Ye Xiaotian x Chen Jiao
When Chen Jiao received Wang Peipei's call, he had just helped Wang Peipei update the novel. He was about to press F5 to check the background comments when the phone rang.
It was an unfamiliar number. Chen Jiao answered the call. Without thinking, he leaned back on his chair and said, "Who is this?"
"It's me." Wang Peipei's voice sounded very serious, just like when she was in school. She was serious and serious, as if she wasn't happy to say another word.
Chen Jiao had not contacted Wang Peipei for several years at that time. When he suddenly heard her voice, he was stunned for a moment. Chen Jiao put his legs down from the desk and said, "What's the matter?"
Wang Peipei did not beat around the bush, nor did she reminisce about her old relationship with Chen Jiao. She said directly: "Where is the child?"
Chen Jiao was confused. He took the phone to his eyes and took a look to make sure he didn't have tinnitus. "What? What kid?"
Wang Peipei: "Chen Jiao, don't play Tai Chi with me. I asked where my son is!? I have returned to China and I want to pick up my child."
Wang Peipei's words penetrated Chen Jiao's ears. After digesting it in his head, he still didn't understand. Chen Jiao stood up, thought about it, and said to Wang Peipei in a way that allowed him to communicate normally with Wang Peipei: "Miss Wang, please tell me what you said." Clear, you called me to ask for your son? Are you sure you made the right call? First, I am gay, and second, you aborted the child after my brother died! Where is the child!?"
Chen Jiao has not mentioned his eldest brother to anyone for many years, and has even kept silent to his family members for the past few years, as if the Chen family has never had an eldest son but only Chen Jiao.
Wang Peipei said: "I gave birth to the child!"
Chen Jiao was struck by thunder in his head and almost couldn't stand. He stood stiffly holding on to the edge of the table. The arm holding the phone shook: "What did you say?"
Wang Peipei: "I gave birth to Chen Yuan's child and entrusted it to your mother to raise him. Now that I'm back, I want my son back!"
Chen Jiao's mind was in a mess. He was not a particularly smart and calm person, and he was not good at taking out a bunch of past and present things to analyze and understand what happened. He just felt very angry and angry. He remembered that Chen Yuan was dead. , Wang Peipei now actually has the nerve to mention his brother and children to him
"You're paralyzed!!" Chen Jiao held the phone, cursed and hung up!
Chen Jiao calmed down after that, thought about it carefully, and felt that something was wrong.
Assuming that what Wang Peipei said is true, and she did give birth to a child before Chen Yuan went abroad after his death, and gave it to Chen Jiao's mother to raise, then why has such a child never appeared in the family? The child is Chen Yuan's son, and Chen Yuan is dead. No matter how much the old lady hated Wang Peipei, she would have accepted the child, but there has never been a so-called "Chen Yuan and Wang Peipei's son" in the Chen family.
If what Wang Peipei said was false, did she go crazy and make this call to herself
Chen Jiao thought over and over again, but couldn't figure it out. At this time, his cell phone rang again. The restaurant called Chen Jiao and asked him to go back and support the place.
Chen Jiao is now working as a chef in a hotel. He was supposed to have a rest tonight, but the restaurant suddenly received a table of business. It was said that a real estate developer from out of town came with a very big background. This time he brought a four-year real estate property. Big project, stay in their hotel today!
Tonight's restaurant lobby manager was shaking as he spoke: "Brother Jiao... you, you, you... hurry up!! The kitchen can't hold it anymore. He said that the real estate agent was a little sick today and his tongue is not working well. He ate several times." I’m not satisfied with every dish, even my chopsticks are broken!!”
Chen Jiao held his mobile phone between his ears and cursed while putting on his jeans: "Hypocritical!! When you are sick, you have to drink porridge, why not eat abalone and seafood!!"
Although Chen Jiao said this, he changed his clothes quickly, grabbed his things and ran towards the hotel, temporarily forgetting about Wang Peipei.
Ye Xiaotian brought a four-year real estate project here this time. He was received by many big bosses and checked into a hotel that had been arranged long ago.
What's surprising is that Ye Xiaotian's companion is not a beauty, but a four-year-old baby.
The little boy has big eyes, fair skin, and a shaved head. When he meets a strange man, he calls him uncle, and when he sees a strange woman, he calls him aunt...
Someone said to Ye Xiaotian in a half-joking tone: "Mr. Ye, could this kid be your son? Haha, it would be quite cute to shave his head."
Ye Xiaotian had been suffering from a cold recently, and it was extremely uncomfortable to have a fever without sweating. He always had a cold face, but after hearing what the man said, his face became even colder. He touched the boy's bare forehead and said, "That's my son!"
There was a deathly silence after Ye Xiaotian's words. No one spoke at the table. Ye Fei looked left and right, then turned around and asked Ye Xiaotian stupidly: "Dad, why is no one talking?"
Ye Xiaotian looked at his son with gentle eyes and said, "Eat well and don't worry about other people."
Ye Fei: "Oh!"
Ye Fei ate very well, but Ye Xiaotian had no appetite at all. There was a fire in his throat, his head was swollen, and he was a little groggy. He couldn't drink, so naturally there would be no mingling with each other during the dinner. There was even a bottle in the private room. No red wine.
Ye Xiaotian's aura was very low, and the people around him didn't dare to flatter him. The person who was joking with Ye Xiaotian just now has completely disappeared. Ye Xiaotian didn't care about the others, he took the chopsticks to eat the food, frowned after taking a mouthful, drank water, took another mouthful, frowned, drank another mouthful of water, and then put down the chopsticks.
Ye Fei opened his eyes and asked curiously: "Dad, isn't the food delicious?"
Ye Xiaotian said directly: "Yes."
Ye Fei has been following Ye Xiaotian at dinner parties since he was a child, and helped his father fend off a lot of drinks by himself. He was not shy at all at the dinner table, shouting outside at the top of his lungs: "Uncle or auntie of the waiter?!"
There was a waiter standing at the door of the private room. He quickly pushed the door open and said, "What are your orders?"
Ye Fei knelt down on the chair, straightened his back, and said sideways: "My dad said the food tastes terrible, can you make delicious food?!"
Ye Xiaotian let Ye Fei come over without stopping him at all. The waiter was a little stunned when he saw a child opening his mouth. He didn't know what to do. The lobby manager quickly came in and said hello: "Sorry, sorry, Mr. Ye thinks the food is not to our taste. We will immediately Just go and change! Wait a moment, everyone!"
Ye Xiaotian touched his son's head and nodded.
When Chen Jiao arrived in the kitchen, the entire restaurant was already busy. The big patrons said the food was unpalatable. All the people sitting in a private room were all well-known entrepreneurs in the city! If you directly deny the food in their hotel, what kind of business will they do in the future?
The chef on duty that day was annoyed and angry. He got angry at some of the second chefs, and he didn't know what to do with the pots and spoons on the stove!
Chen Jiao changed his clothes and came in, put on his hat, and said, "Don't be angry! It's obviously the boss who is sick and has no appetite. What does it have to do with the kitchen?"
Lao Yuan sighed: "I know that too! But what do you think I should do with this dish next? Everything tastes terrible! I'll just resign!"
Chen Jiaochong looked at the stones on the countertop and said to a young apprentice standing next to him: "Go wash the rice!"
"Ah?" The young apprentice was stunned, and Lao Yuan also looked at Chen Jiao in surprise.
Chen Jiao said: "I'll do it. I'll be responsible if anything goes wrong."
Lao Yuan was so busy: "Chen Jiao, what are you doing? I'm on duty today, and I'm in charge of the kitchen! If anything goes wrong, of course I'll be responsible for it! Don't mess around!"
Chen Jiao smiled and turned around to ignore Lao Yuan. Lao Yuan then turned around and said, "You..."
"Lao Yuan, you helped me a lot in the past. This matter is no big deal. Your whole family relies on you. What can I do by myself?" Chen Jiao said in a low voice.
Lao Yuan was stunned for a moment. He had indeed been helping Chen Jiao. Chen Jiao was very talented, but the key was to work hard. There was no one in the kitchen who was more diligent and good-tempered than Chen Jiao.
Chen Jiao actually didn't think too much about it. He was a simple-minded person and just thought that Lao Yuan usually helped him so much that he should reciprocate a little.
When the young apprentice came back from washing rice, Chen Jiao took a look and said, "Go get a small pot and fill it with cold water. Pour the rice in. When it boils, call me."
"good!"
Chen Jiao cooked a pot of porridge, white porridge, without adding anything!
When the news reached the lobby, no one dared to pass the food, not even the lobby manager.
Old Yuan looked at Chen Jiao in surprise: "Are you... crazy?"
Chen Jiao scooped the white porridge into a porcelain plate with a blue and white bottom and said, "No one will give it to me, so I will give it to myself."
Chen Jiao said it casually. He didn't even take off his clothes and went out with a chef's hat on his head. Many people turned their heads sideways along the way. Chen Jiao is actually very handsome, with very fair and translucent skin. He is 1.75 meters tall. There is a dimple at the corner of his mouth when he smiles. His eyes are calm and gentle when he looks at people.
Chen Jiao knocked on the door of the private room. When he pushed open the private room door with a plate of porridge, he was almost dazzled by a room full of wealthy people, all of whom looked very handsome in suits.
Chen Jiao wanted to laugh in his heart, but he couldn't hold it back on his face, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
Everyone in the private room all turned their heads to look at Chen Jiao and the handsome young man wearing a chef's hat and chef's uniform at the door.
When Chen Jiao walked in, he didn't fit in with the atmosphere in the private room. He seemed like an alien. But this alien was really handsome, and wearing a chef's uniform gave people a very refreshing feeling, so no one thought there was anything wrong.
"Here, here!" Ye Fei waved his hand at Chen Jiao.
Chen Jiao looked over and saw that no one in the private room had any objections, so he walked over.
“My daddy’s food!”
Chen Jiao understood that the man in a black suit sitting on the main seat next to the child must be the big dog who was unlucky enough to be sick tonight.
Chen Jiao respectfully brought the clear-flowered porcelain plate on the tray to Ye Xiaotian, without saying a word, and stood aside with his eyes lowered.
It was quiet in the private room. Everyone could clearly see that there was a bowl of white porridge in front of Ye Xiaotian. At that time, a real estate developer became uneasy and almost dropped the chopsticks in his hand. Fortunately, someone nearby saw him and stopped him. 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 known many chefs in hotels before, but this was the first time he saw such a handsome and transparent chef. With delicate eyebrows, a hooked mouth, and a shallow pear dimple, when he walked in with a tray, he seemed to bring a refreshing breath to this hot private room. The chef in front of me gives people a very different feeling, very stable and beautiful.
When Chen Jiao bent down and brought the porridge to Ye Xiaotian, Ye Xiaotian raised his eyes and glanced at Chen Jiao's chin and lips, then calmly looked away.
When he saw clearly that there was a bowl of white porridge in front of him, he couldn't help but smile.
Next, the boss Ye Xiaotian drank up a bowl of porridge in front of his son and the entire private room. When he put down the bowl and spoon, his throat was burning all the way to his heart. After Ye Xiaotian finished drinking, there was a thin layer of sweat on his forehead and a layer of sweat on the back of his neck, and he felt much better.
Seeing that his father was eating so deliciously, Ye Fei took a sip of water silently and said, "Is it delicious, father?"
Ye Xiaotian tilted his head, "It's delicious!"
This was the first time that Chen Jiao and Ye Xiaotian met. Many years later, Ye Xiaotian felt warm in his heart when he recalled it. He thought how wonderful it was that cooking could be done to his heart. No wonder he spent so much effort. Chasing people; and when Chen Jiao recalled the first meeting, he only had one feeling: What kind of seafood can a sick and feverish person in Magan eat if he doesn't drink porridge and boil it? !