C16

She really didn't understand. In the past, how could she abandon a man that loved her so much? In this life, even if he chopped off her hand and blinded her 24K titanium dog eyes, she would absolutely not let him go, definitely not!

Lin Xiaoqing was happy to learn that Beichuan cared so much about her. However, the thought of not being able to help him sign the contract made her unhappy. She even suspected that she was doing him a disservice.

She sat in front of the dressing table, smearing basic daily care products on her body. Although she looked calm, she was actually very unwilling.

Although Liu Dongqiang had a big problem with his character, she had no choice but to admit that he cooked … No, it should be called specializing in cooking. After all, a chef of this level had sufficient strength.

He possessed the skills of an experienced general as well as the courage and fortitude of a young person. Thus, purely speaking of his own creativity, he was indeed the number one choice in her mind. Ai, what's the use of thinking about this now?

"You already smeared that bottle earlier."

Suddenly, a voice reached her ears. She snapped out of her daze and realized that Lin Xiaoqing was already sitting on the bed.

"Hmm? What did you just say? " She laughed dryly in a somewhat flustered manner.

He smiled and said, "I said, the bottle in your hand has already been painted once. Are you sure you want to paint it again?"

"Eh? Really? I've painted it? " She was slightly surprised as she looked at the round bottle in her hand. How come she didn't have any impression of it at all?

Song Beichuan felt it was funny, but he also felt his heart ache. He left the bed and came behind her, gently pressing her shoulder.

"Let me take care of the company, okay? Don't think about it anymore. "

"But …"

"No buts." He interrupted her softly. "You shouldn't be the one to worry about the company. Don't you want to make me feel guilty?"

"But …" Although it was clear that there were no buts, she still wanted to work harder. "There's still a chance, isn't there?"

"You're not thinking of going back and finding that Liu guy again, are you?" If she were to nod her head, he would definitely... She tied it to the bed and made her beg for mercy, making her tremble and unable to get out of the bed!

"No, how is that possible?" She laughed dryly and said, "I'm just thinking. Maybe I can think of a few famous chefs and go visit him personally …"

"I've tried everything," Song Beichuan shook his head with a bitter smile. He sighed and said, "I've looked for everything I can find. Either it's inconvenient for the chef to sign such a contract, or the dishes that come out are returned by the wine merchant. "Besides, the deadline is next Monday. What other lists can we come up with?"

The other party wanted a regular chef with a black belt. If he wasn't a roadside food chef, where would he find so many chefs? Plus, every time he was rejected by the wine merchants, he had to think about how those proud chefs would bow in apology. With such a hellish cycle of death, he had had enough.

Lin Xiaoqing looked at her reflection in the mirror. She thought that she would finally be willing to shoulder some burden for Song Beichuan after a lifetime, but in the end, she was still powerless.

"Don't look like that." He bent down and gave her a gentle kiss on the top of her head. He said gently, "I've already said that even if we didn't reach a deal, my company wouldn't go out of business. Don't worry so much."

"I know." She lowered her head. Of course she knew. However, she thought that if she could sign that five-year contract, then the pressure on Beichuan's performance would lessen, and he would not have to work late into the night. He would even have to go out for the sake of his performance …

As he thought of this, a sudden flash of inspiration struck him. The spicy feeling was akin to Newton being smashed in the head by a durian, the collapse of the Eiffel Tower, the melting of the ice cream from the Statue of Liberty … Back to the main topic.

Yeah, why didn't she think of that? Since his hopes were so slim, why not just give it a shot?

Her delicate body jolted. She stood up excitedly and turned around to look straight at her husband. Her eyes were very firm.

"Beichuan, can you trust me again?"

Her attitude made Song Beichuan a little wary, so he decided to make the first move. "Let me state this first, no matter who you're going to negotiate with, I won't agree to let you go out to do business …"

"Hmm, no," she laughed out loud, stopping his nerves. "This time, I'm not looking for anyone. You're the one looking for me."

"Huh?" Song Beichuan frowned, "What are you talking about?"

"For this dish," she said with a smile, "I'll make it for your wife!"

"You?" This time, he was terrified. His mouth was wide open from shock, enough to fit a fist in for a moment … Well, he didn't have any questions.

"Why are you doing this?" She laughed and gave him a light thump on the chest. "How dare you look down on your wife?"

Thanks to Liu Dongqiang's blessing, she had learned quite a bit of good cooking skills in her previous life. Although she would not do it again if she became interested, she still had her memories.

She thought that since she had learned her craft from him, it might not be impossible for her to cook in a style similar to his.

"It's not that I'm looking down on you, but …" Song Beichuan wiped his face. The situation had changed too quickly for him to digest.

He admitted that his family's three meals had indeed become more exquisite and delicious, but compared to the five star French cuisine, there seemed to be something missing … She couldn't possibly wear a blond wig and say that this was a chef from France, could she?

"In addition, the wine merchant's request is for a chef with status," he added. "Calculate your dishes to their satisfaction, I'm worried …"

"If you won't tell me, and I won't tell you, who knows who cooked that dish?" They always do it first, don't they? " Lin Xiaoqing interrupted him, winking mischievously.

"That's right …"

In the past, in order for the Wine Master to be completely impartial and unaffected by the chef's fame, he wouldn't tell the chef about his cooking at the moment when he provided the ingredients

Which chef did it come from?

"So, what are you worried about?" Lin Xiaoqing continued to persuade him, "If they're not satisfied with my cooking, then forget it. If I happen to get the big prize, would they be willing to use my dishes? It wouldn't be too late to let them decide then?"

Every word she said was reasonable, but to Song Beichuan's ears, it was shocking. It felt like she was pushing an ordinary housewife into an international cuisine competition; no matter how he thought about it, it was not safe.