The Gong Sheng does not often eat at home.

The Presidential Office is busy with affairs and has to deal with many things every day. It can be said that every day when you open your eyes, you have to wait for him to make a decision on a slightly larger level in this country.

He controlled the direction of the operation of the huge empire, formed allies, and detained the enemy. He tried to use other means to solve the problem without fighting, so that the people of the empire could live a life without war, without poverty and hunger, and as peaceful and prosperous as possible.

So, his daily schedule is quite full.

If you don’t receive foreign envoys, you will meet with cabinet elders, or hold meetings with chiefs of various departments to study, and you will eat state banquets or simple and quick working meals.

Anyway, he just works overtime until late at night to come back to sleep. This villa is more of a place for him to rest, not like a home.

However, that night, he did not work overtime until late at night, but came back from get off work on time in the evening. When he stood in the courtyard, he deeply felt the smell of "home".

His heart was slightly touched, and he couldn't help but stand in place and take a deep breath for several seconds before he stepped on his long legs and walked into the villa.

As soon as he entered the door, to his surprise, Yun Qiao actually put on an apron and brought a bowl of something out of the kitchen.

The little woman was still yelling softly as she walked: "It's so hot, so hot!"

The cook followed her nervously: "Miss Xiao Qiao, let me do it!"

Yun Qiao curled his lips carelessly: "No, let me experience what it feels like to pass the meal!"

The cook was helpless and quickly held it with his hands underneath, for fear that the hot stew pot would accidentally fail and hit Yun Qiao's feet.

Seeing this, Gong Sheng quickly stepped forward a few steps, took it from Yun Qiao, and placed the stewing pot firmly on the dining table.

The cook was nervous: "Sir, you are back!"

Yun Qiao pouted: "It's the right time for you to come back, and you're stuck with the order to eat."

Gong Sheng did not go to see the soup on the table, but instead pinched her hand: "Did it be burnt? The injury in the palm of his hand has not been completely healed, why did he bring the soup and pour water?"

Yun Qiao curled her lips: "How did I know that this stew pot is so hot?"

In the past, there were young eunuchs and palace maids serving her. She didn't touch her fingers and thought it was easy to hold a bowl. Who knew it was so hot when she touched it, but she was embarrassed to give up halfway.

Gong Sheng was speechless for a while and said angrily: "There is something called thermal insulation gloves, don't you know?"

Yun Qiao was curious: "Is that so? There is still that kind of thing? I don't know."

Gong Sheng: "…"

Zhang Bo hurried over to smooth things over: "President, the meals for tonight were all prepared for you by Miss Xiao Qiao alone. Look, the rice is steamed and the vegetables are original. The most amazing thing is that this Buddha jumped over the wall, but the lost secret recipe... "

When Gong Sheng heard this, he raised his eyebrows.

All of this was done by Yun Qiao alone?

He was simply unbelievable.

It turned out that the smell of "home" he smelled was the smell that Yun Qiao made for him by himself...

Gong Sheng sat down at the dining table, took a deep breath, and the first one to taste was the bowl of Buddha jumping over the wall.

A rich fragrance comes to your nose.

He took a big sip while it was hot.

Well, the soup is indeed rich and stunning!

only……

Gong Sheng frowned slightly.
Chapter completed!