Chapter 74 Cook

"Hey, who is this? Tsk tsk, are you a starving ghost reincarnated?" Yan Hong concentrated on eating, ignoring Jiang Ziyi's provocation.

Jiang Ziyi twirled the car keys with his fingers, leaning against the dining table, "Why, are you attracted to my uncle's cook? Do you know how much she earns a month?"

Yan Hong stuffed a large mouthful of rice into his mouth, chewing and sneering: "Can't I afford a cook? Jiang Xiaojian, please don't think of me as a playboy like you, okay? After all, I make money with my own ability."

Jiang Ziyi smiled maliciously, "Do you know who she is? She is a top student at the French Academy of Guise. Her family has been a royal chef for eight generations. Michelin offers her an annual salary of three million US dollars!"

Yan Hong was chewing when he suddenly felt that the food in his mouth was not fragrant anymore. He was a master of medicine from Yale University and had worked for Mo Shaochen for three years, but his annual salary was only 5 million yuan.

These days, doctors are no match for chefs! He worked hard for a year, but couldn't even afford a cook. What was the fun of living? Jiang Ziyi watched Yan Hong wolfing down his food for a long time, and he also felt a little hungry. He shouted to the kitchen, "Cook, add a set of bowls and chopsticks!"

Yan Hong hurriedly moved the dishes on the table in front of him, "These are mine. If you want to eat them, ask the cook to make them again."

Jiang Ziyi was born with a mean streak and liked to go against others. Yan Honghu watched him closely, and the more he tried to snatch things, the more they almost came to blows at the dinner table.

In the end, the food was scattered all over the table and no one could eat it.

Jiang Ziyi had achieved his goal and was no longer hungry. He asked Yan Hong in a frivolous way, "Why are you here?"

Yan Hong was so angry with Jiang Ziyi that he had no appetite. He wiped his mouth with a tissue and went to the sofa in the living room to lie down. "What do you care about me? You can come, but I can't?"

"I don't care about you. I'm not your father."

Yan Hong threw a pillow over and said, "Jiang Xiaojian, do you want to die?"

Jiang Ziyi dodged the pillow and threw it back, "Yan Xiaoni, when will you stop throwing pillows?"

"I like throwing things, and I will throw them until I kill you!" As she said that, she took the pillow that Jiang Ziyi threw to her and threw it back.

"Are you a woman? If you're brave enough, let's have a real fight. Do you dare?"

"I won't fight with you. Do you know how precious my hands are? You can't afford to pay if I break ten of them!"

The two of them exchanged sharp words with each other, and pillows were flying everywhere.

The servants finally cleaned up the dining room, and then had to clean up the living room, and were very busy.

"Sir, you are down. Do you need some water?" The servant's voice came, and the two people in the living room returned to their seats and sat down instantly as if the pause button was pressed.

Mo Shaochen's dark eyes swept across the living room floor, "You always give people the illusion that your intelligence is still at the level of a five-year-old."

Jiang Ziyi blinked his eyes, looking confused, as if the man was not talking about him.

Yan Hong pretended to be dead and didn't say a word. He was afraid that the man would throw him on a plane and send him back to City M. He didn't want to go back to that damn place. It was dry and dehydrated. His body was dry and he could only take a bath once every half a month.

The servant added water to the glass in Mo Shaochen's hand. He ignored the two of them and turned back to the study.

Yan Xi shouted downstairs, "Brother Chen, where do I stay tonight?"

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He knew Mo Shaochen's habit of never letting outsiders stay overnight. Of course, he didn't consider Jiang Ziyi as a human being.

"Hotel, or sleep with Xiaoyi."

(End of this chapter)