Chapter 33 Chapter 33 Part 2
"Hello, Butler Zhao?"
Perhaps because he had been waiting for too long without receiving a response, the voice on the other end of the phone became confused.
Wen Muchan raised his hand and placed it on his heart.
"Plop", "plop".
He felt the strong, lively and healthy heartbeat through his palm.
That was something he hadn't heard in the past twenty years.
Wen Muhan was stunned for a moment, then said, "I am..."
“Click.”
The door of the ward was opened.
"Woof woof woof."
"Young Master, I'm back.
Wen Muchan's voice was interrupted.
Butler Zhao glanced casually and found that the young master was holding his cell phone.
Wen Muchan handed over the phone.
Butler Zhao looked down and saw that it was Yan Su calling. He quickly took the phone and said happily, "Xiao Yan, it's me."
Wen Muhan lowered his eyes slightly and looked at the position of his heart.
The heartbeat in his chest had returned to calm, like a pool of stagnant water as usual, as if the liveliness just now was just an illusion.
After a while.
Butler Zhao hung up the phone and said cheerfully, "Young Master, it was Xiaoyan who called. This girl is really kind. She said she'd take a day off tomorrow and come over to cook for you."
Wen Muchan nodded, his ears flushed red, "I know."
He had just heard it himself.
Butler Zhao put the phone back into his pocket and looked up to see that the young master's ears were red.
His eyes immediately widened, and he exclaimed nervously, "Young Master, why are your ears so red? Are you feeling unwell? I'm going to call a doctor!"
Wen Muhan: "...Uncle Zhao, I'm fine."
"How can you be alright?" Butler Zhao said anxiously. "Young Master, your ears only get this red when you have a high fever."
Wen Muhan: "...I'm too hot."
Hearing this, Butler Zhao staggered, his face looking as if the sky was falling.
How could the young master possibly feel hot? He was always weak and afraid of the cold, so he had to wear warm clothes even in the constant temperature room.
Butler Zhao choked up and said, "Young Master, has your condition worsened? Otherwise, how could you have a fever? My poor young master."
Seeing that Butler Zhao had started again, Wen Muchan raised his hand and pressed his forehead, reminding him, "Uncle Zhao, the attending doctor said that my health is improving."
The tears that were about to fall from Butler Zhao's eyes were suddenly taken back.
"Yes, yes, I actually forgot about this."
Butler Zhao's expression instantly changed, and he grinned.
After he made such a fuss, the blush on Wen Muchan's ears had disappeared.
He looked at the familiar yet unfamiliar dog lying on the ground.
After all, he had lost his memory of four years, and the golden retriever he raised was a little puppy who loved to act coquettishly, not the overly strong golden retriever in front of him.
When Butler Zhao saw the young master looking at Jin Yuanbao, he sighed and said, "Alas, Jin Yuanbao has lost a lot of weight."
Wen Muchan looked at its huge limbs and round belly in silence.
Butler Zhao: "Speaking of which, Jin Yuanbao is homesick because he hasn't seen Xiaoyan for over half a month. He used to love lying in his kennel and thinking about his life, but now he doesn't do that anymore."
Butler Zhao squatted down and stroked Jin Yuanbao's head lovingly. "Now it loves to lie at the gate of the villa, staring at the door with its eyes infatuated. It only reacts when it hears the word Yan Su."
Jin Yuanbao, who was lying on the ground, instantly raised his head and ears.
"Woof, woof?"
"Young Master, look," Butler Zhao said, "You must have heard me call Xiaoyan's name."
Butler Zhao smiled and said, "Xiao Yan is such a popular girl. Not only Jin Yuanbao, but also the family chef Youcai talks about Xiao Yan every day, saying that without Xiao Yan, his motivation to cook is reduced by more than half."
Butler Zhao couldn't stop talking and started chattering about Yan Su.
Wen Muchan listened quietly.
a long time.
Butler Zhao stopped talking, with a look of lingering regret on his face.
"Woof woof woof."
Jin Yuanbao pulled his legs twice, as if to ask him to continue.
Butler Zhao: "Jin Yuanbao, don't worry, Yan Su will be here tomorrow."
Jin Yuanbao's dog ears stood up again.
Wen Muhan said: "The first day of the new year..."
He paused for a moment, "Who changed Chuyi's name?"
A name like Jin Yuanbao... well, it's hard to explain, it definitely wasn't given by him.
Butler Zhao was surprised and said, "Young Master, of course you changed it yourself."
A look of nostalgia played on his face. "That day four years ago, when the young master was much better, you brought Chuyi back with you, who was still a little puppy. You said the name Jin Yuanbao was cute, noble, and classy, so from then on, Chuyi's name was changed to Jin Yuanbao."
Wen Muhan: "..."
What happened during the four years when he lost his memory?
Wen Muchan picked up the book beside him, turned a page, and said casually, "I just heard when I answered the phone..."
"...Yan Su's voice."
When the two words "Yan Su" came out of his mouth, he could clearly feel his heart beating faster.
Butler Zhao looked up and looked at his young master with sharp eyes.
Jin Yuanbao also raised his dog head and looked over, his eyes extremely focused.
Wen Muchan faced the gazes of the man and the dog and said, "Her voice sounds familiar, I..." I want to meet her.
"Hello, young master." Butler Zhao spoke.
Wen Muchan's words were interrupted.
Butler Zhao sighed, "This way of chatting up is too old-fashioned. Young Master, don't use this excuse to approach girls in the future. Even I, an old man in my 60s, know that this method doesn't work."
Wen Muhan: "..."
--
Yan Su hung up the phone with a happy face.
It’s not easy to get a few meals these days, and you have to say sweet words to coax people.
However, the first person who answered the phone was not Butler Zhao, and that person seemed to have said two words.
The voice sounded a little familiar. Where had she heard it before?
Yan Su thought seriously for three seconds, but still couldn't remember.
Forget it, it’s a waste of brainpower.
She touched her belly, thinking that she hadn't eaten Brother Wang's cooking for more than half a month. The taste of the three large casserole pork elbows last time was really impressive.
Thinking of the pork elbow, Yan Su swallowed several times and raised her hand to wipe the corner of her mouth.
Food is indeed the best medicine to cure everything.
Thinking that she could go to the young master's house tomorrow and eat and drink for free, Yan Su finally felt relieved.
Brother Wang, wait a minute, your dining partner will be here tomorrow.
…
Early the next morning.
When Yan Su and her two children had breakfast, they deliberately ate 20% less than usual.
After eating, she rested for a while and then took a car to the Qingshui Bay villa area.
When Yan Su arrived, the first person to greet her was Jin Yuanbao, who was lying guard at the gate.
"Woof woof woof."
"Woof woof woof."
Jin Yuanbao jumped up and down, wagging his tail wildly and circling around Yan Su.
Yan Su was in a good mood and ran into the villa with it.
Along the way, she met many senior colleagues.
"Xiao Yan is here to cook for the young master again."
"Xiao Yan, good morning."
"Sister Yan, good morning."
…
Yan Su greeted them enthusiastically without slowing down.
In the staff kitchen.
Wang Youcai steamed another basket of crab roe soup dumplings, glancing towards the kitchen door from time to time.
Alas, it is true that “it is easy to go from frugality to extravagance, but difficult to go from extravagance to frugality”.
In the past, he cooked according to the routine every day, researched new dishes, and was determined to be the young master's personal chef.
But ever since he witnessed Yan Su's love for food more than half a month ago, he has found it difficult to calm down.
Such excellent diners with top-level emotional value are rare to come across in a million years.
Just watching Yan Su eat was a pleasant experience that made him full of energy.
This is probably the two-way competition between top chefs and top diners.
How many chefs in this world can meet their ideal diner? He is so lucky.
Wang Youcai thought of Yan Su, and the image of her eating pork elbow appeared in front of him again, and the speed of his hands making dumplings increased a bit.
During this period, whenever he felt depressed because the new dishes he was working on were not tasty enough, he would think back to how Yan Su ate the pork elbow.
"Brother Wang, I'm here."
When Wang Youcai finished wrapping the third plate of dumplings, he finally heard the voice he had been longing for.
"Brother Wang, I'm here."
Yan Su ran in like a gust of wind.
Her eyes sparkled as she smelled the aroma of various foods mixed together in the kitchen.
Wang Youcai raised his head.
The first thing he saw was Yan Su's sparkling eyes, which only saw food.
Yes, yes, that’s it, that’s how it feels.
Wang Youcai's fatigue was swept away, and strength surged through his limbs. "Xiao Yan is here. Are you hungry? These are the crab roe soup dumplings, xiaolongbao, and porridge I just steamed."
Wang Youcai was talking without stopping his hands.
He opened a folding table and served all the freshly cooked food.
Yan Su smiled brightly, sat down and ate while saying, "Thank you, Brother Wang."
Wang Youcai said with a smile: "Why thank me? We are all colleagues. Let's eat quickly."
Yan Su was extremely happy. She could eat with just "bang bang bang". She didn't have to carry the food herself. Someone would bring it to her after she finished eating.
a long time.
For the first time, Yan Su felt a very slight sense of fullness, both before and after the time travel.
It wasn't easy, it wasn't easy, it really wasn't easy. From childhood to adulthood, this was the first time she knew what it felt like to be a little full.
Thanks to Brother Wang for feeding her delicious food, thanks to Butler Zhao for hiring her as a chef, and the one who needs to be thanked most is her young master.
What a good young master! Not only does he pay high salaries, but he can also eat whatever he wants.
Yan Su gave a thumbs up and praised Wang Youcai non-stop, making Wang Youcai so happy that he couldn't close his mouth.
"Brother Wang," Yan Su sighed, "I have to go to another place to work for a while the day after tomorrow. I won't be able to eat the delicious food that Brother Wang cooks for a long time."
Wang Youcai's heart skipped a beat, and the smile on his face faded considerably. He wouldn't be able to see his top diner for a long time.
Yan Su smiled shyly, "I wonder if Brother Wang could make me some food that can be kept for a while? I want to take it with me when I go to work in another place."
Wang Youcai immediately put on a smile again, "Of course, I also made a lot of bacon and will bring it all to you."
He took out a bag, opened the kitchen cabinet, and rummaged through it, pulling out a lot of packaged bacon. He stuffed it into the bag and said, "Xiaoyan, take good care of yourself when you're away from home. Don't go hungry. I haven't seen you for more than half a month. You've lost a lot of weight. Your chin is so pointed."
Yan Su could already smell the aroma of bacon.
The taste and color show that it is made from fresh, top-quality ingredients.
Good stuff.
…
Yan Su had a delicious meal and received three big bags of bacon from Wang Youcai. She was in a better mood than ever before.
As her mood improved, her gratitude towards the young master increased several degrees, and she wanted to thank her young master again.
It has been more than half a month since the young master woke up. He should be almost recovered now, right?
Yan Su picked and chose from a long row of ingredients and found that there were pigeons among today's ingredients.
She remembered that day when Butler Zhao contacted her and said that the young master missed the pigeon soup she made.
Very good, she will make pigeon soup today.
Two hours later.
Yan Su opened the lid of the stewing pot, and the aroma of pigeon soup instantly hit her nose.
Her eyes widened and her hands trembled twice.
Oh my god, it smells even better. The soup she stewed today smells even better than the meals she made for the young master the last few times. Her heart was shaken by the smell.
Yan Su's eyes widened at the fragrance.
She stared at the fragrant and brightly colored pigeon soup and swallowed several times.
It smells so good, I wonder how it tastes.
As soon as this thought came to her mind, Yan Su immediately remembered the porridge she drank last time... Ugh.
But what if? What if her cooking skills return to normal?
After all, this pigeon soup is really delicious.
Yan Su thought of the porridge. She didn't dare to try it, and she couldn't let the other colleagues in the villa eat it. So she could only...
She fixed her eyes on Jin Yuanbao who was lying at the kitchen door.
Yan Su scooped a small bowl of pigeon soup and said with a smile: "Jin Yuanbao, you are in for a treat today. I personally stewed the pigeon soup for the young master, and I will give you a bowl."
after.
Yan Su saw with her own eyes that Jin Yuanbao was lying obediently at the kitchen door. After hearing her words, his dog eyes suddenly widened, and his eyes vividly demonstrated what pupil earthquake meant.
It raised its paws to cover its mouth, stretched out its legs hard, and its whole strong and round body jumped two meters high in an instant, and ran away after landing.
Yan Su: “…”
Has this stupid dog become a spirit?!
--
In a blink of an eye, it was the day for filming the dating variety show.
The production crew chose a manor in the south city as the filming location for the promotional video.
Yan Su asked the program director in advance if she could bring her family members with her during the variety show.
Morning.
Wei Jiao drove Yan Su to South City.
After more than an hour's drive, when they arrived at the manor, they found that several elderly male guests had already arrived.
Yan Su got out of the car holding her two children, and her eyes swept over the old men one by one.
The male guests on the variety show are between 50 and 63 years old.
Putting aside other things, even though the old men found by the program team are old, they all have upright postures and outstanding facial features, and they look more energetic than contemporary young people.
The person closest to Yan Su was an old man with a slicked-back hair, wearing a suit, leather shoes and a tie.
This old man has the aura of a cold and noble old boss who says, "Don't even touch me, you're not worthy enough to talk to me."
Yan Su's eyes moved a little closer to him and saw an old man wearing a white shirt, white pants and white shoes.
The old man's forehead was sweating and his face was red. He was very reserved as if he was going out for the first time. He was muttering something in his mouth.
"Mom, what are you talking about?"
A surprised voice came into Yan Su's ears.
She looked in the direction of the voice and saw an old man with a buzz cut talking on the phone.
The old man said in a tone of astonishment, "Mom, it was Lin Guifen who had affairs with two other men while we were together. Why should I have any thoughts? She was the one who cheated, so she should be the one who has any thoughts."
Yan Su looked past him and looked at another old man standing next to the program staff.
The old man's clothes had been washed so much that they turned white, and there were even two holes in his shirt.
He was holding a sack in his hand, standing next to the production crew, staring straight at the staff member... and the drink bottle in his hand.
The guy who was stared at by him had a stiff face. He drank the water in two or three gulps and immediately handed the bottle over.
The old man took the bottle and threw it to the ground. He raised his foot and stomped on it hard, flattening it with a "click". Then he bent down to pick it up and threw it into a sack, continuing to stare at another staff member who was holding a drink in his hand.
If you ignore the million-dollar watch on his wrist, he is really a frugal and simple old man.
A car drove over and slowly stopped.
The car door was opened.
An old man wearing a flowery shirt and shorts got out of the car, followed closely by an old lady with gray hair.
The old man in the flowered shirt followed the old lady closely like a primary school student, and his eyes were full of dependence when he looked at her.
"Mom, can I have some water?"
The old lady nodded and said, "Drink it."
The man in the flowered shirt then unscrewed the lid of the thermos and drank the water.
Yan Su: “…”
Each of these old men looks extraordinary, so it's difficult for the program crew to gather them together.
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