Chapter 242

Name:The best little cook Author:老肥
"What are you talking about?"

Zhang Ye is really stunned this time. He looks at Huo Mingwei in a puzzled way. He really doesn't understand what she wants to do suddenly.

Since last night, Zhang Ye has been thinking about how Huo Mingwei will deal with last night's affairs, but he didn't expect that she came all of a sudden.

"I mean, I'm going to cancel the agreement, but if I don't divorce, I'm going to be your wife." Huo Mingwei once again very seriously stressed.

Er!

Zhang Ye blinked and couldn't believe his ears: "you Don't care what happened last night? "

"I care, and I care very much, so I want to be your real wife and take the lead." Huo Mingwei said very seriously.

Can I have a rub?

Ming Wei's idea is really She will not treat her feelings as a business operation.

Why take the lead?

Her EQ is really worrying.

Zhang Ye shook his head helplessly and funny, looked at Huo Mingwei's serious face, and said: "Mingwei, emotion is not business, some things can't be done by who has the upper hand. It's the most important for two people to really care about each other."

"Don't you want to cancel the agreement with me?" Huo Mingwei's face was slightly white, and she looked a little depressed.

"No, of course I want to cancel the agreement with you. But Mingwei, have you ever thought that if we really cancel the agreement, we will be a real couple. What should you do when you regret it? " Zhang Ye said.

"I won't regret it." Huo Mingwei looks firm, said firmly.

"So it doesn't matter whether we cancel the agreement or not. I think it's better to let the agreement lapse automatically, and it can also give us a chance to really understand each other and establish a real relationship between husband and wife. Do you think that's good?" Zhang Ye said with a smile.

"This It seems that what you said is quite reasonable, but I'm sure I won't let it go. Let's do as you say. " Huo Mingwei nodded.

After the morning episode, Zhang Ye finally determined that Huo Mingwei's feelings for herself had risen to the level of intimacy.

He was so excited all morning that he couldn't shut his mouth when he thought about the future of this beautiful woman who is as cold as a saint.

But Zhang Ye's heart also feels the responsibility on the body is heavier, he is not the kind of man who has no ambition to know gnawing his wife.

In the future, Mingwei must not suffer. Although she is the top president, I will still be a practitioner. How can I make less money than my wife and make a small company.

No way!

I want to be strong and make Weixiang bigger, so as to be famous all over the world.

I don't want to be called Huo Mingwei's husband when I take Huo Mingwei out one day. Instead, I should call her Zhang Ye's wife. Only in this way can I have face.

As for such a promising career as eating soft food, I'd better leave it to others. I don't care.

Although he made such a decision in his mind, he didn't think of a specific way to expand his business.

But I still have to improve my cooking skills. There are too few dishes I can cook now. Every time I watch my guests eat those dishes, I will be tired of them sooner or later.

But now it's obvious that the mature white cut chicken and preserved pork with plum dishes can't be served. What should I do?

"Brother ye, have you encountered any difficulties?" The shy and handsome Geng Le asked curiously.

Zhang Ye returned to his senses, nodded and said, "Xiaole, you say that if a chef has too few dishes, how should he hone his cooking skills?"

Geng le was stunned, but he immediately thought that it must be Zhang Ye who was looking for a breakthrough. He couldn't help sighing in his heart that a chef as powerful as brother Ye was still working hard all the time. He could never relax his requirements.

"It's easy to do, brother Ye. You can put up a sign in Weixiang, which says that you can order whatever you like, so that you can get access to more dishes?" Geng Le seriously suggested.

Yes!

As soon as Zhang Ye's eyes brightened, he patted Geng Le's shoulder happily and said, "Xiaole, you are really smart. It seems that young people's brain is still turning fast."

What he said made people speechless. Zhang yemingming himself was not twenty-five years old, and he was called Geng Le young man.

Geng Le didn't feel anything. After all, Zhang Ye is a teacher. In his opinion, Zhang Ye is indeed his elder in a sense.

"Nothing. I thought of it by chance." Geng Le said with embarrassment, his face turned red.

"Ha ha, that's also very powerful. Xiaole, where do you know this powerful method?" Zhang Ye happily asked, picked up the spoon to start to work.

Geng Le lowered his head embarrassed and said in a low voice: "it's from the cartoon."

Bata!

Zhang Ye opened his mouth wide and his kitchen spoon fell to the ground.cartoon?

I'll strangle him. This boy really dares to say it.

However, Zhang Ye didn't think this method was bad. On the contrary, he thought it was very good. This way, he could squeeze his potential to the maximum extent and quickly let him master other dishes.

But Zhang Ye didn't expect that when Feng Yan put up the notice to order with the guests, the whole flavor village was fried.

Every diner who saw the notice was shocked and his brain was buzzing. He couldn't believe it was true.

If you know what dishes Zhang Ye had before, they can only order. Even if you know that Zhang Ye has new dishes, you can only wait helplessly.

But now it has suddenly become what they want to eat, the sudden arrival of a huge sense of happiness, let them have a kind of joy of turning over to be the master.

"Swallow, is this sign true?" But there are still diners who don't dare to believe it. They specially ask Feng Yan to make sure.

Other diners are also looking over, anxiously waiting for Feng Yan's affirmative answer.

"Well, that's what Ono said. He wanted to improve his cooking skills so that he could cook more dishes, so he opened the order system." Feng Yan said with a smile.

Boom!

The diners rioted again, shouting one by one.

"I want the last white chop."

"What kind of chicken do you want to eat? I'll have preserved meat with preserved vegetables. I didn't taste it last time. I just smell it."

"Yes, I'll have plum vegetables and pork, too. I've always tasted white chopped chicken."

For a moment, the white chopping party and the meat smashing party had an instant quarrel, each saying its own advantages, and almost didn't turn the roof over.

But Feng Yan giggled: "everyone, as Ono said just now, you can't order the two dishes of white chopped chicken and preserved meat with plum vegetables for the time being."

WOW!

The diner fainted.