The next morning, the weather in southern Beijing, which had been sunny for more than a week, was about to change again.

The weather forecast says there will be light snow in the next two to three days.

Meng Sheng didn't sleep well last night. When he got up, it was already half past eight. He looked at the gloomy sky outside the window and frowned slightly.

She turned around, went to the bathroom to wash up, went downstairs, walked straight to the dining table and sat down. Aunt Zhang immediately brought breakfast to her.

Although the breakfast is not large, it is quite rich.

There were shrimp dumplings, a small bowl of pumpkin millet porridge, two blackcurrant waffles and two pan-fried buns, as well as a small plate of cut fruit.

Aunt Zhang smiled and said, "This pumpkin millet porridge and waffles were made specially for you by the young master this morning."

Meng Sheng heard this and his eyes fell on the waffle.

There was a hint of surprise in her calm and beautiful almond-shaped eyes, "He's just learning this?"

Aunt Zhang nodded. "When I came in the morning, it was still dark. The only light on in the whole villa was in the kitchen. I thought someone forgot to turn off the lights last night.

As a result, when I went over, I found that the young master was kneading dough inside. The waffles failed twice and were finally made after seven o'clock. Why don't you try it first to see how it tastes and whether you like it?"

Looking across the entire Beijing city, which young man from a wealthy family would get up before dawn to knead dough and cook for his wife?

Apart from him, there is probably no one else.

He was always willing to spend time and effort for her.

Also very patient.

There seemed to be a ripple in her heart. She paused for a few seconds, picked up the fork and tasted a piece. The skin was crispy and the inside was soft, with distinct layers.

The taste is good.

However, before he could swallow it, a text message flashed on the screen of the mobile phone on the table.

[Shang Boyu sent Ning Weiwei a waffle and pumpkin millet porridge half an hour ago. Ning Weiwei asked for the waffle.]

Meng Sheng's expression relaxed for a moment.

The calmness in his eyes was instantly frost-colored.

oh.

It turns out that the thought was not for her, but for Ning Weiwei.

Her contribution was just a coincidence.

This word sounds so familiar.

She scoffed, her grip on the fork tightening.

All the kindness, tenderness and affection he had shown her disappeared like bubbles under the blue sky.

Now, he has started cooking for another woman.

His stomach churned, Meng Sheng frowned, quickly took out a tissue, and spit out the waffles he had not yet swallowed.

"It tastes too buttery. I can't get used to it. Take it away."

After saying that, she pushed away the pumpkin millet porridge, picked up the shrimp dumplings and stuffed them into her mouth, trying to cover up the taste of waffles in her mouth.

Aunt Zhang was a little surprised, but she thought that she was pregnant and was most sensitive to smells.

She didn't say much and quickly took the two items away.

"I've made a note of it. I'll tell the young master when he comes back. I'll also pay more attention to the food in the future."

Meng Sheng just nodded.

Maybe it was because of the waffle that she lost her appetite. She barely finished four steamed dumplings and put down her chopsticks. She didn't even drink a sip of the milk that Aunt Zhang brought to her.

She was just about to get up and go upstairs to change her clothes when her cell phone dinged again.

[Ning Weiwei brought the waffles that Shang Boyu gave her to the art museum and shared them with her colleagues, showing off that her boyfriend made them for her.]

Meng Sheng paused as he stood up.

show off?

Her eyes narrowed slightly.

Suddenly it felt ridiculous.

Okay, Ning Weiwei, as an underground lover, is always showing off this or that, so as the legal wife, she can show off as well.

"Aunt Zhang, how many waffles are left?"

"Master made too much this morning and didn't control the amount well. He took three servings with him when he left. Now, excluding the one you didn't finish, there are still four servings."

"Then help me pack four copies."

Aunt Zhang didn't ask her where she was taking it, she just agreed and went to the kitchen.

Meng Sheng went upstairs to change his clothes, took the waffles that Aunt Zhang had packed, and went to the art museum.

When she walked to the curatorial office area, she saw that several people from Group A, including Yuan Siying, were almost finishing their waffles.

She smiled and asked, "Are you still having breakfast?"

Upon hearing this, everyone stood up and greeted them. Yuan Siying replied, "We have all eaten. This was given to Sister Weiwei by her boyfriend. She said she couldn't finish it, so she brought it for us to try."

Ning said with a hint of regret, but couldn't stop the smugness that was about to overflow from his eyes.

"I'm so sorry, Shengsheng, if you had come ten minutes earlier, we could have tried..."

"It's okay." Meng Sheng interrupted her, looking at her with a faint smile, "What a coincidence, I also brought some waffles, which my husband made himself."

"It looks... a bit like Weiwei's. You guys should try it too. It should taste pretty good."

Then, she handed the bag to Yuan Siying, "Xiaoying, share it with everyone else. I can't stand the smell of butter."

Yuan Siying stepped forward to take it and responded with a smile, "Okay."

Meng Sheng looked at Ning Weiwei and said in a gentle voice, "Weiwei, it doesn't matter if I didn't get to eat yours. You can try what I brought."

Waffles made by Shang Boyu?

That's not...

Half of the color on Ning Weiwei's face faded away in an instant.

She looked at the waffles that Yuan Siying distributed, and her heart seemed to be suddenly gripped by something. Every time she took a breath, she would feel a slight pain.

She forced herself to calm down and tried her best to hide the embarrassment on her face, "Okay...Okay."

When she received the waffles handed to her by Yuan Siying, her eyes darkened and she bit her lips lightly.

Sure enough, it was the same as the one Shang Boyu gave him.

She clenched her fists.

What does Meng Sheng mean?

Did you come here on purpose to hit her in the face?

But how did she know?

Could it be... another coincidence?

While she was thinking, those who had tasted the food had already started giving their feedback.

"Director, the waffles here taste similar to the ones Weiwei brought."

"Yeah, even the sweetness seems to be about the same."

"And they are all black currants."

“…”

Meng Sheng looked at the nervousness and panic in Ning Weiwei's eyes.

I felt it was ironic in my heart, but on my face I showed just the right amount of surprise, "Oh, really? Same? Weiwei, your waffles were made by your boyfriend?"

"I said a few days ago that your boyfriend and my husband look a lot like each other. Now they even have the same skill in making waffles. They are really destined to be together. We must find a time for them to meet."

Ning's breathing paused slightly.

Facing the puzzled and inquiring eyes of the crowd, she suppressed the hatred and anger in her chest and said with a smile, "He is a young master, how can he cook? He can't compare to Shang Boyu.

I bought this in a bakery. Does it taste similar? Let me try it.”

As she spoke, she took a bite of the waffle and praised, "Mm, delicious, Shang Boyu's cooking skills are pretty good, the taste is good enough to open a shop."

Meng Sheng looked at the genuine smile on her face.

She really admired Ning Weiwei's ability to respond on the spot.

Look, these few words, avoiding the main point, easily dispelled the doubts in everyone's hearts.

but……

She glanced at Yuan Siying who was frowning in deep thought.

Well, it doesn’t matter whether other people are suspicious now or not, as long as Yuan Siying is suspicious, it’s enough.

She brought the subject back to the topic, "That's an exaggeration. It's definitely far from what your boyfriend bought."

Ning Weiwei's smile faded a little, "You are being too modest. I think what Shang Boyu makes is just as delicious as what's sold in the bakery."

bite!

The text message alert in Meng Sheng's bag suddenly rang, interrupting the undercurrent in their conversation.

Her fingers holding the bag paused slightly.

Since the goal has been achieved, there is no need to continue chatting nonsense with Ning Weiwei.

"Okay, I'll pass on your compliments to him." She smiled, "You guys are busy."

Yuan Siying frowned and looked at Ning Weiwei's figure, and the words Meng Sheng said to her that day emerged in her mind.

Stay away from Ning Weiwei.

Learn bad things.

She lowered her eyes again and looked at the waffles in her hand, and suddenly a bold guess came to her mind.

Meng Sheng returned to the office and took out her cell phone from her bag to read the text messages.

[Yu Qionghua held a management meeting at Yueqifang at 2pm. Yueqifang will reopen in three days.]

Her eyes moved. She was thinking yesterday that Yueqifang was not open for business. It would be awkward to go there directly without a reason.

The opportunity has come.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, on her way to the beauty salon, she bought a box of some snacks and cakes.

When we arrived, Yu Qionghua and several members of the management team had just finished a meeting.

Seeing her standing outside, Yu Qionghua was a little surprised, "Shengsheng? Why are you here?"

Meng Sheng smiled and said, "I heard about it yesterday. I thought the beauty salon would reopen in the next few days, so I wanted to come and take a look. I also bought some snacks for you."

Yu Qionghua pulled her to sit down, full of heartache, "You are so thoughtful. You are pregnant and have to manage such a large art museum. Why do you still worry about the beauty salon? Aren't you tired?"

Meng Sheng said, "I'm just a little worried. How is the beauty salon doing during the closure? Is it greatly affected by this incident?"

Yu Qionghua poured her a glass of warm water and sighed, "There is definitely an impact. Since the closure, 11 ladies and girls have withdrawn from the membership. No matter how I persuaded or explained, it was useless."

Hearing this, Meng Sheng also made a sad face, "This has happened again and again, and customers are lost. You should be more open-minded."

"There's nothing we can do if we don't look at it in a positive way. We can only blame the person who reported us, Yueqifang. He has such a dark heart!"

Meng Sheng paused. She couldn't respond to this.

After all, the person behind the report on Yueqifang was her uncle.

I could only drink some warm water to moisten my throat.

After less than ten seconds of silence, Yu Qionghua's phone rang. She stood up and said, "Shengsheng, I'm going to take a call. You sit down and eat something."

"It's okay, just do your thing and don't worry about me."

Seeing her smiling and chatting with the person on the phone, Meng Sheng put down the cup and looked at the coffee table.

The coffee table is made of two white logs of different heights, with a panel support underneath. If you place a bug on it, it can be discovered as long as you bend down to pick something up.

Can't put it there.

She frowned and her eyes quickly scanned the surroundings.

But after a final patrol, it was found that either the place was not suitable for hiding the bug, or it was too far away.

Neither is suitable.

When she turned her gaze back, she inadvertently glanced at the double-layer wooden rack for potted plants on the right.

The shelf is made of walnut, with a pot of rose on top and a pot of Clivia below.

The bottom tray is close to the ground, and even if it is moved easily, it is not easy to see what is stuck under the tray.

Unless someone lifts up the entire shelf to take a look.

Meng Sheng's eyes flashed and he locked onto the target directly.

He took out the bug from his bag, glanced at Yu Qionghua who was still on the phone, and walked to the shelf as if nothing had happened. He squatted down slowly as if he was admiring the pot of Clivia.

The hand holding the bug quickly reached into the gap between the pallet and the ground and stuck the bug in the middle of the pallet.

She just took her hand out of the gap, but before she could put it back, Yu Qionghua had hung up the phone and looked back at her, "Shengsheng, what are you doing?"

Hearing the voice, Meng Sheng's back trembled.

The hand hanging by her leg froze instantly. She could feel the burning gaze behind her staring at her tightly, perhaps with inquiry and suspicion in it.

The heat frightened her.

"What's wrong? Are you looking for something?" Yu Qionghua walked over and asked with concern.

Meng Sheng frowned slightly.

Whether it was her tone or her words, Yu Qionghua seemed to care about her.

But she somehow heard a cliché in these words.

The reason of "looking for something" is like an innocent trap.

As soon as she steps in, there will be only darkness in the bottomless pit.

She pursed her lips, her eyes fell on the pot of Clivia, and smiled, "No. I'm looking at this pot of Clivia, the flowers are blooming beautifully."

Yu Qionghua also looked at the pot of Clivia, and then her gaze moved to Meng Sheng's beautiful and delicate face.

He laughed and said, "This one is actually quite easy to raise. I didn't even have to worry about it."

"Really?" Meng Sheng withdrew his hand very naturally and stood up. "Next time I buy a potted plant, I will come to you to learn from you."

"No need to buy any. There are Clivia in the yard of the old house. If you like them, just bring a few pots home to grow them at night."

"Okay, then I won't be polite."

Meng Sheng had a bright smile on his face, and as he spoke, his eyes glanced at the cabinet behind the desk.

It seems that there will be no chance to get the young master's information and evaluation form today.

Although I felt a little regretful, I could finally slowly exhale the breath that was stuck in my throat.