Prosperous Marriage: The Hidden Rules of the Entertainment Industry

It wasn't until lunch that she understood what Xia Tian meant when he said, "The president has been in a bad mood these past two days." She ran up and down and changed n number of meals, but she couldn't get approval from her boss.

Swear to God, she really wanted to grab the dinner plate and put her hands on her hips like a kindergarten teacher, "Child Cheng Jihang, since you don't want to eat, then don't eat. The teacher will also give you apple pie and almond biscuits in the afternoon."

For other kids.”

It's a pity that Cheng Jihang didn't look like someone who would be intimidated by apple pie and almond biscuits. To be honest, looking at his long legs wrapped in suit trousers, she wondered if he was anything other than a glass of vegetable juice every morning.

Neither eats it.

When the food on the dinner plate was replaced by the third portion of Brittany blue lobster, and Cheng Jihang finally nodded obediently, Gu Wanwan almost knelt down and shouted "Thank you, Lord, for your kindness".

"Can you peel it off?" Just when she was about to retreat and go out to chat with Xia Tian while eating cake, a cold voice suddenly spoke.

She looked at the dark blue lobster on the exquisite bone china plate, as well as the beautifully decorated honeydew melon, tomatoes, and transparent amber spice jelly around it. She hesitated for a while and said, "Maybe."

"Then let's do it." Cheng Jihang put his elbows on the table and crossed his ten fingertips in front of him like a pagoda.

One grab, one suck, one pull, one peel, one chew, one poke, one bite... She silently recited the fourteen-character secret of shrimp peeling, first grabbed the lobster and separated its tail and head.

"How have you been these two days at Gulfstream Aerospace?" He leaned back slightly on the chair and asked suddenly.

Boss, are you going to take the people-friendly route? If you want to take the people-friendly route, don’t eat such strange and expensive things. I miss her Gu Wanwan, the seed contestant who claims to have “eat the Thirteen-Fragrance Crayfish Street”, and I have never seen her.

There are blue shrimps like this.

She grabbed the back of the shrimp shell with her left hand, gently opened it with her back hand, took out the shrimp roe, and nodded, "It's very good. Their company's products are excellent and their service is good. Even the airport pick-up guy is handsome."

Cheng Jihang was silent for a moment and then changed the topic, "I heard that you came back and brought gifts to Amanda and the others?"

She began to crack the shrimp shells, "Yes, I brought cakes and airplane models." After saying that, she suddenly looked up at him and hurriedly defended, "I bought them myself, not as a kickback."

Ji Hang was silent for a long time before he spoke, "Then you have nothing to give me?"

Done! Gu Wanwan looked at the Brittany blue lobster that he had successfully dismembered with great joy. He felt that his skill was worthy of his master. He was about to claim the credit when he looked up and saw the boss frowning with an angry look on his face.

Involuntarily, my brain stopped working for three seconds, and I took out the air tickets and taxi invoices from Hartsfield-Jackson International Airport in City C from my pocket, muttering to myself: "Amanda said, just give these to her."

This meal was really difficult and slow to eat. Gu Wanwan sat aside and watched Cheng Jihang eat the lobster in small bites with great grace and care. He thought blankly, especially when

While she was still hungry, the lobster was very delicious, like a gift from God. I hope I can still enjoy the same delicacy tomorrow." He took a sip of white wine, took off the pure white scarf from his collar, and applied it gracefully.

Wiping his fingers, there was a smile on his cold face that was either mocking or sarcastic.

Gu Wanwan didn't care whether he was sarcastic or sarcastic. She was so hungry that her stomach was about to rebel. She rushed to the kitchen with bone china tableware and silver cutlery and conveyed the president's highest praise to the chef.

But the French chef didn't buy it. He placed the empty dinner plate with two other complete and cold Brittany blue lobsters, his mustache trembling angrily, "Tell me, why are these same ingredients,

Will a lobster cooked with the same cooking method, all cooked by me, be as good as a gift from God, but as bad as the devil's dinner? Tomorrow, will I be cooking God's gift, or will I be cooking the devil's dinner?

dinner?!"