Runaway Wife: Please, Have Another Baby!-Chapter 43 - 44 The Overbearing President’s Flirting Mode 3

43: Chapter 44 The Overbearing President’s Flirting Mode (3)

43: Chapter 44 The Overbearing President’s Flirting Mode (3)

“If you insist on having the chef complete it, then you’ll have to wait for him to come out of the washroom.

Of course, I must remind you that he might need to use the washroom during the service process.” Qiao Liang’s lips curled into a wide smile, “If Mr.

Huangfu doesn’t mind, I can call the chef in the washroom right now.”

Gan Yuan couldn’t help but chuckle softly.

With his obsession with cleanliness, he probably won’t be able to stomach his breakfast, will he?

“No need.” Huangfu Jue turned his gaze, his eyes landing on Qiao Liang’s face, “Medium-rare, for both her and me.”

He was the customer, and he set the rules, although he, like her, preferred his steak medium-well.

Qiao Liang shrugged his shoulders, “And the bread?

Does sir prefer it burnt or not burnt?”

“Somewhere in between.”

“And the tea?”

“30% Indian tea, 40% Ceylon tea, 30% Kenyan tea.”

…

Such a demanding request.

“No problem.”

Qiao Liang smiled and turned to Gan Yuan.

Before he could ask, Huangfu Jue added,

“Same for her.”

“Alright, please wait a moment.”

Qiao Liang moved back to the side of the cart, where his two assistants had already prepared the ingredients and the stove.

He had just taken his position in front of the stove when Huangfu Jue’s voice rang out again.

“I don’t like the smell of grease.”

Since it was an in-room service, the stove was certainly top-notch.

But, it was just a breakfast, how could there be any smell of grease?

This statement was nothing more but a way to avoid having this guy in his sight.

Will, of course, knew his master’s thoughts best and immediately stepped forward, “Gentlemen, would you mind cooking outside, please?”

“No problem.” Qiao Liang waved at his two assistants, “Take the stuff outside.”

In a hotel, the customer is king, especially when that customer has booked the entire Presidential Suite.

Naturally, he couldn’t be offended.

The two assistants internally complained about how difficult Huangfu Jue was to serve, though not a trace of it showed on their faces as they pushed the two carts out to the terrace.

Gan Yuan withdrew her gaze and spoke seriously, “How many days will this shoot take approximately?”

She was here to discuss business and didn’t want to waste too much time in front of him.

“If all goes well, about a week.” Huangfu Jue took the towel offered by his assistant and wiped his fingers.

“The passport will still be needed for some related procedures, so it will have to stay with me for the time being.”

Before she could speak, he had already rejected this request she might have made.

Footsteps sounded lightly, and Qiao Liang came in holding a tray, placing two breakfast plates in front of them.

Cooked to seventy percent, the eggs were paired with artistically cut fresh fruits and vegetables, making a pleasing presentation that whetted the appetite.

Yet, someone was a picky little expert!

“Change it.” Huangfu Jue glanced indifferently at the plate in front of him.

“I don’t like getting juice on my hands.”

The orange peel in the plate was only half-cut, forming a beautiful rose shape, not only pleasing to the eye but also handy for eating.

Qiao Liang nodded calmly, “I apologize, I’ll have it changed for you right away.”

So, the plate was taken away and soon brought back again, with the orange peel neatly removed and a cute little fork with a nice design inserted into it, ensuring that hands would stay clean.

But the man didn’t even glance at the plate.

“The eggs are cold.”

Qiao Liang smiled and took out a temperature-test fork, gently poking the egg on Huangfu Jue’s plate, “Mr.

Huangfu, please look, 40 degrees, it’s the perfect temperature for the stomach, just right.”