Chapter 1144

It's a group of people who really don't serve her.

After hanging up Zhuo Xuan's phone, Cheng Lin gets up from the bed. She doesn't know what the bed of the Chelsea family is made of. It's so comfortable.

Just at this time, someone knocked on the door: "Miss, we're going to have breakfast."

Cheng Lin's mood changed in the early morning because Qiao Yiming felt unhappy. It was great to be able to sleep in other people's homes and have a free breakfast.

In fact, the maids and housekeepers of the Chelsea family are all white, but I don't know if they have undergone any professional training and can speak such standard Chinese.

Cheng Lin gets out of bed and goes downstairs.

Chelsea had been waiting downstairs for a long time. When she saw Cheng Lin, her face was a little gentle: "are you awake?"

"Well," Cheng Lin said, "are you waiting for me?"

"No, it's just that the food is a little hot and I'm waiting for him to cool," said Chelsea

Cheng Lin swallowed her saliva. This kind of foreign men is too foul. Their absolute gentlemanly demeanor and elegance are so natural, and they don't have that kind of gentle and greasy feeling at all.

Cheng Lin smiles and looks at the porridge dishes on the table. Although she knew that Chelsea liked Chinese culture at the beginning, she didn't expect that he had Chinese style in his diet.

Seeing the hesitation in Cheng Lin's eyes, Chelsea said: "my mother is Chinese, and my father loves her very much, so everything in our family comes according to her hometown."

After hearing this, Cheng Lin felt a little envious.

What kind of liking can make a woman marry for a man, and what kind of liking can make a man change his taste, language and living habits to accommodate each other.

Cheng Lin feels a little sad. She has never been loved by a man in her life. Qiao Yiming lets him pour all his feelings into such a one-sided competition without giving her any hope.

In order to cover up his gaffe, Cheng Lin drinks a mouthful of porridge on the table, but hardly spit it out.

She choked and coughed twice.

Chelsea asked her, "what's the matter with you? Is everything all right? "

Cheng Lin covers her mouth and shakes her head. She can't say: your food is too bad. I almost vomited.

She stretched out her chopsticks to pick up the small dish on the table and put it in her mouth. It took her great strength to swallow it.

Looking at Cheng Lin's endurance, Chelsea asked, "what's the matter? Not to your taste? Do you still like western food? "

Cheng Lin shakes her head and finally can't help saying, "who did your servants learn from?"

"Do you mean cooking?" asked Chelsea

Cheng Lin nodded.

"My mother."

Cheng Lin suddenly began to sympathize with the miserable father and son of Chelsea. She was able to endure such food for so many years.

"Then you don't think Well, it tastes strange? "

"But there's no way. My mother can't get used to Western food. She used to cook by herself, but later she gave it to our servant except for some problems," said Chelsea

"My father took into account the fact that the cooks outside didn't know how to cook authentic Chinese food, so he let her teach him."

Cheng Lin laughs. The real Chinese food is not like this.

Cheng Lin can't eat the food. The porridge is so thick that she can't swallow it.

Chelsea has been used to it for a long time. Cheng Lin pretends to eat two mouthfuls and can't get off the chopsticks. "You don't like Chinese food?" he asked

Cheng Lin shook her head.

Of course she does, but it's not like this kind of Chinese food. It's too hard to swallow.

"I like it very much, but a real Chinese meal should It'll be a little bit better than these. "

When Chelsea looks at Cheng Lin's face, she suddenly feels that the woman in front of her seems to be as ordinary as you, but she has a unique Oriental sense of mystery. The men in their family have no resistance to this kind of mystery.

Chelsea put down the chopsticks in his hand, and there was a bright light in his eyes: "excuse me, Miss Cheng Lin, can you cook Chinese food?"

Cheng Lin doesn't say a word with a smile. She is not only good at cooking, but also good at cooking. Otherwise, how can Qiao Yiming develop a situation where he can't eat anything except his own food.

It's just that Cheng Lin can't say this. She's not a granny and can't boast.

Seeing Cheng Lin's look, Chelsea knew that she would. He thought a little and said, "I wonder if Miss Cheng Lin would like to show me what real Chinese food is?"

It's not that Chelsea has never doubted his stepmother's cooking skills. Why does the Chinese food that everyone praises come to his mouth so hard to swallow.In the nearly 30 years of his life, Chelsea has never invited guests to eat Chinese food. He can only win every business and can never have any accidents.

He has been quietly planning his life, walking without any deviation, but he didn't expect to encounter such an accident as Cheng Lin.

Cheng Lin thinks about it and nods. He can't let the Chinese taste in other people's eyes be so bad.

There are all kinds of food in Chelsea's home, and they are all ready. After thinking about it, Cheng Lin made a fried nine seeds and fried a dish of vegetables.

She vaguely felt that the time of Chelsea was very precious. A man who could afford such a big house would never be idle every day.

Dang is beside Cheng Lin, looking at her handy appearance. There is some light in his eyes with unknown meaning. When the first one is fried, the fragrance permeates the whole room, attracting / inducing people's appetite.

Cheng Lin put the two dishes on the table. She laughed gently and said, "OK."

When she said this sentence, I don't know why she suddenly thought of Qiao Yiming.

When Qiao Yiming was in the company, he always looked colder than his brother. Qiao Yiming took over the Qiao family's influence in the United States after graduation.

Although it is easier than domestic business, Qiao Yiming's ability can not be ignored. Men of his age always have a kind of tenacity. In the past three years, Cheng Lin has watched Qiao's business develop better and better in the United States.

It is such a cold and heartless man in the eyes of outsiders. When he is at home, he looks like a child at the dining table.

His eyes will always drift to the kitchen. Cheng Lin knows that he can't wait, so she will always make a sound to comfort him.