"Isn't the Rick family preparing to bid for a project recently? SN will also go there." Nangong Sihua said.
"Understood." Jiang Zhu immediately understood what the young master meant.
For general project bidding, only SN Company goes.
Other companies have little hope.
Because SN company has strong strength, professional attitude and high efficiency.
Therefore, SN was banned as the company that they least wanted to encounter in the bidding.
Nangong Sihua was about to hang up the phone when Jiang Zhu suddenly called him.
"Young Master, Nan Yu..." Jiang Zhu didn't know whether he should say it or not.
"Huh?" Nangong Sihua frowned.
What happened to Nan Yu?
"The Nan family came looking for him and wanted him to go back." Jiang Zhu said.
The Nan family didn't know why they suddenly came to the door, saying that they wanted Nan Yu to recognize his ancestor and return to the clan.
Jiang Zhu thinks that the Nan family must be uneasy and kind-hearted.
But if Nan Yu goes back, then his dead mother can legitimately have an identity and will no longer be someone else's mistress.
So Nan Yu was in great pain.
"I understand." Nangong Sihua pressed his eyebrows and said.
When Jiang Zhu heard this, he knew that the young master already had an idea in mind.
He was relieved that the young master took action.
After Nangong Sihua hung up the phone, he pressed his eyebrows.
He also raised Nan Yu single-handedly, and he knows his character best.
He is kind and gentle to everyone except himself.
The Nan family, which had not let him go back for more than twenty years, let him go back at this time.
Something must have happened to the Nan family.
Nangong Sihua scrolled through the address book on his mobile phone and found one of them and sent a few messages.
Then, just as he was about to call Tang Li, he heard his daughter calling him sweetly.
Nangong Sihua immediately turned around and walked towards the cabin.
Dong Jue ran dozens of laps around the lavender field before returning.
After taking a bath, I came to see the young master. Nangong Sihua was kneading dough in the kitchen of the wooden house, and Xiao Qingli was sitting next to him on a small bench to help choose vegetables.
Dong Jue looked at the young master in surprise.
The young master actually knows how to cook.
When did you learn it?
So Dong Jue took out his cell phone that had not been used for ten thousand years.
Find a communication group for beautiful boys.
He sent his first message in this group.
Dong Jue: "Young Master actually knows how to cook."
Tang Li: "Wow, Dong Jue actually sent a message. It's worth remembering!"
Xi Ci: "Tang Li, is this the point?"
Xi Ci: "The point is that young master wants to cook!"
Tang Li: "Wow!"
Tang Li: "Dong Jue, you'd better take the young master out to eat."
Dong Jue slowly made a question mark.
Xi Ci: "The things made by the young master can poison me."
Song Shi: "So terrifying!"
Flower: "Shocked!"
Feng: "Sure enough, no one is perfect, God is still fair."
Xue: "As you said, I want to try the dishes cooked by the young master."
Just out of curiosity, is it really that powerful?
Dong Jue looked up at the young master.
Um. . . . . .
Does he want to stop it?
Nangong Sihua put the mobile phone on the stand.
He didn't believe it. It wouldn't taste good if he followed the instructions!
While the noodles are waking up, you can adjust the dumpling fillings.
Um. . . . .
A pinch of salt.
A little more!
Nangong Sihua is a little angry, doesn't he have more accurate figures?
This is very unfriendly to people who can't cook.
Nangong Sihua could only add a little of what he understood according to his own ideas.
Dong Jue looked behind him curiously.
Xiao Qingli has already chosen the dishes.
Then he looked up at Dad with a serious face. .
After mixing it, Nangong Sihua dipped his chopsticks into it and tasted it.
Well.
Why is it a bit bitter?
What step did he take wrong?
Nangong Sihua looked at the dumpling fillings in the basin with confusion.
There is no way, you definitely can’t eat dumpling fillings that are bitter.
So Nangong Sihua minced some more minced meat.
Ready to adjust again.
Dong Jue volunteered and he came.
Nangong Sihua didn't want her daughter to be unable to eat dumplings.
So give way.
Will Dong Jue know it?
Of course Dong Jue won’t.
But he just watched the video played by the young master,
Dong Jue pursed his lips and put in eggs, salt, oyster sauce and various seasonings.
Nangong Sihua watched from the side.
I also put these things just now.
What a difference the taste could make.
After mixing it, Nangong Sihua dipped a little with his chopsticks doubtfully.
Well.
The taste is really different.
Afterwards, Dong Jue consciously watched the dough rolling tutorial on his mobile phone.
It turns out to be that simple.
Dong Jue grabbed the dough and looked at the tutorial on his phone to learn.
Soon. Just roll out a few dumpling skins.
Nangong Sihua looked at his subordinates in surprise.
Why is it so easy for him to learn?
Xiao Qingli stood on the small bench, holding the dumpling wrapper in his hand and slowly wrapping it up.
Don't say it. Still decent.
"Daddy, your dumplings are so irritating." Xiao Qingli glanced at the dumplings made by her.
Nangong Sihua stretched out his hand and pinched the opening shut.
As a result, the crack became even bigger.
Nangong Sihua had no choice but to wrap it up with another layer of skin.
Dong Jue was very efficient and finished rolling out the dough quickly.
Then he made an extra large dumpling for Xiao Qingli and Nangong Sihua.
The kind as big as a palm.
While cooking, Dongjue took a look at the tutorial.
Then I started cooking seriously.
The father and daughter could only watch from the side.
Dong Jue finally cooked two large dumplings, and then cooked the smaller one.
Finally put it on the table.
"Young Master, it's ready." Dong Jue said.
"Very good." Nangong looked at Dong Jue appreciatively.
Xiao Qingli happily ate Dongjue’s special large dumplings.
Nangong Sihua also took a bite of the big dumpling.
It's quite delicious.
Both father and daughter were eating happily. Dong Jue watched them eating happily, and a sense of joy arose in his heart.
It turns out that sometimes, seeing someone happy makes you happy too.
Especially when watching the young master eating the food he cooked, he will feel very satisfied.
After Nangong Sihua finished eating, Xiao Qingli only ate half of the dumpling.
Suddenly, the phone on the desktop vibrated.
Nangong Sihua picked up the phone and took a look.
The more he looked, the tighter his frown became.
The Nan family actually had this idea.
Nangong Sihua felt distressed.
"Sheng'er, we are going back today." Nangong Sihua said looking at his daughter.
"Yeah, yeah." Xiao Qingli had long wanted to go back.
I miss Brother Nan Yu and the others, and I also miss roast duck.
Nangong Sihua used his mobile phone to book tickets for the afternoon.
Xiaoqingli dumplings were half eaten and couldn't be eaten anymore. Dongjue took them and finished them in two or three bites.
Later, Nangong Sihua took her daughter and Dong Jue back to the manor to pack their things.
Outside the manor, Rick was holding a gift box, and Neve was standing next to him.
They came to apologize.
The housekeeper explained that the young master and the young master had already gone out to play.
Rick had to wait at the door.
Neve was already impatient.
If his father hadn't threatened him with his pocket money, he wouldn't have come.
And he actually made them wait for so long.
They are really barbarians and don’t know any etiquette.
Rick was also sweating profusely and kept wiping the sweat with a handkerchief.
Why hasn’t Mr. Nangong come back yet?
It was already noon.
Rick almost fainted from the heat.
Suddenly he heard the sound of a car.
Is Mr. Nangong back?
"Sir, there is someone at the door." the driver said.
Nangong Sihua took a look.
It's Rick.
"Don't worry about it, just go in." Nangong Sihua said coldly, then closed his eyes and thought.
Xiao Qingli played with the Buddhist beads on Dad's hand.
Rick watched the car pass mercilessly in front of him.
Um. . . . . .
"Mr. Nangong, I'm Rick!" Rick shouted.
"I'm here to apologize!"
Even though Rick shouted so loudly, the car still didn't stop and even accelerated.
No, he must see Mr. Nangong today.
Rick continued to wait.
About an hour later.
The car passed by Rick again.
"Nangong..."
Before he finished shouting, the car had already driven away.
