Zhao Gushen’s mood is not so beautiful.

But looking down, the little guy slept so unprepared and sweet.

When Ye Fei looked at him again, he was looking at him eagerly.

Zhao Gushen had no choice but to agree.

So Ye Fei lay down happily and gently kissed the little guy's face full of milky fragrance.

Zhao Gushen turned off the light and lay down.

In addition to the sweet fragrance on Ye Fei's body, the milky fragrance on the little guy's body was also added.

It was an unexpected sleep aid.

***

Because the next day was Sunday, the three of them fell asleep with great confidence and were not worried about being late.

The little guy was confused and felt something was wrong with his arms.

Not as soft as Ye Fei.

However, he hadn't slept with Ye Fei for a long time.

Moreover, it is not the first time I have slept with Zhao Gushen.

Therefore, the little guy just got confused for a moment and immediately figured out whose arms he was in.

He looked up and saw Zhao Gushen still sleeping.

The little guy was thinking about whether he should continue to pretend to be asleep?

Before he could think about the result, Zhao Gushen also woke up.

Zhao Gushen also woke up in a daze and smelled the clear smell of milk.

As soon as I opened my eyes, I saw the little guy in his arms.

Looking at the little guy behind him, Ye Fei is no longer there.

I think I've gotten up.

Zhao Gushen rarely lie with the little guy.

I unexpectedly discovered that I felt unexpectedly sleeping with the little guy in my arms.

The little boy's bones are soft, and the little guy's body is a soft ball, as if he is holding a soft ball of milk.

Zhao Gushen couldn't help but pressed the little guy in his arms and rubbed him twice.

Little guy: "..."

"It's quite comfortable to sleep with you in your arms," ​​said Zhao Gushen.

The little guy thinks that Zhao Gushen has praised him, so he has to repay Zhao Gushen the same thing, right?

So, the little guy also said: "Dad, your arms are also very down-to-earth, which is very reassuring!"

So, the day between Zhao Gushen and the little guy started with mutual support from business.

"Are you still sleeping?" Zhao Gushen asked.

The little guy shook his head: "Xiao Fei has gotten up, and I'm not sleeping anymore."

"Okay." Zhao Gushen also got up.

The little guy went back to the bathroom in his room to wash.

Zhao Gushen also sorted out his own place and arrived at the living room.

"Are you all awake?" Ye Fei said when he saw the two of them coming out together, "My breakfast ingredients are ready. Breakfast is simple and can be prepared in ten minutes."

On this side, Zhao Gushen, Ye Fei and the little guy are very harmonious.

Breakfast is calm and happy.

After a while, the toast aroma and fried bacon and ham that came from the kitchen were smelled.

All of this is very simple and happy.

But compared to their happiness, Zhuang Mingyan is obviously not so happy.

Due to the jet lag, she received a cross-border call from the headquarters of the organizer of the International Cooking Competition at 4 o'clock in the morning.

It turned out that netizens sent an email to the organizer overnight yesterday.

Changping’s employees also returned to Changping to work overtime.

They are more professional than netizens.

A special person drafted a formal written document and listed the terms and conditions, both in terms of the terms and points of complaints, and they were quite rigorous.

It also included comments from other judges and contestants on Ye Fei's cuisine, and then included comments from Zhuang Mingyan for comparison.

Not just presenting the video evidence.

They also summarized what they said in a written situation, both Chinese and English are on it.

After the overtime work of Changping employees, they directly sent all of these to the email address of the Secretary-General, the organizer of the International Cooking Competition, as quickly as possible.

The Secretary-General's email address is naturally different from the email address that is published to the public by the organizer of the International Cooking Competition.

What Changping sent was the email address used by the Secretary-General to connect to the work.

I guarantee that as long as he starts working, he will be able to see it as soon as possible.

Therefore, when the Secretary-General went to work in the morning and glanced at his email address, he saw the questioning email from Changping, and immediately forwarded the email to Lucas, the head of the International Cooking Competition.

Lucas calculated the time and according to the time difference, China has not yet started working.

So I first contacted Zhuang Mingyan.

Until this time, Lucas actually did not have a deep understanding of the seriousness of this matter.

Therefore, instead of contacting Zhuang Mingyan himself, an employee who has always been responsible for connecting with Zhuang Mingyan will contact him.

Even the Secretary-General did not make a call in person.

Lucas felt that at 4 o'clock in the morning in China, when ordinary people had not started working, he immediately contacted Zhuang Mingyan to confirm the matter as soon as he knew about this.

It has been paid enough attention.

When Zhuang Mingyan received the call, she breathed a little relieved.

Although she was still a little nervous, at least she was sure that so far, the organizers of the International Cooking Competition had not yet expressed anything to her.

Judging from the colleague she is connected with, it is likely that the organizer will express his negligence in this matter.

Zhuang Mingyan apologizes again and it’s all done.

Zhuang Mingyan breathed a sigh of relief and said, "I will definitely pay attention in the future."

"Lucas is very unhappy," said the colleague who was connected. "You have also destroyed the authority and reputation of the international cooking competition."

"I didn't handle this matter properly. I shouldn't have said it so bluntly in front of so many people." Zhuang Mingyan said, "But I really didn't make any sense. Personally, I do think that the dish is average."

"Probably because I am used to the cooking of major chefs, asxs. I have been raised. I have used the level of major chefs to ask players like Ye Fei for the level of major chefs." Zhuang Mingyan said.

"To put it bluntly, although Ye Fei is not a student of Changping College, his level is comparable to that of Changping College, and he is still at the level of a student. He cannot compare with the chefs."

"The judges felt that they should encourage new chefs, so they scored higher and had a little relaxed requirements, which was not very strict."

"So the score is much higher than mine, which is normal." Zhuang Mingyan never mentioned that she only gave Ye Fei a low score.

After all, my colleagues who are connected with her are more familiar with Zhuang Mingyan.

I won't speak for Ye Fei, who has no intersection at all.

But she still reminded her: "I think what makes Lucas angry is that even the players in the same stage recognize Ye Fei's cooking skills. Their evaluation of Ye Fei is different from your evaluation of Ye Fei."

"This is very bad for you," a colleague reminded.
Chapter completed!