As the sky grew darker, Yan Mo blurted out:
"I think you didn't let me in just because you didn't want me to cook for Fu Haonan." After she said that, she regretted it, but what she said was said, and Yan Mo couldn't do anything about it.
Si Ze looked at her with deep eyes without saying a word.
The atmosphere between the two of them was deadlocked. Just like that, two minutes passed. At this moment, Si Ze's phone rang. When he saw the caller ID, he let go of her hand and said in a deep voice:
"Come on, let's go to the front hall!"
"What's coming?" Yan Mo looked at him blankly and asked curiously.
"Just go and take a look and you'll know." Si Ze said calmly, still with a cold face.
Yan Mo was puzzled and walked through the back door to the front door with doubts. At this moment, a black official car slowly stopped, the passenger door opened from the inside, and a fat man got out of the car. He was wearing a black uniform of Zhenghong Hotel. This man was Manager Zhu, the lobby manager of Junwei Hotel.
"Manager Zhu?" Yan Mo turned to look at Si Ze in surprise, not understanding why he called Manager Zhu here.
Manager Zhu smiled attentively as he came up to Si Ze and Yan Mo and reported respectfully, "Boss Si, I brought you what you wanted."
As soon as he finished speaking, the back door of the car was opened, and two chefs wearing tall hats and white coats got out of the car one after another.
Only then did Yan Mo understand what his intention was. Suddenly, her eyes became hot and her nose felt sore. She deliberately turned her eyes away, not daring to look at him.
He always thinks about her, but she always measures him with her own selfishness. While she is touched, she also feels a little ashamed.
Si Ze was not in a good mood and did not notice the change in his young wife. He took the menu from her hand, handed it to the two chefs, and instructed:
"Could you two please go to the kitchen and prepare these?"
A chef standing in the front took the order from Si Ze's hand, took a look at it, and handed it to the kitchen behind him. After looking at it, he immediately bowed and responded and walked into the kitchen.
The anxiously waiting university students on the second floor saw this scene, and one female guest grumbled in dissatisfaction:
"Has the chef behind us changed? Isn't that the pretty lady doing it?"
"I came here because my classmate said it was delicious. Now that someone else has cooked it, who knows how it will taste? If I had known, I wouldn't have waited." Another customer agreed.
"That's right, I waited for so long in vain."
"That's it..." Everyone agreed, feeling a little regretful.
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"Don't you think that the work clothes that fat man is wearing look like those from the Regal Hotel?" Someone suddenly said this, and all the dissatisfied voices stopped abruptly.
"It's true." A young lady who had eaten at Regal noticed it was true and immediately agreed.
At this moment, no one complained anymore. You have to know what kind of place Regal is. It is the best hotel in Mexico City. Only the rich or noble can eat there. They spend so little money and can eat steaks made by the chef of Regal. They are all secretly happy in their hearts.
It must be said that the skills of the veteran chef Junwei were not to be underestimated, and were far beyond the reach of a novice like Yan Mo. He had completed most of the work in an instant.
Seeing this, Yan Mo breathed a sigh of relief. In fact, she was still afraid of entering the kitchen again to make so many steaks, desserts and the like. The feeling of nausea and vomiting was really unpleasant.
"Si Ze, thank you." Yan Mo said gratefully.
Si Ze remained silent.
Yan Mo put on a flattering smile. She knew she was too narrow-minded. She had just judged a gentleman by her own standards. It was normal for him to be bothered. She took small steps to Si Ze's side, turned her head and looked around. Seeing that there was no one around, she took the initiative to stretch out her small hand and slipped it into his big hand. She drew circles on his palm with her index finger and called out in a tender voice, "Husband."
“Hmph.”
Si Ze raised his head, crossed his arms over his chest, obviously not buying it.
Don't think he can't see that this little girl doesn't trust him. She even suspected him of having ulterior motives at the time, which made him very unhappy. He also has a temper.
"Hubby, please forgive me. I don't think without thinking. Please don't hold it against me." Yan Mo stood on tiptoe, put her face against his, and admitted her mistake sincerely.
Si Ze snorted, turned his head and refused to look at her. He was like this every time. He admitted his mistakes quickly but didn't necessarily change.
Yan Mo was unwilling to give up, and the smile on his face did not fade. He tilted his head and moved closer to Si Ze again, blinking his clear big eyes and said sweetly: "Hubby, you are the best husband in the world. You won't be angry with your wife, right?"
Seeing that Si Ze still had no reaction, Yan Mo continued:
"How about, husband, I'll put on a show for you? If you laugh, you'll forgive me, okay?"
Si Ze glanced at her indifferently.
"Watch carefully!" As he said that, Yan Mo's eyes gathered together at the same time, his mouth pouted, and he made a funny expression to Si Ze.
Suddenly, Si Ze was amused by her funny expression and the corners of his mouth rose uncontrollably.
This smile was immediately caught by Yan Mo. She jumped up happily and pointed at the corner of his mouth: "You smiled, Si Ze, you smiled. You must keep your promise and forgive me."
"I didn't agree to that."
Si Ze immediately stopped smiling, turned his head away proudly, and looked away.
"You're actually cheating?"
Hearing this, Yan Mo got furious. She glared at him, and the flattering smile on her face completely turned cold. If he was too soft, she would not be polite.
Thinking about it, she changed her previous momentum, straightened her back, put her hands on her hips, cleared her throat, and said with a tough face:
"Hey, Mr. Si, I gave you some color, and you opened a dyeing house! Ah! I tell you, you must forgive me today."
The cute little look of being both funny and fierce really amused Si Ze. He couldn't contain the smile on his face and laughed while holding his head.
After a while, Si Ze turned back, reached out his hand and gently pinched her chin, looking down at her, and said in a low voice: "Well, little girl, you want me to forgive you."
"Yes." Yan Mo was forced to look him in the eye.
Si Ze stared at her for a long time, then gave her an ambiguous smile. He then let her go and said, "It's not impossible, unless..."
"Unless what?" Yan Mo took a step back, alert.
Her subconscious action stung Si Ze's eyes, but he concealed it very well. He bent down slightly, looked at her at eye level, and said seriously:
"You haven't recovered yet? Why didn't you tell me?"
"Sick?" Yan Mo was stunned, then he remembered that he saw her vomiting.
She glanced at him and couldn't help but sigh that Si Ze used all his intelligence on work.
"Yes, don't say you're fine." Si Ze frowned, still feeling uncomfortable that she had hidden it from him.
Yan Mo's eyes flickered as he continued, "Oh, yes, the illness is not healed yet."
"So, this is why you don't want me to touch you these days?"
"Yes." Yan Mo nodded vigorously, with a very guilty expression on her face, but she was secretly happy in her heart. It was perfect that someone was making excuses for her.
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