One Thousand One Hundred and Eighty-Five Our Future Young Mistress May Need to Be Replaced.

Although she was very reluctant, due to etiquette, she followed the servant to the restaurant.

After entering the restaurant, Pei Ge silently rolled his eyes when he saw Ji Ziming sitting at the dining table in a suit and leather shoes, elegantly preparing to eat.

"Mr. Ji, I have something else to do. I think I'll leave now."

"Leave? Your breakfast is ready. Stay and finish your breakfast before leaving."

Ji Ziming calmly put down the cup in his hand and looked at Pei Ge.

"No, I'm not hungry yet..."

Before Pei Ge finished speaking, he was interrupted again by Ji Ziming.

"Okay, sit down. I happen to have some work-related matters that I want to talk to you about."

"Work-related matters?"

Listening to Ji Ziming's words, Pei Ge suddenly became confused.

She didn't remember any jobs in their company that could be related to Ji's Group.

"Yes, you sit down first. We will eat and chat at the same time."

Ji Ziming stood up from his seat and opened Pei Ge's chair.

"please."

Seeing Ji Ziming acting like this, Pei Ge could only nod his head and sit next to Ji Ziming.

"I don't know..." Mr. Ji, what business do you want to talk to me about?

However, before Pei Ge could ask her words, she saw Ji Ziming put a bowl of sweet potato porridge in front of her.

"Have a bowl of porridge."

Looking at the bowl of sweet potato porridge, Pei Ge's brows paused slightly. She didn't understand why there was such a common dish of sweet potato porridge on the dining table.

However, she didn't want to eat at first, but after seeing this bowl of sweet potato porridge, she immediately gained some appetite.

You know, she used to love drinking the sweet potato porridge made by her mother.

only,

Her mother...hasn't woken up since the car accident...

"Thanks."

After Pei Ge said his thanks, he picked up the spoon and scooped out a spoonful of sweet potato porridge.

What she didn't know was that when she was drinking porridge, Ji Ziming, who was sitting next to her, did not finish eating, but stared at her closely, unblinking, and the expression on his face seemed to be... There was a hint of expectation.

When the spoonful of porridge entered her mouth, the expression on Pei Ge's face immediately froze.

This porridge...? !

"What's wrong? Is this bowl of porridge not to your liking?"

Ji Ziming looked at the frozen expression on Pei Ge's face and immediately asked nervously.

"..."

However, Pei Ge, who was immersed in memories, had no time to answer any of his words.

This bowl of sweet potato porridge!

Pei Ge lowered his head and looked at the bowl of sweet potato porridge in front of him, that ordinary and ordinary bowl of sweet potato porridge.

Mother……

Pei Ge murmured softly in his heart, and his eyes gradually became covered with a layer of moist mist.

This bowl of porridge has the taste of my mother...

This bowl of sweet potato porridge tastes exactly like the one her mother makes.

"Miss Regina, are you okay?"

Ji Ziming looked at Pei Ge with his head lowered and silent for a long time, and a trace of doubt flashed in his eyes.

Listening to Ji Ziming's questioning, she didn't understand why this bowl of sweet potato porridge tasted exactly like her mother's. However, because of Ji Ziming's repeated tests, Pei Ge's defensiveness had already become much higher.

So even though she didn't know whether the bowl of sweet potato porridge Ji Ziming prepared for her had any special purpose, she was always on guard against it.

"No, I just didn't expect to see this kind of sweet potato porridge on your Ji family's dining table."

Pei Ge put down the spoon in her hand. Although she wanted to take a few more bites, she still controlled herself.

"Yeah?"

Seeing Pei Ge put down the spoon and not intending to eat, he frowned slightly.

"Is this bowl of sweet potato porridge not to your taste? Why don't you eat it?"

"Oh, it's not that it doesn't suit my taste, it's just that I don't like sweet potatoes."

Pei Ge smiled and said softly to Ji Ziming, looking frank and natural. No one could tell at all, but she actually loved sweet potatoes, especially the sweet potato porridge her mother made for her.

"Okay, Mr. Ji, let's not talk about food. Didn't you say that you want to talk to me about some official business? What is it?"

Pei Ge wiped his mouth and asked softly.

"Our Ji's Group has a big project and we want to cooperate with your Minghao Group..."

…

——The kitchen of Ji’s villa——

The kitchen was already bustling with activity early in the morning.

Many cooks, cooks, and servants, as well as some handymen, were already sitting at the dining table outside the kitchen, eating breakfast.

"The sun is coming out from the west today!"

"What, why did the sun come out from the west?"

A group of people gathered around the dining table, chatting and eating breakfast.

The dinner table in the morning is always so leisurely and leisurely.

"You got up late, but you didn't know it. This morning, a special, special person who shouldn't be in the kitchen appeared in the kitchen!"

"Sister, what are you talking about? Who are the people who shouldn't be in the kitchen? I mean, why can't you be more straightforward with your words? Why are you making such roundabout ways to keep people's appetites~! "

"Hey! Do you want to hear it?"

"Chengchengcheng! I was wrong, please keep talking."

"Morning! Our eldest son is in the kitchen!"

"Ah?! The young master came to the kitchen?!

"How is this possible!"

"That's right! How is this possible!"

"Tch! Why did I lie to you! Let me tell you! Our eldest son came to the kitchen and even made a pot of porridge with his own hands!"

"Ah? Porridge? What kind of porridge?"

"That's not right~ How can the young master know how to cook?"

"The eldest son of our family! He made a pot of sweet potato porridge! Oh my God! I was shocked!"

A group of people were shocked when they heard what this older cook said.

Everyone couldn't believe that their eldest young master would actually come to the kitchen to cook! And what I made was such a down-to-earth pot of sweet potato porridge.

"Are you kidding me? How could our eldest young master make such a thing? I guess he has never even eaten it."

"That's right~!"

"Hey! Don't believe what I say! Everything I say is true. After our young master finished making a pot of sweet potato porridge, he directly asked us to bring it to the restaurant."

"I still don't quite understand. Why does our young master make sweet potato porridge? Why do you do this?"

"Hehe~ Of course I made it for the beautiful lady who came to our place yesterday~"

"ah?"

"Just wait~ Our future young mistress may have to be replaced~!"