meter and seven or five. There is a vortex in the corner of his mouth when he smiles, and his eyes are gentle and gentle.

When Chen Jiao knocked on the door of the private room and pushed the door of the private room with the white porridge on the door, he was barely dazzled by the rich in the room.

Chen Jiao wanted to laugh in his heart, but he did not hold back, but he smiled at the corner of his mouth.

Everyone in the private room looked sideways at Chen Jiao, looking at the handsome young man wearing a chef hat and chef uniform at the door.

Chen Jiao walked in. The atmosphere in the whole room and the private room did not match. It seemed to be a different kind, but this kind of alien looks really handsome, and wearing a chef's uniform also gave people a very refreshing feeling, so no one felt anything wrong.

"Here here!" Ye Fei waved to Chen Jiao.

Looking at the past, Chen Jiao saw that no one in the private room had any objections, so he walked up.

"My dad ate it!"

Chen Jiao understood that the man in the black suit sitting next to the child should be the big dog tonight.

Chen Jiaogong respectfully put the clear-bottomed porcelain plate on the tray in front of Ye Xiaotian, without a word, standing with his eyes down.

In the private room, everyone saw clearly that Ye Xiaotian had a bowl of white porridge in front of him. At that time, there was a real estate agent who was not calm. He almost fell the chopsticks in his hand. Fortunately, he was stopped by the person next to him and his eyes signaled. The real estate agent looked at Ye Xiaotian.

When Chen Jiao stood at the door of the private room, Ye Xiaotian raised his eyebrows. Ye Xiaotian had met many chefs in the hotel before, but this was the first time he saw such a handsome and transparent chef. The brows were beautiful, the corners of the mouth were hooked, and there was a shallow pear vortex, which seemed to bring a cool breath to the hot room when he walked in with the tray in. The chef in front of him gives a very different feeling, very stable and beautiful.

When Chen Jiao stooped down and brought the white porridge in front of Ye Xiaotian, Ye Xiaotian looked up at Chen Jiao's chin and lips, and withdrew his gaze.

He couldn't help smiling when he saw that he had a bowl of white porridge in front of him.

Next, Boss Ye Xiaotian drank a bowl of porridge in front of his son and the whole private room. When he put down the bowl and spoon, his throat and the throat were hot until he was in his heart. Ye Xiaotian drank a fine layer on his forehead and drank a layer of sweat on his forehead. He felt much more comfortable.

Ye Fei saw that Dad was eating so deliciously, and silently took a sip, saying, "Is Dad delicious?"

Ye Xiaotian turned his head, "It's delicious!"

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This is the first meeting between Chen Jiao and Ye Xiaotian. Years later, Ye Xiaotian recalled that his heart was warm. How good he wanted to be, he could do it in cooking, and he did not spend so much effort. Chasing people; and when Chen Jiao recalled the first time I met, there was only one feeling that the sick and burnt person of Margot didn’t drink porridge and eat seafood! ! ?

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