Qianzhi looked at the cake in front of her and was speechless for a while.

"I just said it casually at that time, did you...really remember it?" Qianzhi didn't know exactly what she had thought of before. She couldn't remember clearly, but she didn't forget it either.

That’s it.

She probably just said something like she wanted to eat a piece of cake, which sounded rather perfunctory and was enough to deal with it.

did not expect.

Song Qishen not only took it seriously and took it seriously, he actually did it.

Seeing Song Qishen's noncommittal expression at this moment, Qian Zhi turned her eyes uncontrollably to the right and glanced at the chef who had been standing aside from the beginning.

The chef has a round face, a wide body and a fat body, just like a lucky baby announcing good news.

Seeing Qian Zhi looking over, he narrowed his eyes slightly and grinned with a simple and honest smile.

The girl's eyes fell on the pot of cake again.

It's more of a disc than a basin.

The chef was brought over to make cakes, and he probably also asked who he was and what his preferences were.

After all, the bottom of this round plate is decorated with cartoon patterns, which is quite cute.

"So you specially invited a chef to come here?" Qian Zhi picked up a piece of cake with chopsticks, paused, and put it into Song Qishen's bowl first.

"I made it, but I guess you don't like it either." Song Qishen said in a complacent tone, and there was no trace of discomfort.

Qian Zhi took back the chopsticks in her hand and raised her eyes to look at him steadily.

Maybe it's not that she doesn't like to eat, but that he doesn't know how to cook it.

Except for the last time he made noodles, Qian Zhi had never seen Song Qishen enter the kitchen. In this regard, he was most likely a novice.

But just think about it, she didn't take it to heart.

Qianzhi took a bite of the pancake. It was crispy and crispy. It was stuffed with thousand layers of dough and the stuffed dough was rubbed with scallion oil. It was particularly fragrant.

"Is it delicious?" Song Qishen looked up and saw Qian Zhi taking several bites and asked her.

"Well, you can eat it too." Qian Zhi didn't look at him while she was eating. After nodding in agreement, she was feeling the taste of this cake in her heart.

The appearance is actually the same as the snacks on the street, but it is extra crispy and fragrant.

It was rare that Qian Zhi was so serious about eating that she almost buried her face in the bowl.

Song Qishen was also a little surprised. He didn't even look at her. He turned the back of his hand over, pressed his knuckles against the marble tabletop, and tapped it lightly, making two "click" sounds.

"Do you like it that much?"

Song Qishen's original intention was to effectively improve the food. He had been eating takeout for a long time, and he was used to it.

But when he was working and busy in the Song Building, he still had Sister-in-law Li taking care of him from time to time.

The little girl hasn't graduated yet, and in Song Qishen's opinion, she's still quite young, so she has to eat something she likes.

When Song Qishen was studying abroad, he met many compatriots and friends, including the Shen family from a prominent family background.

Because of this relationship, the Song family recently directly invested in the Hua'an Tingcheng Hotel, a subsidiary of the Shen Group.

But this time it happened to be a coincidence. Song Qishen just mentioned it, and the people from the Shen family asked Hua An Tingcheng to choose a chef for the state banquet and come to the house to cook.

Thinking about it now, there is nothing dissatisfying about this decision.

At least Qianzhi seems to have a much better appetite than before.

"I quite like it. What this chef makes is more delicious than what my grandparents made." Qian Zhi said, not knowing what she was thinking of, and her thoughts gradually drifted away.

On the Lu family side, the maternal grandparents have been dead since Qian Zhi can remember it, so naturally they don't remember the taste.

Qian's father and mother were both pampered and raised, and they rarely entered the kitchen. Even though they were busy, Lu Wanting followed Qian Yan all the time and had no time to leave.

Therefore, Qian Zhi only remembers the happy taste of sophora flowers paired with mung bean cakes, and pot cakes paired with eggs stuffed with rice wine in the courtyard of her grandparents' home in a small town.

Probably the memories of that time were automatically filtered by a heavy childhood filter. From then on, Qian Zhi thought that she had never encountered anything more delicious.

But I never thought that what the chef tinkered with in the kitchen today was quite delicious.

To tell the truth without emotion, he is worthy of being a so-called chef.

Qianzhi had caught a glimpse of the color of the ribbon on his chef's uniform before, as well as the hotel's unique logo. It must be true that it is worthy of the name.

"In that case, let Chef Zhang come here more often in the future." After listening to Qian Zhi's words, Song Qishen took a long time before making such a suggestion.

Qian Zhiying responded and asked, "Is it often?"

She hadn't asked Sister-in-law Li to come over before because she didn't feel comfortable getting along with one more person.

Qianzhi is sometimes a person who is very afraid of trouble. If she can deal with the appearance of one person while walking on the same road, then if there is one more person, just one more person, she will be in a hurry. And these and her peers

College roommates are two completely different concepts.

How to balance requires a lot of thought and energy to study, and most of the time she talks very little, is clumsy, and likes to make up her mind.

Qianzhi couldn't maintain stability on both sides, so she simply didn't give this premise in the first place.

Chef Zhang met her hesitant gaze and smiled cheerfully, "Don't worry, Madam, Mr. Song's salary and benefits are still sufficient, and I won't suffer any loss."

"I usually leave after I finish cooking, so I won't disturb your two people's world." Chef Zhang saw that Qian Zhi was still silent, smiled to himself, and added this sentence.

Hearing his last words, the chopsticks in Qian Zhi's hand almost slipped, "That's not what I meant..."

She was silent at the stall because she was thinking that since she really needed to cook, she could come over on weekends and not have to rush to Nanyuan so often.

However, she immediately retorted. Chef Ren Zhang didn't take it seriously and remained stubborn, "There is still soup simmering in the kitchen. I'll go and get started. You can use it as you please."

With that said, he got into the kitchen again.

Qian Zhi watched Chef Zhang's figure disappear through the sliding door, and raised her eyes to look at Song Qishen, who had been sitting opposite her calmly from the beginning, not even saying a word to her.

Then, she glared at him fiercely.

This energetic glance actually made Song Qishen's mood more than doubled.

It was like an electric shock, with a slight tingling in the middle.

He seems to especially like to see Qian Zhi looking so small.

The growing temperament also proves that something is gradually taking root and changing.

After spending a whole weekend in Nanyuan and exploring some ways to bake pies, Qianzhi was still a little tired when she returned to school again.

No matter how much she stayed in bed on Sunday, it didn't seem to have any effect. Song Qishen finally showed what he had never shown since receiving the certificate - the unique oppressive momentum of a superior.

Not willing to give in at all, very tough.

As if this was not enough, he directly lifted her up from the bed and asked her to follow him for a morning jog around the entire coastal road halfway up the mountain.

Thinking about it now still gives me lingering fear.

Qian Zhi almost wanted to find an excuse not to return to Nanyuan.

But the wilting was always temporary. Not long after she returned to school, she got the list of candidates for the semi-finals of the national design competition from class monitor Lin Xun.

Although she secretly felt that the semi-finals were the final competition, Qian Zhi couldn't help but feel happy for a while after learning that she had passed the preliminary rounds.

In the semi-finals, they not only compete for strength, but also for inspiration and just the right luck. Qian Zhi thought about it and felt that as long as she listened carefully to the classes she usually attended and then went through them again, she should be almost able to pass the test in theory.

When it comes to practice, we still have to rely on past experience and on-the-spot performance.

When Qian Zhi returns to school, it means that Song Qishen also has to return to the Song family.

Now, the way the two of them spend time together is still a bit like a weekend couple.

Get together once a week, and start a new week each time.

In fact, this week, Song Qishen managed to retain Qian Zhi and did not let her go back to school on weekend nights.

I just suggested that she should leave on Monday morning.

Zuo Qianzhi didn't have classes on weekends, and it wasn't too early to have class on Monday. After thinking about it after Song Qishen's suggestion, she really nodded in agreement.

However, after agreeing, Qian Zhi proposed to leave early on Monday morning.

It was actually still very early after Song Qishen sent her back to Beijing University.

But he went back to Nanyuan to get the documents. As a result, when Song Qishen set off for the Song family again, it was still a little late compared to usual.

After the exclusive elevator reached the top floor of the Song Building, Assistant Xia had been waiting for a long time and came directly to greet him.

He was just about to report the announcement about the upcoming meeting, when he raised his eyes and glanced at his boss, and was stunned on the spot.

His pupils also shook violently.

Song Qishen didn't notice it and glanced at him lightly.

However, Assistant Xia had seen the big world, so he immediately calmed down and started to report dutifully while following Song Qishen, "The board of directors will hold a meeting in the morning, and the purchase of the land for infrastructure construction in the south of the city is still to be discussed. At noon, Xiao Lin

Mr. Zong and Xiao Zhou have made an appointment and said that they want you to treat me to dinner. In the afternoon, a reporter from the Financial Weekly will come over for an interview, which will most likely make the headlines on the entire page."

Assistant Xia breathed it out without breathing at all. After a pause, he continued, "So, do you want to reject the lunch and afternoon ones?"

Song Qishen directly opened the door of the office and took off his coat as he walked, "No need."
To be continued...