719: C719 Sour and Spicy

C719 Sour and Spicy

"Tell the head chef what you want to eat and your preferences." Fu Sihan received a call from a company and was about to go to the study to handle his work.

"Well, I can do whatever I want. I am not picky about food." Wanwan wanted to say that it was not so troublesome.

"Since we are going to do something special, then it will be more comfortable."

... "" Alright, she was convinced.

Not long after the meal, the head chef came over to ask Yan Wanwan about the issue of the meal. He listened to Yan Wanwan as he recorded it.

"Madam seems to have started to like eating sour food recently." The head chef keenly discovered that things were different from usual. In the past, when he was in the First Stage Garden, he would judge the flavors of the two people and the ingredients they liked based on the remaining amount of food the teacher and wife had. It was convenient for him to have some preferences the next time he cooked.

Wanwan thought for a while and seemed to say, "But I also quite like the spiciness."

Recently, her taste seemed to have become heavier. She felt that the sourness and spiciness were not bad, but she did not like the sweetness.

The head chef recorded in detail one by one. At the same time, he also discovered that Yan Wanwan's appetite had increased.

However, as a qualified subordinate, he had to learn to "not ask about it."

After Madam left, the head chef quietly went to the study room and showed the contents of his records to Fu Sihan.

"Do you like sour food?" Fu Sihan could not help but frown when he saw the word "sour."

"Madam said so, but she also likes spicy food, so I plan to make more sour and spicy dishes in the future." The head chef said.

Fu Sihan saw the word "spicy" at the back and his expression became slightly better.

It was commonly said that sour and spicy women.

Fu Sanshao, who had learned modern biology, scoffed at this feudal superstitious saying. It was obvious that the gender depended on whether his father gave Y or X to him.

However, he now found the word "sour" unpleasant to the eye!

Son?

Just thinking about it made his heart ache!

"Within Yan Wanwan's acceptable range, it's a bit spicy, don't be sour." The order given by Third Young Master Fu was just as overbearing as his personality.

Head chef, "???"

Why was there such an operation?

You asked me to ask what Madam likes to eat, and now you're saying you won't let her eat sour food?

But it's not good to know if you eat too much spicy food.

The honest chef who only knew how to cook did not think about the 'sour and spicy women' at all. Especially in his heart, Mr. Fu was a typical modern scientist who completely abandoned the old ideas of feudal civilization.

If Steward Lin was standing there, he would understand what Fu Sihan was thinking and could not help but advise, "Sir, wake up. Whether a son is a woman or not can't be changed by eating anything!"

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The competition in Imperial Capital for Super Model was coming to an end.

The hard photos took three days. The contestants put on makeup and made their appearances, and then the organizers distributed the photographers. The hard photos would be given a rating on stage T.

This competition was named "Fenghua." Whether it was a hard photo or a show, it had to reflect the style of the east.

"Fenghua" started in the evening. Using the natural light in the evening and the lights hidden in the pavilions to facilitate the effect of the show, the long corridors, pavilions, and stairs in the manor became the ready-made show.0

The staff and models of the organizing committee were as busy as a spinning top. Only a few of them and Nora, who was the host, were relatively free.

However, to be honest, only Yan Wanwan and Nola were free. The other four mentors were actually busy.

Melvin and Innis were the leading figures in the industry. This time, there were many people queuing up to ask them out. Corker and Cen Ye also had to take care of magazines and exhibitions.

Wanwan also had a spokesperson to film, but the location was in Tai City Lin Province. She would go to Tai City next week to film.

"Miss Yan is different. Everyone is eating lunch boxes. You are the only one who is being unreasonable. Why do you have to send food? Are you unable to eat the food prepared by the organizers?" At lunchtime, Nola said in a strange tone.

Tong Tong went to pick up the lunch for Yan Wanwan. Tong Tong said that the weather was too hot and it was not suitable for Yan Wanwan to go out. She even asked Michelle to watch Yan Wanwan.

Wanwan felt that Tong Tong recently treated herself as a fragile porcelain doll and simply took care of everything.

Fortunately, the servants who came to take care of Yan Wanwan had very high EQ. Not only did they prepare Yan Wanwan's lunch, but they also prepared Michelle and Tong Tong's share. Michelle was happy for a long time because of this.

In her words, she said, "Finally, I have a feeling that this cousin of mine was not picked up!"

Nola originally scoffed at Yan Wanwan's actions of opening a small restaurant alone. He only felt that this was an act of a son who could not be put on the table.

Everyone agreed to eat the meals arranged by the organizing committee. Only Yan Wanwan would eat alone. Why would he pretend to be a little princess? She was a young lady from a noble family, yet she did not act like a big shot!

However, she realized that the food was actually given to her by someone arranged by Fu Sihan!

How could she tolerate that!?

Just looking at the lunchbox made her uncomfortable!

Wanwan had just received today's lunch and when she heard that, she raised her eyelids.

Several staff members and models who were drinking water and resting also looked at her.

One had to admit that this Miss Nora was an expert at guiding people's thoughts. She was very good at forcing her personal thoughts into everyone's minds without batting an eyelid.

"Of course not." Wanwan put down her chopsticks and habitually maintained the best etiquette outside. She ate without moving her chopsticks and did not eat.

She said unhurriedly, "Miss Nola, there are two problems with your words. First, the organizers prepared food from the manor's restaurant. It's not a bento box, even if the food prepared here is not to your liking. It shouldn't be to the extent of being reduced to a bento box, right? Secondly, I didn't eat with everyone and didn't cause any trouble for the organizers. Lastly, it seems like Miss Nola has a lot of things to do."

Nola widened his eyes in disbelief.

Why is she the only one with more things to do? What was up with Yan Wanwan? It was clearly her who was tearing at Yan Wanwan. Why was Yan Wanwan making a false accusation?

"Miss Nola said at noon the day before yesterday that the lobsters prepared by the restaurant were not Australian lobsters. Last night, she was unhappy that the beef was not Japanese or Japanese. At noon today, she wanted to eat the authentic French snail again," Wanwan confirmed the false accusation. She tilted her head and asked with a smile. " How can you do that? Do you think this manor is owned by your family? Or is the organizer your relative? So many requests? In addition, this was a Chinese style manor, and all the food and beverages were in line with the customs of China. As long as you try a bit, or rather... you won't ask for Australian lobsters, Japanese lobsters, cows, or French snails."

" Puchi - "

The originally quiet restaurant instantly burst into laughter. Originally, everyone was afraid of Nola's identity and did not dare to laugh. However, there was always someone with an iron head and an active leader.

"Hahahahaha! Hahahahahaha... I can't take it anymore, I'm going to die of laughter! It's been a long time since I've seen such a funny person! "

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