Gong Sheng doesn't often eat at home.
The presidential palace is busy with affairs and has to deal with a lot of things every day. It can be said that every day when you open your eyes, decisions on a larger level in the country are waiting for him to make a decision.
He controls the operation direction of the huge empire, forges allies, repells enemies, and uses other means to solve problems if he can not fight, so that the people of the empire can live a life of peace and prosperity without war, poverty and hunger. .
Therefore, his daily schedule is quite full.
If the three meals a day are not to receive foreign envoys, to meet with cabinet elders, or to hold meetings with heads of various departments to study, they eat state banquets or simple and quick working meals.
Anyway, he worked overtime every day until late at night and came back to sleep. This villa was more of a resting place for him than a home.
However, this night, instead of working overtime until late at night, he came back from get off work on time in the evening. When he stood in the courtyard, he felt a deep sense of "home".
His heart was slightly touched, and he couldn't help but stood on the spot and took a deep breath for a few seconds, then he opened his long legs and walked towards the villa.
As soon as he entered the door, to his surprise, Yunqiao was wearing an apron and came out with a bowl of something from the kitchen.
The little girl was still yelling softly while walking: "It's so hot, it's so hot"
The cook followed her nervously: "Miss Qiao, let me do it."
Yun Qiao curled her lips grinningly: "No, let me experience what it's like to pass food on."
The cook was helpless, and hurriedly supported it with her hands, lest she accidentally miss the hot stew pot and hit Yun Qiao's feet.
Seeing this, Gong Sheng hurried forward a few steps, took it from Yun Qiao's hand, and placed the stew pot firmly on the dining table.
The cook said nervously, "Master President, you are back."
Yun Qiao pursed her lips: "You came back just in time, you're stuck in time for dinner."
Gong Sheng didn't look at the soup on the table, but squeezed her hand instead: "It's so hot that the palm of my hand hasn't completely healed yet, so why are you just serving soup and water?"
Yun Qiao curled her lips: "How do I know this stew pot is so hot?"
In the past, there were little eunuchs and maids serving her. She didn't touch Yangchun water with her ten fingers, and she thought it was easy to hold a bowl. Who knew it would be so hot when touched, but she was too embarrassed to give up halfway.
Gong Sheng was speechless for a while, and then said angrily: "There is a thing called heat-resistant gloves, don't you know?"
Yun Qiao was curious: "Is there such a thing? I don't know about it."
Gong Sheng: ""
Zhang Bo hurried over to smooth things over: "My lord, tonight's meal is prepared for you by Miss Qiao herself. You see, the rice is steamed into distinct grains, and the vegetables are authentic. The most amazing thing is This Buddha jumped over the wall, but it is a lost ancient secret recipe."
Hearing this, Gong Sheng raised his eyebrows.
Yun Qiao did it all by himself.
He couldn't believe it.
It turned out that the smell of "home" he smelt when he was standing in the yard just now was the smell that Yun Qiao made for him.
Gong Sheng sat down at the dining table, took a deep breath, and the first thing he tasted was the bowl of Buddha jumping over the wall.
The rich aroma hits the nostrils.
He took a swig while it was hot.
Well, the soup is really rich and amazing.
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Gong Sheng frowned slightly.
Yun Qiao sat across from him, watching his reaction nervously.