Vol 2 Chapter 8: If you love, why hurt each other [8]

With Rong Fan’s urgent call, Liang Xuzhou knew that Rong Fan was so nervous only because of Xia Ran, who he didn’t want to see now. He knew that this woman must have made some moths again, but he had to listen. According to Van Gogh, he ran through four red lights and finally got Dr. Xu to the Rong family mansion within eight minutes.
"Isn't it just having a fever? The chairman made it the same as the death." Ai Leng also became more and more unwilling to see this woman who tried her best to toss his boss, muttering outside.
"You speak carefully, if you hear it to the chairman, you can just wait to go home and eat yourself." Liang Xuzhou gave him a warning, then stretched out his little finger, "Mrs. Rong just needs to break a little nail. For our chairman, it’s a cut-off."
"You said that the chairman is so kind to her, is she really mentally ill, and tortured our chairman like this all day long?" Ai Leng was even more angry when she heard what Liang Xuzhou said.
Liang Xuzhou did not answer the conversation, but was silent for a long time before speaking: "This is the chairman's housework. We are outsiders. We don't know the inside story. It's hard to talk. You should never say anything in front of the chairman. The wife is not good."
"I see." Ai Leng murmured dissatisfiedly.
And Rong Fan in the room walked to the balcony at this time and said to Liang Xuzhou below: "I'm not going to the company today. There is a meeting where you ask the youngest to do it for me. If there is an emergency, send me an email."
After finishing speaking, before Liang Xuzhou reacted, he turned back.
Liang Xuzhou pushed his glasses: "I knew this was the result, let's go."
After listening to Dr. Xu’s instructions carefully, Rong Fan in the room looked at Xia Ran, who was dangling from the water, and sat next to her. He obviously only had two months, but he didn’t seem to be like this in his two lives. Being alone, she stretched out her hand to touch her face, which had gone from fever, but was somewhat pale.
After watching her silently for a long time, Rong Fan went downstairs and walked straight towards the kitchen.
"Sir, what do you want, give me an order, and I will do it." The kitchen chef saw Rong Fan coming and asked hurriedly.
"Just prepare some ingredients for me." Rong Fan said as he unbuttoned the sleeves of his white shirt, rolled up the sleeves, revealing his sturdy arms, and ordered the chef to wash the ingredients, he cut it with his own hands, although The cutting is slow, not very regular and even, but it's still not bad, and it barely catches the eye.
Thinking of always making her in the past, when he was watching, she would tell him from time to time that this dish needs to be added a little more to make it more delicious, and what to add to that dish to make the color brighter, and what step sequence will affect The taste, he has never cooked in his life, even before he met Xia Ran, he didn't know what many dishes were called.
Xia Ran, born in a wealthy family, grew up with a golden key. She would take him to the messy vegetable market to buy groceries. She would bargain for a few cents and the vegetable sellers. In the end, she won. She couldn't bear to buy a bunch of dishes that she actually didn't need, and her hands that could play the most moving music would not dislike it and reach into the pool to personally pick the fish. It's not that there are no servants in her home, but when she cooks, she doesn't even give the servant the chance to make a hand, because she said the handling of the dishes also affects the taste of the dishes.