Chapter 932: Learning How To Cook? Is It For Your Husband?
Feng City television station building.
In the staff office ofMy Restaurant.
“What did you just say?”
The new intern girl was also very confused. She stood at the door timidly and repeated in a low voice, “Tang Xinrou’s manager just called and asked if her friend could join with her.”
My Restaurant’s program director, Xing Jiang, laughed in anger. “What does she think our program is? Does she want to invite friends to visit her? Tell her that’s impossible! If she’s not willing, then don’t come!”
Tang Xinrou did not announce her ident.i.ty to the public, so only a small group of people in the industry knew that she was the daughter of the Tang Family.
Most people only thought that she was an ordinary girl who had not graduated and was slightly lucky to have caught Kang Yuan’s eye.
After all, people with powerful backgrounds had much more than that. Whereas, Tang Xinrou only had Ride the Wind: A drama that she wouldn’t have even led if she wasn’t friends with Song Yaoyao.
“But…” the girl felt wronged and handed over a note. “But, the person she wants to bring is Song Yaoyao.”
Xing Jiang was stunned. He suspected that he had heard wrongly. “Who?”
“Song Yaoyao. She’s Director Kang’s student; the top scorer in the college entrance examination. Tang Xinrou’s manager gave me a number and said that if you’re willing, you can contact Song Yaoyao yourself.” Song Yaoyao said that she’s a fan of Mr. Pan’s and is willing to pay to be on the show.”
Cough cough cough…
Xing Jiang’s face was burning with pain. He stretched out his hand in embarra.s.sment. “Give me the number.”
“Okay…”
He took the number and looked at it a few times. With a serious expression, he waved his hand and chased the girl out.
The office door had just closed when he took out his phone and dialed the number on the note.
“h.e.l.lo, Song Yaoyao speaking.”
A sweet and soft girl’s voice came through the phone receiver.
Cough cough cough! It was really Song Yaoyao!
Xing Jiang was surprised and delighted. “h.e.l.lo, Miss Song, I’m the director of My Restaurant, Xing Jiang…”
…
That night, My Restaurant announced the guests for the next episode. At the same time, there was a mysterious silhouette with a big question mark on it.
My Restaurant (verified): “Let’s see which cuties we will be welcoming in the next episode! Hehehe, we also have a mystery guest who is Mr. Pan’s diehard fan! Speaking of which, just by looking at the shadow, can you guess who it is?”
“You’re messing with us again, naughty!”
“Looks like it is a young lady. That’s all I’m taking away from this.”
“This last picture, the shadow gives me an inexplicable sense of familiarity. The name is on the tip of my tongue, but I just can’t pinpoint it, ahhh!”
“Ah, Baby Rourou, Baby Rourou is finally doing something. I’m dying.”
“Full recovery! I love Rourou!”
“Rourou is still as beautiful as ever! Baby, eat well, Mommy loves you!”
“See you next week!”
“Huhuhu, I really want my idol to partic.i.p.ate. Luo Xingguang, did you hear that Tang Xinrou is partic.i.p.ating in a variety show? Why aren’t you here?! @LuoXingguang”
…
Huo Yunque took off his coat and handed it to Uncle Zhang. He looked around and raised his eyebrows. “Where is she?”
Uncle Zhang pointed behind him with a smile. “Miss Song is in the kitchen.”
Ahem—
Huo Yunque facepalmed. “What is she doing now?”
Huo Qi interrupted, “Master, perhaps Miss Song is feeling sorry for you and wants to learn how to cook for you?”
Huo Yunque’s lips curled up slightly at those words.
“As long as she’s obedient, then I am satisfied.”
As for cooking…