Bao Ruwen didn't want to leave, nor did he stay.
His fat body was sunk into the sofa, and his expression was extremely ugly.
After the commotion in the kitchen yesterday, he woke up with a bad smell when he got home.
It's not that easy to leave.
Ordinary jobs are easy to find, but a slightly better position is like a carrot.
He is so old and should not move.
If he stays in the Su family for a few more years, he will not be able to move.
Uncle, if you wait until you retire, you’ll have to wait until you are in such a mess.
From head to toe, it’s all because of your grandson, Bao Xiaoxin.
Early this morning, he hurriedly came to Su Changqing's office to arrest someone, waiting to apologize to him.
Unexpectedly, no one was seen until the afternoon.
Hearing the news that Su Changqing would not come today, Bao Ruwen felt regretful in his heart.
What was he arguing with that little girl Su Ruotong?
It was lard that got his heart.
Su Changqing's secretary looked at Bao Ruwen and had some concerns.
During holidays, Bao Ruwen would always give her a red envelope.
Although it was not as valuable as the gold chain given by Li Hongxing, it was still a source of income.
A soft-spoken person is short-handed.
Now that Bao Ruwen is in trouble, she naturally can't ignore it: "Master Bao, Director Su didn't come to the company today because Miss Su is sick.
Director Su told us to prepare a sick meal here and send her as soon as possible."
Send it over."
After hearing this, Bao Ruwen jumped up suddenly as if there was a spring under his butt, and his face became lively again: "I'm going to prepare now."
Also because he came from a poor, low-income family, Bao Ruwen hated cooking those expensive dishes that cost thousands of dollars, and also hated those gimmicks that used the dishes to play tricks.
In his opinion, these things were all worthless and useless.
Flower stand.
His cooking philosophy has always been based on solidity.
He was really good at cooking for patients.
If he could make up for his mistakes and make Su Ruotong happy, Su Changqing might be merciful and let him stay.
Bao Ruwen rushed to the kitchen like a whirlwind, quickly cooked a few of his own good digestible meals, packed them in thermos boxes, and drove towards the suburbs.
In less than an hour and a half, he arrived at the door of Su's house.
Wu Ma didn't know what was going on in the company.
She recognized Bao Ruwen and saw that he was carrying the lunch box himself, so she quickly took it and said, "Hey, why did Master Bao come in person today?
I don't dare to work for you."
These were just kind words from Wu Ma, but to Bao Ruwen's ears, they were extremely ironic.
He said coquettishly: "If anything, this is what I should do.
Take it to Miss Su quickly and eat it while it's hot.
Can I go with you to see if it suits Miss Su's taste?"
Wu Ma didn't stop him: "Okay, it's best if you go.
The lady is lying upstairs.
She is sick this time and has a mouth full of food.
I can rest assured that you are the chef waiting for me."
It was obvious that what Wu Ma said was just a joke, but Bao Ruwen felt a thin layer of cold sweat break out on his vest, and quickly waved his hand: "Since Miss Su is in the bedroom, I won't go up."
Wu Ma carried the thermos box upstairs, where Su Ruotong was reading a high school history textbook.
Inside the lunch box, there is a dish of mashed eggplant with garlic, a bowl of lean meat soup with mixed vegetables, and a bowl of Tai Chi steamed eggs.
Next to it is a large ball of tin foil wrapped with things.
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When you open it, you can see that it is made of pumpkin, purple sweet potato, and potato.
Colored flower balls, smeared with honey on the surface, roasted until soft and glutinous, exuding bursts of sweetness and heat.
These four meals look simple, but they are actually difficult to make.
The cooking methods are completely different from the usual ones.
For example, the mixed vegetable and lean meat soup contains carrots, broccoli, spinach, ginger slices, diced meat, black fungus and other items, all of which are clearly delicious.
The most feared thing about this kind of soup is that all the ingredients are cooked into a ball, but it cannot be undercooked in one way or overcooked in that way.
Just by looking at the ingredients, you can tell how good the chef is.
The Tai Chi steamed egg next to it is also very exquisite.
The Tai Chi dividing lines on the left and right sides are clearly yellow and white, and they don't blend at all until the bottom of the bowl.
The eggs are so tender that not even a honeycomb can be seen, and they don't stick to the wall of the bowl.
When you scoop them up with a spoon, a gleam of water pops out.
The last three dishes, which can be eaten as dessert, are relatively simple, but they are perfectly put together, which proves that the person who made it is a kitchen veteran.
All in all, they must have been made by someone with good cooking skills.
It's not quite top-tier, but it's still passable.
Su Ruotong was flattered this time and ate a few more bites, especially the last three-piece snack made of pumpkin, purple sweet potato, and potato.
Half of it was destroyed by her.
After finishing the meal, Su Ruotong wiped her hands on the towel given by Wu's mother and asked slowly: "Who cooked this meal."
"It's Master Bao.
He's still sitting downstairs.
It's almost five o'clock now, and the restaurant is probably getting busy.
Miss, if you have nothing else to do, just ask Master Bao to go back."
Mother Wu said .
"Oh" Su Ruotong nodded slowly, thoughtfully.
This man is quite clever, and he actually thought of such a way to please himself.
But now, we can't let him go.
Su Ruotong said: "Call him in, I have something to say."
Bao Ruwen was led by Wu Ma and walked in nervously, not daring to look around.
After he came home last night, his eldest apprentice called and said that Su Ruotong had made a dish called White Jade Chrysanthemum.
It used the most ordinary tofu, which had not even been boiled in hot water.
He cut it into thin pieces with a kitchen knife.
Silk chrysanthemums.
His eldest apprentice didn't know the goods, but he did.
No wonder Su Ruotong looked down on him.
With such a skill in cutting, how could anyone take him seriously?
Under the crushing influence of his absolute cooking skills, he had lost the qualification to rely on his elders.
Standing in front of Su Ruotong's bed with lowered eyebrows, Bao Ruwen no longer had the arrogance of yesterday.
Su Ruotong said lightly: "Do you know you are wrong?"
"knew" "Go downstairs to the kitchen, follow my instructions, make Buddha Jump Over the Wall, take it to the restaurant, and sell it in the evening."
Su Ruotong said.
Bao Ruwen was stunned It's not like he has never seen anyone do Buddha Jump Over the Wall before.
It takes several days of preparation, and the selection of materials is very meticulous.
It's already four o'clock now, and it's already dawn when the work is done.
How can I keep up with today?
At night.
"Idiot, don't you have a pressure cooker?"
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Su Ruotong could see Bao Ruwen's doubts and scolded lightly.
The pressure cooker used in the Su family's kitchen is very professional.
It is not the old-fashioned one-pot type.
It is the kind that can open the lid and add things inside at any time.
It can also intelligently set the temperature and pressure in the pot and adjust the boiling point.
It is a bit like Su Ruotong's When cultivating the world of immortals, it means using spiritual power to speed up cooking.
Mother Wu didn't use that pot often.
Firstly, she couldn't figure out the troublesome adjustment steps.
Secondly, she always felt that cooking in this way was weird and not as practical as cooking over an open fire.
Bao Ruwen's thoughts were similar to Wu's, but he didn't dare to talk back to Su Ruotong anymore.
Su Ruotong really wanted to keep her feet on the floor today.
She asked Mother Wu to go to the kitchen with Bao Ruwen.
She turned on the video call on her mobile phone and filmed Bao Ruwen's actions.
She was controlling remotely from upstairs
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