Yan Xinyuan stood up suddenly and opened his eyes wide.

I saw Shi Qinglan holding the phone to her ear. At this moment, Qiaoxiao looked at the man sweetly. The smile on the corners of her lips was a little deep. She repeated in a charming voice, "A good boy?"

Hearing this, Yan Xinyuan instantly felt as if there was a basin of cold water, pouring down all his enthusiasm from the top of his head!

"You, you..." His eyes were full of sincerity and fear.

I couldn't believe that Qingyue was really her master, and she felt so cold, and an ominous premonition rose in her heart.

Shi Qinglan raised the corner of his eyes slightly, "Now, believe it?"

This crisp and delicate voice sounded again, lingering in Yan Xinyuan's ear, coming out of the earpiece, and seeing the woman in front of her with red lips moving, and these words overflowing from her voice.

Two channels! She is actually...

"Master...Master." Yan Xinyuan was stupid.

His hand holding the phone dropped slowly and fell heavily to his leg. The phone almost fell.

Shi Qinglan's mobile phone contains dual SIM cards.

Usually one account is used, but another account is used to contact Jingshige or friends and apprentices in other fields, but this other account is almost about to be sealed up by her and is not used much.

Today, it was just released from the little black room.

"A counterfeit can't drive you out of the teacher's door, huh?" Shi Qinglan's red lips curled up slightly, and the corners of her lips smiled deeply.

Yan Xinyuan felt like a cold wind was blowing behind him, making the whole person whizzing coldly, "Misunderstanding...misunderstanding."

His arrogant expression was immediately restrained, and his whole person was so behaved that he was completely different from the wit of the second.

"Misunderstanding?" Shi Qinglan raised her eyebrows lightly. After she hung up the phone, she casually played with her mobile phone. "Ms. Yan Xinyuan didn't seem to have such an attitude just now..."

Hearing Yan Xinyuan's call like this, he instantly felt his scalp explode, "Master, Master, don't shout like this..."

"Teacher Yan Xinyuan?" Shi Qinglan repeated with a smile.

Yan Xinyuan was so frightened by her that she almost cried. If it wasn't for the man who had gold under his knee, he would definitely kneel down on the spot for her!

"Master, I was wrong! I really didn't know it was you..."

"I, I thought that Wei Ran was deceived...not to be deceived, just..." said incoherently.

The smile that Shi Qinglan raised became more and more meaningful.

She walked close to Yan Xinyuan lightly, the girl’s skin was as white as frost and snow, because of the charming makeup in the corners of her eyes a little bit of crimson, the delicate eyes of the delicate goose egg face slightly narrowed, and the inadvertent sharpness of the whole body gave a kind of oppression sense……

"Growing a lot." Shi Qinglan's red lips lightly opened, and his voice was slightly cool, "IQ has been lowered by another limit."

Hearing the official complaints from Master, Yan Xinyuan wanted to cry without tears, "Master, you can punish me whatever you want! Don't drive me out of the teacher's door... Or I will kneel for you?"

"Forget it." Shi Qinglan immediately raised his hand to stop.

In modern society, she can't stand anyone bowing to her.

Yan Xinyuan's flying sword eyebrows collapsed a lot, and the whole person looked awkward. His tall and mighty body was also shrunk, and he slightly leaned down and stood in front of Shi Qinglan respectfully.

The girl picked up the skirt, walked slowly to the Qingluan Peony Chair, turned and sat down elegantly.

"Master, I will serve you tea!" Yan Xinyuan immediately picked up the teapot and poured tea for her by himself.

Then he held the tea bowl in both hands and handed it graciously.

Shi Qinglan's beautiful eyes were light, and she casually took the tea bowl to hold it, and used the bowl cover to hold the tea noodles one after another. "If the cooking is not diligent, don't call me master again."

"Come on! The apprentice must behave well tonight!" Yan Xinyuan immediately grinned with his teeth.

The staff watched this scene dumbfounded.

Yan Xinyuan, who used to rant on Weibo that he would come to reveal the real face of the counterfeit, is now leaning over and watching Shi Qinglan's side like a little milk dog.

Isn’t it rumored that the chef is anxious and wild?

Isn’t it rumored that Qingyue will be debunked tonight?

"That..." The director was so shocked that he didn't recover. He coughed and looked sideways at Nan Xiyue, "So, Miss Qingyue is really China's No. 1 State Banquet Chef, right?"

"It seems... right." Nan Xiyue responded in a daze.

Although she had confirmed with Shi Qinglan a long time ago and knew that she could not forge her identity, she was re-authenticated by Yan Xinyuan at this moment, and she was unavoidably shocked again!

Yan Xinyuan licked his face, "Master, what would you like to eat today? I will do whatever you want."

The director slowly typed one:?

This guest, have you forgotten that before you came to record the show, you were given a script here to tell you what to do with the theme state banquet dishes in this issue, and I also prepared the ingredients for you!

"Listen to the program group's arrangements." Shi Qinglan was casual.

Hearing this, the director's hanging heart fell back into his stomach, but fortunately, Miss Qingyue still knows the general...

"Good!" Yan Xinyuan, like a stupid son of a landlord's family, immediately grinned a row of white teeth, "Wait for another day, and I will go to Master's house another day to make a table for Master!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Bo Yucheng just walked into the studio.

He came directly from the office building of the Bo family chaebol, and when he came in, he saw a savage man offering his hospitality in front of his family Lanlan...

"Come to my house to cook?" the man Shen Che's voice sounded.

Upon hearing this, the director suddenly opened his eyes again, and the other staff also cast shocked glances at him...

what? What did the Bo chaebol just say?

Bo Yucheng walked behind Yan Xinyuan with a stride, grabbed his back collar with his big palm, picked him up and threw him aside.

The man swept over with cold eyes, "I don't welcome you at my house. I can cook whatever she wants to eat."

Shi Qinglan: "..." Then don't.

Otherwise, she didn't want her to clean up after blowing up the kitchen.

Yan Xinyuan exploded the pot instantly. He turned his head angrily to look at Bo Yucheng, and said impatiently, "Who are you!"

"It's our master." Wei Ran immediately grabbed the corner of his clothes.

Hearing this, Yan Xinyuan's frizzy posture froze for a moment, and after about three seconds of effort, he immediately put away his arrogant and angry posture, showing a very hypocritical smile.

He chuckled, "Hello, Master, you just taught you the right lesson, it's because I don't know Taishan..."

Bo Yucheng glanced at him indifferently.

Then he walked steadily to the Qingluan Peony Chair beside Shi Qinglan and sat down, "Who is he?"

"Second disciple." Shi Qinglan immediately swears by secretly sticking out three fingers, "I promise I am not a rival in love."