Chapter 131: Love lunch with smiley omelette

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Mo Shiqian led her into the office and closed the door.
"Come on purpose, what happened?"
Chi Huan looked up at him, and she found out that this man was originally suitable for wearing a suit ... In fact, it was not a very formal one. There were even two unbuttoned buttons on the shirt.
But this shirt and trousers blended into this office that seemed to be a business-chic overall style, as if he belonged to this place.
"Oh, when I went in 1999, I was in fashion. When he saw me alone, he took me over to have dinner with you."
She said that, he didn't ask much, just whispered, "I haven't finished a little work, wait for me for half an hour, eh?"
Chi Huan glanced at the sofa against the wall, "OK."
She sat on the sofa, looking bored at the man's office.
This style ... is exactly the same as the decoration of his Xishan Mansion. She is probably an interior designer.
Within a minute, the female secretary brought a cup of tea and brought in, "Miss Chi, your tea."
Chi Huan replied casually, "OK, thank you."
The female secretary gave her a more complex look, then got up and took the door out.
Less than ten minutes later, the office door was knocked again.
"Come in."
Chi Huan originally stood in front of a floor-to-ceiling window overlooking the city landscape below. She didn't care much when a secretary came in, until the male secretary who had blocked her said before, "Mr. Mo, I'll send you in your lunch. ? "
"Just leave it."
lunch?
Isn't he going to eat with her?
She turned around, facing the upper secretary and looked at her, but quickly closed it and turned out of the office.
Chi Huan pursed her lips and said unhappy, "Aren't you going out to dinner with me?"
She had waited so long without seeing him.
The man typing the keyboard looked up at her, and glanced at the incubator on the desk by the secretary. "This is all right. The secretary will order me lunch every day. You see what you want to eat, I will take You go. "
"Oh."
Mo Shiqian continued to lower his head to work, a pair of eyes staring at the screen of the notebook intently, quietly, and meticulously.
Chi Huan suddenly thought of a rotten saying-serious men are the most attractive.
She was about to retract her gaze, and accidentally glanced at the incubator, her eyes narrowed, and she walked up.
It is a silver insulation box, like the one bought in a shopping mall ... If she was in Lancheng when she was filming, the maids of the Chi family sometimes gave her meals, and they used this similar insulation box.
She picked it up and turned around without any business signs.
Raise your wrist again to see the time ... Just after five o'clock at eleven o'clock, is it too early to have lunch at this time according to the working hours of nine to five?
"Your lunch ... where did the secretary order it?"
"Nearby restaurant."
"Is this home every day? Still fixed."
"Well, fixed."
Chi Huan lowered the insulation box, unscrewed the lid, and the egg scent from the face was very strong.
The first layer is fried eggs, and ... smiley fried eggs.
She remembers that Youran also likes to make smiles on fried eggs, and the little girl's favorite things are also fun.
She took out the dishes layer by layer.
Eggs, fried beef, pork rib soup, fried potato shreds, shrimp ...
Smell the taste, have an appetite, look at the salesman ... very homely, rich content but also very homely.
Unless you have seriously and systematically learned cooking in your own home-fried meals, there will always be a discernible difference between the meals and the professional chefs from the hotel restaurant.
Chi Huan looked down at the man who was still working hard and asked, pursing his lips, "Which restaurant do you order this meal for?"
"Secretary Chen is in charge," Mo Shiqian lifted her eyes and watched as she "disassembled" all the insulation boxes. "Would you like to go to this place?"
"Well, it looks delicious."
"Okay, I'll ask him later."
Chi Huan looked down and put his fingers on the desk's desktop. "You are so busy, otherwise you can ask him to order another one and send it over. We will eat here as well. Your office environment is also good and the view is great."
Mo Shiqian frowned. "I'll take you out to eat."
Although he usually eats in the office at noon, she came over to eat with him deliberately. Although he didn't pay much attention to the form, the two men seemed too casual in the office.
Chi Huan picked up the spoon and took a sip of the soup. "But I'm hungry."
The man sighed lowly, "I'll take you to eat now?"
"But I just want to eat this. It looks delicious."
Mo Shiqian watched her bite a spoon and look at herself. After looking at her for a few seconds, he opened his mouth. "Then you eat first, and I will let Secretary Chen send another one, eh?"
She nodded.
The man reached out and pressed the inside line, dialing the outside secretary, "set another lunch, and then move in a chair."
He just hung up.
Chi Huan lowered his head and slowly drank the soup. It should have a very delicious taste, because it looks like this, but it seems that he can't taste any specific taste.
Secretary Chen pushed in and came in shortly after. He was just the male secretary.
He saw that Chi Huan was eating Mo Shiqian's lunch, his frown frowned, but he didn't show anything very obvious, but he was a little embarrassed, "Mr. Mo ..."
The man looked up, his eyebrows frowned. "Where's the chair?"
Secretary Chen now knew that he wanted the chair to let Chi Huan sit down. "I'll bring it in later ... I want to ask. This restaurant seems to be busy right now. If you order food now, you might have to wait an hour or two. , President Mo, is it possible to change restaurants today? "
peak?
Peak before 11:30?
Chi Huan dropped his spoon, pursed his red lips, and looked at it with a smile. "What restaurant business is so good?"
"Yes ... a small restaurant nearby, not very famous, but the chef's skills are good."
She tone up, "Not famous, do you have a name?"
Secretary Chen looked at her, "This ... I don't remember the specific name, I always contact their front desk phone ..."
"Then you call."
Chi Huan interrupted him directly, and his voice had changed from cold to cold.
Secretary Chen looked at her with dissatisfaction and nervousness, and he looked at Mo Shiqian with difficulty. "Mr. Mo ..."
Mo Shiqian is tepid and indifferent. "She asked you to call you and make a phone call. Is it difficult?"
"Miss Chi ... other restaurants also have delicious flavors, so there is no need to order the same."
"I'm going to be the same, is there a problem?"
Secretary Chen saw that the man didn't mean to speak, so he had to bite the bullet and said, "It's okay ... but it may take a long time, I'll make it out."
The woman's voice interrupted him coldly, "just hit here."