Mr Gu’s First Doting Marriage

Make dumplings?

Fang Zhengdong thought he heard it wrong.

Gu Qichen has already begun to instruct him: "Go and wash the celery you just bought and chop it up."

Fang Zhengdong sighed in his heart.

He knew that the president would not give him a holiday easily.

But Fang Zhengdong was very curious.

Why did the president suddenly get so excited that he wants to cook by himself, or make dumplings that are particularly troublesome.

Fang Zhengdong went to get the ingredients from the refrigerator, and said, "President, don't you like dumplings?"

Gu Qichen actually doesn't like pasta very much.

Fang Zhengdong has been with him for so many years, so he knows his food preferences very well.

Gu Qichen said naturally: "It's for summer. He can only eat some easy-to-digest food after he falls asleep every time. The dumplings are just right and the nutrition is balanced."

Fang Zhengdong continued to be surprised.

It turned out to be for that little group.

President, are you treating Xiaotuanzi as your own son?

Do you know that the company's official business is piled up like a mountain, and the managers of various departments are waiting for you for a meeting.

And you have the time to make dumplings for Xiaotuanzi at home?

Of course, Fang Zhengdong only dared to slander these words in his stomach.

On the surface, he even praised, the president is really a good man at home, and in the future he will be a good husband and father.

The process of making dumplings is very troublesome. You make the stuffing yourself, ferment the flour and roll out the dough, and finally you have to make dumplings.

The two big men were busy for almost an afternoon, and they finally made dumplings for the whole table.

With so many dumplings, it is probably enough for Xiaotuanzi to eat for half a month.

Fang Zhengdong asked: "President, didn't you say that the parents of the dumplings will definitely come to pick up the little dumplings in the past two days? How can he finish eating so many dumplings?"

Gu Qichen frowned slightly: "You prepare a small refrigerator, and let him take it away when you can't finish eating."

Fang Zhengdong was speechless.

President, Xiaotuanzi lives in the United States.

Is it possible to bring a refrigerator back all the way?

They don't lack your rations either!

But no matter what Gu Qichen said, Fang Zhengdong could only do as he said.

In the evening, Xiaotuanzi woke up.

Gu Qichen happened to cook a pot of dumplings.

In the evening, Gu Qichen also left Fang Zhengdong for dinner.

The stuffing is made by the president and the dumplings are made by the president.

Fang Zhengdong was just playing tricks.

Fang Zhengdong did not expect that the taste made by the CEO would be very delicious.

Fang Zhengdong ate a lot, and when he put down his chopsticks, he praised: "President, your cooking skills are amazing. No wonder Miss Xia used to say that you are a chef who was delayed by the CEO."

After Fang Zhengdong said these words, his heart skipped a beat.

For so many years, she has always been cautious in her words and deeds in front of Gu Qichen.

That person's name has always been a taboo.

It was probably because the president treated him like a friend today, and suddenly crossed the line.

Sure enough, Gu Qichen's face turned cold.

Fang Zhengdong was about to apologize.

Xiaotuanzi next to him suddenly said, "Uncle, I want another bowl. Your dumplings are the best I've ever eaten."

Being praised by Xiaotuanzi like this, Gu Qichen's gloomy face quickly eased up.

There was even a hint of a smile: "I'll serve it for you, if it tastes good, you can eat more."

Fang Zhengdong was so grateful to Xiaotuanzi for the first time, it almost saved his life.

Fang Zhengdong stood up courteously: "President, let me go to Sheng."

After dinner, Fang Zhengdong went back.

Xiaotuanzi went to the study to read by himself.

At this moment, Xia Yangyang's car was parked under a plane tree outside Fengting Villa.

She followed Xia Ye's location and chased here from the capital all the way...