230: C230 A Tool Man at Your Call?

C230 A Tool Man at Your Call?

Yan Shu couldn't help but sigh when she saw this.

She also realized that no matter what happened, the man always had a calm expression, as if he did not know how to write the word 'anxious'.

The only thing that could make that man anxious was probably his precious son.

Yan Shu looked up and saw Fu Jingyan sitting opposite her with one hand on his chin. He looked at the scenery outside the window and seemed to be unhappy.

She frowned worriedly and was about to ask when her phone rang and a new email came.

Yan Shu clicked on the email and after seeing the content, she pursed her lips.

"What did you see? This expression?" Shan Yin leaned over and looked at Yan Shu's phone. He quickly finished reading the email.

"So it is your mistress's son-in-law. Number 10 is going to hold a banquet in the Yunton Hotel of Jingshi."

Shan Yin put one hand on the back of the sofa, as if he was holding Yan Shu in his arms. "I heard that Director Gao invited some officials to make a table of good food and treat them well."

"Your mistress is so funny. After she found out that your master had cancer. She designed your master to leave the house and live a carefree life." Shan Yin clicked his tongue and his eyes were very cold. "Now that my son-in-law needs to expand his connections, I'll ask you to help him."

"What do you think you are? A tool person who can come at any time?"

"She knows that I have returned to the country. She also found my email and asked me to help her. How can I not go?" Yan Shu said. Thinking of her deceased master, she felt a wave of melancholy in her heart.

She was not a genius when it came to cooking. It was because of her hard work the day after tomorrow and also because she had a good master.

In those few years when she was studying cooking in a kitchen in a certain restaurant in the United States, her master practically treated her as a personal disciple and taught her all the good culinary skills.

Regarding the matter of her master's family, even if her master did not say it, Yan Shu did not ask either.

Until her master returned to the United States and suddenly passed away after a few days, Yan Shu let Shan Yin investigate.

It was only then that she discovered that her master had lost his elder daughter a few years ago. She had always been depressed, plus she loved smoking and drinking. She had contracted terminal lung cancer.

When her master returned to the country that time, she divorced her master's wife.

Yan Shu buried her master.

She originally did not want to interfere with the matters of her Master's family or people, but before her Master passed away, she left a letter saying that Mistress came to beg her and hoped that she could help.

Her master was her benefactor and had given her a good set of culinary skills. Whatever he said, Yan Shu would do it.

"We, Shu, are too kind." Shan Yin used his fingers to hook a strand of her long hair and played with it. "When the time comes, I'll go with you. I don't want you to be bullied."

Yan Shu cast a sidelong glance at him. "Who do you think can bully me?"

"Then give me a chance to be a prince on a white horse, okay?" Shan Yin's thin lips curled slightly. "Or else, your kitchen assistant?"

"Heh! If you don't blow up the kitchen, I'll be thankful."

As the two of them chatted, Shan Yin acutely felt that there was a camera aimed at him outside the window.

He narrowed his eyes and pretended to be completely unaware. His fingers continued to wrap around Yan Shu's long hair and even leaned towards her.

In a corner across from the restaurant, a man wearing a cap was hiding. The camera in his hand was aimed at Yan Shu and ___.

After pressing the shutter and taking a few pictures, the man put away the camera and quietly left.

The few of them stayed for a while after the Pivotal Victory customer finished eating. When they went out, it was already very dark.

On the way back, Yan Shu received a call from Lyi Xingruo. She seemed to be drunk and spoke drunk, which made Yan Shu very worried.0

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