After hearing Wang Haoran's words, Qin Kai was stunned for a moment. Then, he felt that it was normal.
"Yunhan is used to being spoiled since she was young. She has a bit of a temper, but she is still very kind."
After explaining for a while, Qin Kai encouraged him with a smile.
"Haoran, Yunhan doesn't have any other male friends. If she can be friends with you, she must think highly of you. You have to work hard. Uncle has faith in you."
The Wang family and the Qin family had known each other for a long time. Wang Haoran and Qin Yunhan had known each other for a long time. They were like childhood sweethearts.
Moreover, the two of them were well-matched in terms of social status.
Qin Kai was very satisfied with Wang Haoran. He hoped that his daughter and Wang Haoran would be together.
"Okay, okay. I will work hard." Wang Haoran smiled and responded to Qin Kai.
However, he thought to himself, "Work hard? If I hadn't been careful, you might have been waiting to be a grandfather. "
But then again, he had run out of things to keep himself safe. He had to buy some online as soon as possible.
While they were talking, all the dishes were served.
"Old Wang, don't you have a friendship with the beautiful God of Cooking? Won't you introduce us to her? "
Qin Kai was a little tempted. He wanted to invite this female chef to his banquets in the future. Therefore, he said to Wang Xiang.
After hearing that, Wang Xiang couldn't help but feel a little guilty. However, he still braced himself and said, "Okay."
Moreover, the God of Cooking had been busy for a long time and hadn't eaten yet.
In terms of etiquette, he should invite her over for a meal.
"Uncle, I'll go call her." Zhen Wei volunteered.
Wang Xiang nodded and reminded him. "Remember to be polite."
"Of course!"
Zhen Wei left the banquet hall excitedly and ran outside. Soon, he arrived at the kitchen.
At this time, Song Zhihui had taken off her chef's robe. It seemed that she was ready to leave.
"Hello, my uncle invites you over for a meal." Zhen Wei remembered to remind her, so he said politely.
"Your uncle?" Song Zhihui was surprised.
"It's Wang Xiang," Zhen Wei explained.
Only then did Song Zhihui realize that the wretched man in front of her was not Wang Haoran.
However, if his cousin was ugly, how could his elder cousin be good-looking? It must be ugly as well.
So far, she had only seen Wang Xiang and had not seen Zhen Li.
Now that Wang Xiang was middle-aged and plump, he was no longer as handsome as he had been when he was young.
Song Zhihui didn't think that Wang Xiang's genes were good, so she naturally thought so.
Anyone who saw photos of Wang Haoran when he was young or the beautiful Zhen Li would not think that Wang Haoran was ugly.
"I still have something to do, so I won't be able to eat. Please pass on the message."
Because of what happened to her best friend Feng Anna, Song Zhihui didn't like Wang Haoran at all. At the same time, she also didn't like the Wang family.
Now that the birthday banquet was over and her work was done, she naturally did not want to stay any longer.
After replying to Zhen Wei, Song Zhihui prepared to leave.
She had a personal assistant who helped her with her daily life. She had just called her assistant and asked her to drive over to pick her up.
Calculating the time, she should be arriving at the Wang family's mansion soon.
Song Zhihui didn't want to stay any longer, so she turned around and walked to the gate of the Wang family's mansion.
Zhen Wei remembered Wang Xiang's order, so he didn't dare to force her to stay. He could only quickly run to the banquet hall to tell the situation.
"It's a pity that this beautiful master chef has something to do, so it's not convenient for me to keep her," Wang Xiang said, pretending to be regretful.
In fact, he was afraid that Song Zhihui would inadvertently tell the truth after she came.
Wang Xiang had spent a lot of money to invite her, so he didn't know her at all.
Wang Xiang didn't want to lose face in front of his friends, so after knowing that Song Zhihui was leaving, he naturally wouldn't ask her to stay.
However, for the sake of politeness, Wang Xiang still got up and prepared to see her off at the gate.
After all, Wang Xiang planned to invite Song Zhihui to continue to cook the banquet when the Wang family held a wedding in the future.
"Excuse me, everyone. I'll go and see if this beautiful master chef can stay for the banquet. "
Wang Xiang said to his friends, then left the banquet hall and walked to the gate of the mansion.
Wang Haoran knew that Wang Xiang had spent a lot of money to invite Song Zhihui, so he naturally doubted Wang Xiang's words.
After thinking for a while, he also got up and left the banquet hall.
So far, Song Zhihui had seen him, but he hadn't seen Song Zhihui.
Therefore, they naturally wanted to see what the beautiful Goddess of Cooking looked like.
In particular, he wanted to see with his own eyes whether Song Zhihui's legs were really long.
Wang Xiang came to the gate of the mansion.
Song Zhihui stood with her back to the gate of the mansion, carrying an expensive bag, as if she was waiting.
Hearing footsteps behind her, she suddenly turned around.
"Miss Song, don't you want to stay for the banquet?" Wang Xiang asked.
"Thank you for your hospitality, but I have something to do, so I won't stay for the banquet," Song Zhihui said politely.
"Okay." Wang Xiang didn't insist. He nodded, pretending to be regretful, and then said,
"I'll transfer the rest of the money to your account tomorrow morning."
"Okay." Song Zhihui nodded and smiled politely.
At this time, a red Mercedes-Benz commercial car drove over and stopped at the gate of the Wang family's mansion.
It was Song Zhihui's personal female assistant who drove here.
"Miss Song, I won't see you off," Wang Xiang said politely again.
Song Zhihui put on a fake smile and didn't bother to reply. She was about to get in the car.
Suddenly, she saw a figure coming from not far away.
Song Zhihui froze when she was about to get into the car. She fixed her eyes on the figure coming over.
A smile gradually bloomed on her delicate and beautiful face.
Wang Haoran used his Jade Eyes and saw Song Zhihui from afar.
Song Zhihui was really tall.
She was about 180 centimeters.
And although she was tall, her curves were amazing.
She had a supermodel figure.
Her legs were wrapped in tight jeans. They were really long and well-proportioned. If they were added or subtracted, they would lose their beauty. They were just perfect.
Wang Haoran asked himself.
He had never carried such long legs on his shoulders.
The most important thing was that Song Zhihui was still very fair.
That kind of natural whiteness.
Her skin was as good as a baby's, without any blemish.
Soon, Wang Haoran came to Wang Xiang's side.
Song Zhihui saw it even more clearly, and her heart seemed to be pounding madly.
"Miss Song?"
The female assistant was waiting outside the car. She waited for Song Zhihui to get into the car and then closed the door for her.
However, Song Zhihui still had one foot in the car and the other on the ground. She didn't move for a long time.
The female assistant was also puzzled, so she asked.
Hearing the voice, Song Zhihui came to her senses. She quickly averted her gaze and looked somewhere else.
Then she withdrew one of her long legs from the car.
She walked to Wang Xiang.
Wang Xiang felt a little strange when he saw this.
Song Zhihui was about to get into the car and leave. Why did she suddenly come back?
"Mr. Wang, I thought about it again. You invited me so warmly. If I just leave like this, I won't give you face."
While Wang Xiang was puzzled, Song Zhihui suddenly spoke.
Because of her guilty conscience, Song Zhihui didn't dare to look at Wang Haoran when she said this.
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