Stay Home Daddy: I Was Reborn After My Daughter Passed Away
Chapter 224: Two hundred twenty-four Is this cook not the very person I just ran into?_1

Chapter 224: Two hundred twenty-four Is this cook not the very person I just ran into?_1

Gu Chen wasn’t a fool, Uncle Guang had just been so proactive, it was obvious he was smitten with her.

Besides, even if he wasn’t smitten, he had no interest in her, because he only loved his own wife.

"Sorry, I forgot my phone."

Look at these people, one excuse more natural than the last.

However, the young woman didn’t give up, and promptly took a business card from the drawer and handed it to him.

Her smile blooming like flowers, "Mister, this is my business card."

There was no helping it, since he didn’t save her number, she had to give out her business card!

Uncle Guang: "..."

What about the rules? The system?

You don’t hit a person like that, are young people these days all so direct?

Her lying so boldly would make him seem very embarrassed!

After the two of them left the bank, Gu Chen handed the business card to Uncle Guang.

He gave him a meaningful look and laughed, "You might find it useful."

Uncle Guang opened his eyes wide in astonishment, "Do I look like that kind of person?"

Sure, he might be old, but he needed to keep his spirits up.

Gu Chen shook his head and laughed, his hand casually stretching towards a nearby trash can.

"If you don’t want it, I’ll just throw it away. But this is the only one I have."

!!!

Uncle Guang’s eyelid twitched, and he irritably gave Gu Chen a look.

"Am I that kind of person? There are lots of young ladies chasing me, okay?"

Who doesn’t want a bit of respect, seriously.

He didn’t disdain finding a girlfriend; it wasn’t that he couldn’t find one!

Gu Chen chuckled, "Then I’ll throw it out."

After speaking, his peripheral vision suddenly caught sight of a person headed towards the bank in a hurry.

This person was wearing all black, head down, looking very rushed.

At this time, most people were leaving the bank, and someone in such a hurry could easily be assumed to have some urgent issue at home.

Gu Chen couldn’t help but take a few more looks.

Uncle Guang was just being stubborn. Seeing that Gu Chen was really about to toss the business card, he quickly snatched it from his hand, flicked it, and then pocketed it.

With a teasing tone, he said, "Seeing how sincere you are, I’ll give you face."

Inwardly, he couldn’t help feeling envious; being young was great, if he were as young as Gu Chen, he wouldn’t know how many beautiful young ladies would be chasing him.

By now, the person had approached nearer, heard Uncle Guang’s voice, visibly startled, followed by a somewhat unnatural expression, looking somewhat at a loss.

The next second, they quickly turned their head and walked back the way they came.

At this moment, Uncle Guang, his back still turned, was unaware and carelessly laughing with Gu Chen.

"Alright, alright, we’re running out of time, better hurry up and cook!"

Gu Chen nodded, "Oh."

He then withdrew his gaze, and the two of them turned around and walked towards the rental house.

The rental was not far from there, just a two-minute walk.

It was conveniently on the first floor.

Uncle Guang knocked on the door, but there was no response.

He knocked a few more times, still no response, and subconsciously checked his watch.

The hands on the Rolex watch pointed to five and fifteen.

He couldn’t help muttering to himself, "Strange, it’s this time already, where is the person?"

It should be understood that a chef’s duty is to cook, especially at mealtime, and yet the person wasn’t there?

As he wondered, he heard a flurry of footsteps coming from inside.

"Coming, coming."

The person inside opened the door in a panic.

Gu Chen glanced over, and the individual was wearing a white chef’s coat and a pair of shiny leather shoes.

Upon seeing Uncle Guang, he seemed somewhat nervous, yet he still wore a smile and politely greeted him.

"Why have you come yourself today?"

Usually, it was Xiao Liu or Xiao Zhang who came over, and having been here for so long, it was Uncle Guang’s first appearance.

Plus, he felt guilty, as if he were a thief.

Feeling nervous was inevitable.

Uncle Guang glanced inside the room before saying, "Have you bought everything we need for today’s meal?"

He didn’t introduce Mr. Guan.

After all, the other person was just a minor chef, not worth the detailed introduction.

This is how the Ji Family operated.

Revealing too much about one’s status isn’t always a good thing.

Guang Zhuo nodded respectfully, "All bought, all bought, I was just about to start cooking!"

Mr. Guan watched him, his brows imperceptibly twitching.

This man, he seemed more and more familiar—wasn’t he the very person he had just seen at the bank entrance?

At that moment, upon hearing Uncle Guang’s voice, he had immediately turned around and left.

It seemed as though he was quite afraid of him.

On closer observation, the last button on the man’s white chef’s uniform was also fastened in the wrong hole.

Clearly, he had hastily changed his clothes after returning.

Mr. Guan pursed his lips, feeling that something was amiss.

Bai Guang, who was standing nearby and heard that everything for the meal had been bought, casually said, "You don’t need to cook today, take a rest."

After speaking, he went into the kitchen with Mr. Guan.

Upon hearing he wasn’t needed to cook, Guang Zhuo couldn’t help but grow nervous.

What was this about?

He had been cooking for so many days, why was he suddenly being told not to?

Could it be that they had discovered something?

Really, one shouldn’t commit misdeeds; whether the other person knows or not, just seeing them makes you nervous, just like Guang Zhuo now.

Uncle Guang hadn’t said much, but the strings in his mind were already tightened to their limit, and his palms were sweating profusely.

He watched Uncle Guang nervously.

"But, but I’ve always been the one to cook, haven’t I? What’s happened, if there’s any area where I haven’t done well, I can change," he stammered.

Seeing his anxious face, Uncle Guang assumed his words had been misunderstood.

He patted his shoulder.

"No worries, we just wanted to give Mr. Ji a change in taste today, we’re not thinking of replacing you. Go on with your work," he reassured.

Hearing Uncle Guang say this, Guang Zhuo finally breathed a sigh of relief.

So they weren’t going to replace him.

He looked over at Mr. Guan’s face, "Are you cooking for Mr. Ji today?"

This young man, he didn’t look like he could cook anything significant, for cooking, it had to be an old chef like him.

The dishes he had stir-fried were more numerous than the roads he had traveled.

That was the accumulation of experience, something these young chefs didn’t have.

Mr. Guan nodded and smiled politely, "Yes, it’s me." He then walked into the kitchen, looked around, and asked, "Where are the ingredients?"

Guang Zhuo pointed to the refrigerator with a smile, "All in the fridge."

After speaking, he strolled over and opened the refrigerator door.

"If you ask me, it still should be me doing the cooking; you newcomers just lack the experience," he declared.

I am a head chef at a five-star hotel, after all.

Do you understand what being a head chef means?

Whenever I start on the wok, at least three or four apprentices would be standing by my side, bowing and calling me ’Master’!

This young fella, no offense, but he hardly caught my eye.

I bet he’d struggle just to toss the contents of a pan.

Sometimes that’s just how it is with people, if you like them, anything is negotiable, but if not, the more you see them, the less you respect them, and you can pick out a million faults in them!