“Xinxin, add that guru’s WeChat for grandma also. That way I can browse her work in her friends’ circle in the future as well,” said Old Mrs. Chen as she handed Chen Kexin her cellphone.
Chen Kexin almost jumped up into the air.
Her grandmother wanted to add Gu Shishi’s WeChat?
Even Gu Wushuang and her lot didn’t have her grandmother’s WeChat!
“Grandma, I can help you with whatever paintings that you want to buy. The doctor has also said that you shouldn’t be spending so much time on your cellphone…”
“Don’t worry about it. I won’t spend that much time on it. You won’t have that much time to mind my business anyway,” said Old Mrs. Chen with a smile. “Is Ink Painting Guru her alias? Quickly, introduce the two of us.”
Chen Kexin, “……”
She couldn’t handle the pressure anymore so she did what she was asked.
Yet, after she had forced herself to send the friend’s request for her grandmother…
“Grandma doesn’t have her glasses with her. Why don’t you say hi to the Master for me?”
Old Mrs. Chen was always a polite person.
“And that emoji that you sent me last time. The one that has the admiration look to it with large, starry eyes. Send that one over too.”
Chen Kexin, “… She hasn’t accepted your friend’s request yet, grandma.”
Give me a break, grandma!
***
Inside the mansion, Gu Shishi had already put aside her “work phone”.
She put the black bamboo fan inside a box, tied a pretty red ribbon around it, and was about to take it to the boss.
Right after she walked out, she could hear Butler Lin talking to someone in the hallway.
Gu Shishi didn’t mean to eavesdrop, but the voice sounded very familiar.
She couldn’t help but peek and found out to her surprise that it was the chef.
The chef wanted to take time off over the Mid-Autumn Festival?
Oh, no delicious food then?
Gu Shishi felt a bit regretful.
But, come to think about it, the chef seemed to work even harder than her.
This body still has four days off a month, but the chef cooked for them daily. She had never seen him taken a day off.
Now that it’s a festival, he should take a few days off and get some good rest.
Gu Shishi nodded with compassion.
“Five days? That’s a bit long, don’t you think? Why are you just now telling me? I won’t have enough time to find a replacement to stand in for you. You know, Young Master is used to your cooking and your disciples aren’t quite ready to step up in your place yet.” Butler Lin was a bit troubled as well.
The chef sighed as well and was very apologetic.
“It’s my daughter. She didn’t tell me in advance that she had booked travel for me. I never had that much time with them and she really wanted me to spend time….” He stopped suddenly in the middle of his sentence.
Gu Shishi raised her brows.
The next second, the air chilled around them.
“Young Master.” Butler Lin was the first to recover.
Gu Shishi walked over to the end of the staircase. Sure enough, she saw the tall and slender Boss Hao walked over to the living room – where the discussion was taking place.
He didn’t say a word, but scanned over the two people with his black eyes emotionlessly.
The poor chef immediately froze in place and didn’t even know what to do with his hands.
“Well, I guess… I won’t take any time off this time. I’ll let my daughter know to cancel the trip.” The chef changed his tone right away.
Gu Shishi blinked.
She looked over at Boss Huo and noticed that his back was even straighter than usual.
Perhaps, she was being overly sensitive but she felt that the cold air radiating from him had gotten worse from what the chef had said.
Huo Sishen didn’t look at them again. He just walked past them.
Gu Shishi looked at the distressed chef and then at the bleak back of the boss…
“Ugh… perhaps I can cook over the mid-autumn festival,” she blurted out all of a sudden.
As soon as she finished saying that, she wished she could submerge her head under water to cool down.
Her? Cook?
What could she make?
What was she thinking?
Her master was mostly drawing when he wasn’t reading in bed.
She started cooking when she was seven, but she only knew how to make common household dishes. They were fine for her master, who didn’t have much expectations when it came to food and all he ever wanted to do was to paint, but the boss…? He has such a high standard.
Ugh!
Butler Lin had just said that the boss didn’t even care for the chef’s disciples’ cooking. He must be picky when it came to other chefs as well, which was why it was difficult to find a replacement when the chef was out.
The boss would probably hate her!
What if he didn’t like the food and starve himself for five days?! His bad temper would be even worse!
“Oh, hahaha. Listen to me talk. I really only know how to make a few regular dishes…”
Gu Shishi tried to save what she had already said, but she was interrupted before she could finish her sentence!
“Okay.”
Okay what?
Who said that?
Gu Shishi was about to start sweating!
