Dear Commander-in-Chief

Gong Sheng doesn't often eat at home.

The Presidential Office is busy with affairs and has to deal with many things every day. It can be said that every day when he opens his eyes, the country's larger-scale decisions are waiting for his decision.

He controls the direction of the huge empire, forges allies, repels enemies, and uses other means to solve problems without fighting, so that the people of the empire can live a life of peace and prosperity without war, poverty or hunger. .

Therefore, his daily schedule is quite full.

The three meals a day are either receiving foreign envoys, meeting with cabinet elders, or having meetings and studies with heads of departments. All of them are state banquets, or simple and quick work meals.

Anyway, he works overtime until late at night every day and just comes back to sleep. This villa is more of a resting place for him than a home.

However, this night, he did not work overtime until late at night, but came back from get off work on time in the evening. When he stood in the courtyard, he deeply felt the smell of "home".

His heart was slightly touched, and he couldn't help but stand there and take a deep breath for several seconds, and then he walked towards the villa with his long legs.

As soon as he entered the door, to his surprise, Yun Qiao was wearing an apron and brought out a bowl of something from the kitchen.

As she walked, the little woman kept moaning softly: "It's so hot, it's so hot!"

The cook followed her nervously: "Miss Xiao Qiao, let me do it!"

Yun Qiao curled her lips and said, "No, let me experience what it feels like to pass on food!"

The cook had no choice but to hold it up weakly with her hands, fearing that the hot stew pot would accidentally drop and hit Yun Qiao's feet.

Upon seeing this, Gong Sheng hurriedly stepped forward, took it from Yun Qiao's hand, and placed the stew pot firmly on the dining table.

The cook said anxiously: "Mr. President, you are back!"

Yun Qiao pouted: "You came back just in time, you were stuck in the middle of lunch."

Gong Sheng didn't look at the soup on the table, but pinched her hand: "Is it burnt? The injury on the palm of your hand has not completely healed, so why are you carrying soup and pouring water?"

Yun Qiao pouted: "How do I know this stew pot is so hot?"

In the past, there were little eunuchs and little palace maids waiting on her. She didn't touch the Yangchun water with her ten fingers. She thought it was easy to hold a bowl, but she didn't know it would be so hot when she touched it, but she was too embarrassed to give up halfway.

Gong Sheng was speechless for a long time, and said angrily: "Don't you know there is something called an insulated glove?"

Yun Qiao was curious: "Really? Is there such a thing? I don't know."

Gong Sheng: "..."

Uncle Zhang hurried over to smooth things over: "Mr. President, tonight's meal is all prepared for you by Miss Xiao Qiao herself. You see, the rice is steamed with distinct grains, and the vegetables are authentic and flavorful. The most amazing thing is that This Buddha jumped over the wall, but this is a lost ancient secret recipe..."

When the palace sage heard this, he raised his eyebrows.

Yun Qiao did this all by himself?

He couldn't believe it.

It turned out that the "home" smell he smelled just now while standing in the yard was the smell that Yun Qiao had made for him...

Gong Sheng sat down at the dining table, took a deep breath, and the first thing he tasted was the bowl of Buddha Jumping Over the Wall.

The rich aroma hits your nostrils.

He took a long drink while it was hot.

Well, the soup is really rich and amazing!

only……

Gong Sheng's eyebrows twisted slightly.

Yun Qiao sat opposite him and watched his reaction nervously.