After hearing this, He Wangzhong showed an enigmatic smile. This was not only a small step for family harmony, but also a big step for the advancement of cooking skills.
He Renyuan is so naughty that you can even eat the food he cooks. Needless to say, there is no need to mention his strength.
"Lao Qi, help me ask Ayuan what he likes to eat recently."
The housekeeper thought back to the young master who ate tea eggs for breakfast. At this moment, the figures of the eldest young master and the younger young master inexplicably overlapped, "I can eat anything these days."
He Wangzhong: "I have to think about what to do tomorrow."
He Wangzhong's previous cooking was not eaten by anyone. He Renyuan's biological mother, Shu Mei, privately asked the housekeeper to ask him not to report so truthfully every time, such as "taking a look, taking a bite, and complimenting" such words with great emotional value. , that’s called a white lie.
The housekeeper thought to himself that the chairman's current mental state is really suitable for Cha Bao. One cooks and the other works. As a middleman, he does not make any profit difference, just to complete the task of his wife, killing two birds with one stone!
He Wangzhong does not cook the whole process by hand. The chef directs everything, so the taste is not much different. Look, Cha Bao loves to eat.
After Bai Xiaocha made the call to the housekeeper, he doubled down on the pumpkin soup, saying, "It's sweet mushrooms and delicious."
The butler’s eyes were full of doting: “The baby deserves the best white truffle in the world.”
When Bai Xiaocha finished scraping the pumpkin porridge at the bottom of the bowl spoon by spoon, and it was as clean as his face, the butler smiled more kindly and said: "After you are full, you can play by yourself for a while. Dad will be here soon."
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After dinner, the young master should go to the study to stay, and the housekeeping work for the day is finished.
"Okay, grandpa." Bai Xiaocha recently got a new toy - a large trash can, which was placed flat on the ground. He got in and out of the trash can like a green castle in the mall, pushing it around.
The housekeeper sighed again after looking at it. If the castle hadn't been kept at home, the chance of being discovered by the young master was too high, and it would have been a whole hall on the first floor.
Downstairs, He Renyuan was sorting out a project. When he saw the housekeeper coming down, he said, "Take Bai Qingyu to the basement to count the tea leaves and make a list tomorrow."
The butler was just wondering when he heard He Renyuan say: "Let's take a look and see how much he knows about tea."
Butler: "Okay."
He Renyuan unknowingly ate a plate of fried rice tonight. He ate too much. He planned to swim a thousand meters in the swimming pool on the fourth floor. "I will go upstairs to swim, and the others can rest."
When the housekeeper saw He Renyuan walking up the stairs, his heart skipped a beat. He had to go through the third floor to take the stairs, so he watched with trepidation.
He Renyuan frowned: "Why don't you ask Bai Qingyu to go and do the inventory?"
He Renyuan watched the housekeeper take Bai Qingyu into the basement before walking upstairs.
He deliberately sent Bai Qingyu away.
He was going to the third floor to see how much tea Bai Qingyu had hidden.
He is the owner of this home, so it is not illegal to see the guest room on the third floor.
A certain guest room had its door open, and it was not illegal for him to stand at the door and look inside.
If Bai Qingyu deceived him by taking a bath, but actually kept the twenty kilograms of tea to hang him, he would be able to smell it standing at the door.
Bai Xiaocha, who was lying on the ground waiting for his father, heard strange footsteps. It was not his father, nor the housekeeper's grandfather. He rested his elbows on the floor, raised his head and raised his ears like a little carp, then climbed into the trash can and hid at the bottom.
A pair of smart eyes are wide open, not even daring to move the eyeballs, like a little mouse in a hole, wary of the patrolling cat outside. Cover your mouth with two palms folded so that no sound will be made!
He Renyuan pretended to raise his hand and knocked on the slightly opened door.
Uncle boss knocked on the door politely, Bai Xiaocha almost called uncle politely, but luckily he kept covering his mouth!
He Renyuan stood at the door. The wooden floor was no different from the second floor. The room was about fifty or sixty square meters and connected to a large east-facing balcony. The sliding door was open and you could see the clothes drying on the balcony.
rag?
Bai Qingyu is still drying the rag on the third floor?
Why are there still those tattered clothes hanging? Aren’t you allowed to use your salary to buy clothes?
Also, if there is no mattress on the bed, what kind of sheets are it covered with?
There was actually an overturned trash can beside the bed... He Renyuan never thought that this kind of trash can used for property sanitation would appear in the bedroom.
With such a big trash can, do you want to push it down and dump it when it is full? Isn't this so filthy that it's infested with insects and stinks?
There was no smell in the room, but there was a faint scent of tea, coming from the direction of the trash can. He Renyuan suddenly thought of a possibility. Could the tea stems after soaking in the bath be dumped in this trash can?
There were two scattered tea leaves falling on the ground. He had good eyesight and saw a few tea leaves on the balcony.
The lawyer's shrewd mind couldn't help but deduce a series of Bai Qingyu's motives: Bai Qingyu learned that he was fond of a certain tea, but it was a done deal. He couldn't take it out openly after taking a bath. He couldn't bear to throw it away. Dry it on the balcony, put it back in the trash can at night, use it as new, and take out a little from time to time to trick him.
This explains why there are tea leaves on the balcony, because they were left behind when cleaning up. This east-facing balcony has great sunshine in the morning, and the tea leaves will dry in two days.
He Renyuan was 100% certain that Bai Qingyu had dried tea leaves on the balcony.
And putting it in the trash can is even more cunning, so that when he finds it, he can still argue that he was planning to throw it away.
He Renyuan sneered, turned and left. He wanted to find a suitable opportunity to witness Bai Qingyu who took out tea leaves from the trash can.
He went up to the fourth floor to swim, and before throwing his phone on the shore, He Renyuan sent a message to the housekeeper.
[Customized work clothes for everyone in the family. ]
When the housekeeper received the news, he was slightly puzzled as to why the young master still had time to care about what everyone wore. But he did as he was told, two sets x three sets each for spring, summer, and winter. Isn’t that too much?
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A pair of chubby little hands rested on the edge of the trash can, and then an overly cautious head tilted out.
Bai Xiaocha covered one eye with one hand, leaving only one eye to look at the door.
Phew—the boss uncle is gone.
Bai Qingyu could sense Bai Xiaocha's situation. He knew that He Renyuan had made a sneak attack as soon as his son hid, but before he could ask for leave from the housekeeper, He Renyuan left, as if he was just taking a casual look.
There should be no suspicion, right? "Baby, you hid well."
Bai Qingyu glanced at the bedroom door worriedly. He Renyuan was sure there would be another raid, but he didn't want to close the door. It was difficult for Bai Xiaocha's stature to open the door. He hoped to give his son more space for activities. For the sensible Cha, Treasure, closed spaces are more dangerous than open spaces, and a way out must be left open.
"Dad, I cover my eyes so that uncle boss can't see me." Bai Xiaocha said.
"The baby is so smart." Bai Qingyu naturally straightened up when the boat reached the bridge. Bai Qingyu thought openly. If he was caught, he would be caught. At worst, he would compensate with tea.
Bai Qingyu cleaned the balcony. Bai Xiaocha liked to roll around while basking in the sun on the balcony during the day. The scattered hair that fell out turned into tea leaves and dried.
He collected it and stored it in a jar.
The next day was Saturday, all the housekeeping staff of the mansion were on holiday, and He Renyuan was not at home either.
The housekeeper and everyone else had gone out, and Bai Qingyu also planned to take Bai Xiaocha to inspect the kindergarten.
Just as he was about to go out, a guest was welcomed.
Bai Qingyu knew very few people in Nancheng, and he happened to know the guest, He Ying, who introduced him to the job.
He Ying always wears professional attire. His shoulder-length hair is tied behind his head with a hair bandage. He has no bangs and is neat and tidy.
When she came to her nephew's house, she didn't bring any gifts. What she brought was a pack of children's snacks that He Renyuan would never eat.
"Snacks for Cha Bao."
"You are so polite." Bai Qingyu was flattered, "The young master is not at home today. Do you want me to call him, uh, the housekeeper?"
Oh, he doesn’t have He Renyuan’s contact information.
"I'm not busy." He Ying teased the little tea baby, took out a lollipop and said, "Call me auntie."
Bai Xiaocha said obediently: "Hello, aunt, sister."
He didn't understand what his aunt meant, so he automatically added a sister at the end.
He Ying was amused by Bai Xiaocha and said to Bai Qing: "I'm here to see you today. You've been at work for a week. I'm here to pay a return visit to see how satisfied you are with your work. If you're not satisfied, we can make adjustments." .”
The two sat down on the sofa, and He Ying took out a form for Bai Qingyu to fill out, which was probably about his satisfaction with the job.
Bai Qingyu filled in the information truthfully and gave He Ying high praise for his poverty alleviation work.
Of course, if the Tea God knew more about the human world, he would know that the return visit does not require the visit of District Chief He in person.
Bai Xiaocha stood up and held the coffee table, watching his father write, looking eager to learn.
He Ying couldn't help but remember that many years ago, when he was doing homework, he was watched by three-year-old He Renyuan, who insisted on telling her where she made mistakes.
She lowered her eyes and looked at the place of birth that Bai Qingyu filled in. He Renyuan had been to that place, and asked casually: "How many months is Cha Bao?"
Bai Qingyu felt guilty: "Fourteen months." That's what the household registration book said.
"Ten, four, months, months!" Bai Xiaocha completely ignored his father's guilty conscience and repeated it in a cadence. At first glance, it seemed very suitable for taking Chinese classes.
He Ying mentally calculated the time of pregnancy, and it was now mid-March, which was January of the year before last.
In January of the year before last, He Renyuan seemed to have found a psychiatrist abroad and stayed there for a month before returning to China?
He Ying pursed her lips and looked at Bai Xiaocha. Although father and son looked nothing alike, their eyes had exactly the same color. How could a child have two fathers? She couldn't let go of her doubts and took this trip. She should be worried.
But the world is so big, what if, He Renyuan still vowed that he had lost a memory that theoretically could not exist.
He Ying: "Are you married? If you have a spouse, I can arrange work together. It is common for couples to work in the same company."
Bai Qingyu shook her head: "No, I am a single father."
Single parent? There is some hope again.
The more He Ying looked at it, the more he liked it. He reached out and rubbed Bai Xiaocha's head, trying to pick out one or two naturally fallen hairs for paternity testing.
If Bai Xiaocha was related to He Renyuan, she would not separate Bai Qingyu and Bai Xiaocha. She would provide Bai Xiaocha with better living conditions, such as attending the best kindergarten.
Bai Xiaocha's hair is shorter than when they first met, revealing a full forehead, and his eyes are brighter and brighter.
Little did He Ying know that the poor little kid's natural hair had been taken away by Bai Qingyu to make tea. He touched it here and there. It was forbidden to touch the little guy's hair, so he could only withdraw his hand calmly.
Although Bai Qingyu is poor, he is good at raising children and has balanced nutrition and healthy hair.
He Ying said: "I'll go to the study upstairs."
She entered the password directly and entered He Renyuan's study on the second floor. There was a row of file racks in the study, numbered in chronological order. They were the life trajectories recorded by He Renyuan himself. He Ying quickly pulled out a bag.
The time was January of the year before last.
She quickly opened it and browsed through it. Unfortunately, according to the records above, He Renyuan did not have any time to meet Qingliu. Among the new faces he recorded every day, none matched Bai Qingyu.
She looked at the two months before and after, and they were all filled with work.
Okay, I've given up completely, how could such an arrogant workaholic have children.
He Ying put the file back.
(End of chapter)