Chapter 197: Jianghu Night Rain Ten Years of Lights (30)

Shen Minghuan was having a great time.

Every slight difference will lead to a different taste of the drink. Shen Minghuan found the joy of cooking and even wanted to try it in the kitchen.

The system was shocked and tried to persuade him to stop it. Making dark dishes is secondary. It is really afraid that the host will blow up the kitchen in order to study the "chemical reaction between flames and ingredients."

The coffee was indeed refreshing. Guan Yang was no longer sleepy. He was staring intently at the movements of Shen Minghuan's hands. His mouth was slightly opened in surprise, and his face was filled with eagerness to try. "Minghuan, can you also make coffee? When did you learn how to do it?" ?”

He also wants to learn.

Shen Minghuan glanced at him, took out his cell phone, typed a few words, threw it into his hand, and said succinctly: "Just now."

Guan Yang was confused. He looked at his phone blankly, and an electronic document was opened on the screen. The title clearly read - "Teach you step-by-step to become a barista."

Guan Yang: "..."

Chu He had always been the type to do things in a low voice. He silently counted the number of people. Every time someone praised Lin Jiashu, he would take out his mobile phone and report it to Director Zhao, lest he would not admit it again in the end.

Lin Jiashu's face glowed red. He had never been surrounded by so many people and praised him in his life. He felt a little carried away for a moment, almost thinking that he was a psychologist with outstanding abilities.

——Lin Jiashu deeply felt that the previous method was effective. He repeated his old tricks, and his well-connected and enthusiastic colleagues volunteered to take charge. The atmosphere was even more enthusiastic than when he was in the planning department, and the task was completed in almost no time.

"Ming Huan, are you tired? How about I reject the rest of the people?" Lin Jiashu was like an attentive bitch, nodding and hunching to greet Shen Minghuan.

Shen Minghuan said flatly: "No."

"One Hundred Ways to Make Coffee" He only tried the thirteenth one.

Seeing that Lin Jiashu's mission was almost completed, Qi Yunzhou, who had a bad start, couldn't help but feel a little envious.

He raised his eyes and called out, "Ming Huan."

Although he couldn't do it, Shen Minghuan would definitely find a way. Qi Yunzhou's eyes were full of expectation and help.

Shen Minghuan's hands shook.

Actors are really amazing, as if they can become completely different people just by putting on makeup.

But even though the makeup artist is very skilled, Shen Minghuan feels extremely uncomfortable when he thinks that the person wearing such a coquettish look is Qi Yunzhou.

"Ming Huan, please help." Qi Yunzhou clasped his hands together in a plea.

Shen Minghuan: "..."

Shen Minghuan's face was expressionless, but the hand holding the coffee shook even more.

Coffee was spilled, staining the table black.

"Ming Huan." Qi Yunzhou exclaimed quietly, quickly took the coffee cup from Shen Minghuan and put it aside, "Are you okay? Are your hands burned?"

Shen Minghuan shook his head slightly and stretched out his hand for him to inspect.

Colleagues were a step slower than Qi Yunzhou. They didn't dare to get too close to Shen Minghuan, so they had to talk to Lin Jiashu from the outside: "It looks a little red. There is burn medicine at the front desk. I'll get it."

The cleaning lady who was working nearby came over quickly with the cleaning tools and said, "Young man, please give way, don't get it on your clothes."

Realizing that this was the opportunity created by Shen Minghuan for him, Qi Yunzhou did not dare to delay. He quickly took the tools from his aunt and began to clean the table: "I won't bother you, I'll do it."

Auntie, whose hands were empty before she could react: "...thank you?"

Today's young people are pretty good at it.

Several people who heard the keyword were overjoyed, "You're welcome!"

Qi Yunzhou returned the tool to his aunt and said "thank you" sincerely. Then he came close to Shen Minghuan and whispered: "Minghuan, don't do this again. The task is not as important as you."

Due to the character design, Shen Minghuan had no choice but to remain expressionless.

He wanted to say that of course he knew that he was the most important in the world, but he was only a little red after being burned, and he was not even injured. There was no need to be so exaggerated, right?

Shen Minghuan didn't want to pay attention to them. He hated the smell of all medicines, let alone applying any burning cream.

Shen Minghuan chose to continue tinkering with the coffee machine.

An enthusiastic colleague came back slowly with a cup, ready to go through the back door and cut in line to ask Shen Minghuan to give him another cup. Before he got close, he heard that Shen Minghuan's hand had been burned by the coffee.

According to the rumors among the people, Shen Minghuan seemed to have been severely burned, so severe that he needed to call an ambulance.

The enthusiastic colleagues were shocked.

Shen Minghuan was already very unhealthy mentally, and as a result, he became physically ill just one day after going to work. How could he explain this to his unscrupulous parents? To say the least, this is a hand that can assemble a computer, write programs, and make coffee!

The enthusiastic colleague quickened his pace. Unexpectedly, the spacious tea room suddenly became crowded. He accidentally bumped into a group of people next to him, "Sorry, sorry, I didn't pay attention... huh? Mr. Shen?"

The voice of the enthusiastic colleague was high with surprise, and the tone was a little distorted. This was the first time he had seen this scene in so long since he had been in the company: his boss, his boss’s boss, his boss’s boss’s boss… and their biggest boss, and their future biggest boss.

At this moment, his biggest boss, President Shen Zhou, was looking at Shen Minghuan who was holding a cup of coffee in the middle of the crowd.

Shen Zhou, who had always been indifferent to emotions and anger, had too complicated emotions in his eyes at this moment. He didn't even notice that he was hit by someone, as if all his attention was focused on that person.

Shen Minghuan never looked at people straight in the eye. He always lowered his head slightly, looked up, and peeked through the gaps in his hair, which always gave people a cold and terrifying feeling. But at this moment, he raised his head, and his heavy bangs looked shorter than before. His eyebrows and eyes were fully revealed, which was unexpectedly clear and elegant.

He was the kind of person who would think he was very good-looking just by looking at his eyes.

The people around him became quiet unconsciously.

The atmosphere was really weird. The two of them looked at each other, and people with a bigger imagination could already imagine three million words of love, hatred, and hatred.

Those who were interested could even notice Shen Zhou's slightly red eyes.

Qi Yunzhou and Wen Jianyan looked at each other, and the two of them took a few steps forward tacitly, one on the left and one on the right to block Shen Minghuan behind them.

Shen Zhou didn't care. Strictly speaking, he didn't even notice the little movements of the two.

He stared at Shen Minghuan, feeling distressed: "I have trained you for so many years, is this what you do?"

It's fine that he gave up his job as the heir of Shen Group and went to the entertainment industry to be an actor, but now he gave up his job as a big star and came here to make coffee for people?

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Shen Zhou thought countless times about what it would be like when he saw his eldest son again.

Perhaps Shen Minghuan was successful and looked down on his old-fashionedness; perhaps they were no longer young by then and could let go of their past disputes.

Of course, what he expected most was that Shen Minghuan finally realized that the entertainment industry was not a good place, cried and shouted to admit his mistakes to him, and deeply reflected on his naivety and ignorance to the correct old father, and he would mercifully forgive him.

But he didn't expect that they would be so dull when they really met.

Shen Minghuan has changed a lot.

Shen Zhou knew that his eldest son was often a little too complacent, but he didn't take it to heart. Young people who are full of vigor and vitality should be full of vigor and vitality when they grow up.

But this does not mean that he wants to see Shen Minghuan become so low-key and timid.

His eldest son had never even entered the kitchen before, but now he was ordered by a group of people to serve tea, water and coffee for a living, and he even burned his hands.

Shenghua’s atmosphere needs to be rectified, Shen Zhou thought with gritted teeth.

They are now holding a family meeting in a separate conference room. On the surface, there are only Shen Zhou, Shen Minghuan and Shen Mingle, but in fact, Director Zhao and his entire team are watching behind the monitor with burning eyes.

The deputy director was uneasy: "Old Zhao, should we continue?"

Shen Minghuan is a magical person. There are always some things that cannot be broadcast when he meets him. Although the deputy director does not know what the situation is now, his intuition seems to be something that cannot be told.

Director Zhao is reluctant.

He knows rationally that he should cut off the signal now, but even if he does not consider the ratings of the variety show as a director, as Zhao Tianxing, he also wants to hear gossip.

The people present were not stupid. In the past, they could understand Shen Minghuan's name as a coincidence. Now, seeing Shen Zhou's unusual attitude and Shen Mingle's familiar face, no one could ignore the relationship between Shen Minghuan and Shen Zhou.

Director Zhao convinced himself that this time it had nothing to do with state secrets, but just Shen Minghuan's family affairs. It didn't matter if he listened a little... right? At most, it would be cut out in the end.

Director Zhao suddenly felt a chill on his back. He turned around and saw Xu Xiangdong smiling at him politely.

Director Zhao: "..."

"Turn it off." Director Zhao gave the order indignantly and helplessly. The next second, Xu Xiangdong and Jiang Yi walked into the door of Shenghua Technology with their heads held high.

Director Zhao was even more angry.

Why can Xu Xiangdong go in and watch, but he can't even have the broadcast!

Shen Zhou, who still knew nothing about these things, looked at his son who made him proud and sad across from him. He felt that all the resentment and blame in the past had turned into smoke at this moment, leaving only the heartache and helplessness that soaked his heart.

He thought he would beat up Shen Minghuan himself when they met, but when this man appeared in front of him in such a miserable and depressed state, he couldn't do it.

Even if he broke the law, even if he was guilty of heinous crimes, even if he was wanted, he was still his son.

The whole world could give up on this man, but he couldn't, because he was Shen Minghuan's father.

"Why don't you speak?"

Shen Zhou had a thousand words in his heart, but he opened his mouth and didn't say those words wrapped in blood and tears. He paused: "Blame me for exposing your identity in public?"

Shen Minghuan, who didn't deliberately hide it, blinked: "What?"

Shen Zhou sighed, "Don't pretend, I know everything, tell me, what did you do wrong?"

Shen Minghuan: "???"

Shen Mingle, who was extremely excited and even couldn't sit still, was also stunned on the spot.

Shen Zhou was so disappointed that he couldn't make it, and his tone was full of heartache that he couldn't hide: "Why don't you go home? Can I still kick you out? Tell me you don't have money, Shen Group can afford you."

"What's the big deal about doing something wrong? After you go in, reflect on yourself and try to get out early. After that, you are still the eldest son of the Shen family. I don't think anyone dares to say a word to you!"

Before Shen Minghuan said anything, Shen Mingle got excited first.

He slammed the table and shouted angrily: "Dad, why are you cursing my brother like this? He is your son, can't you expect him to be good?"

Xu Xiangdong, who happened to hear this at the door, was shocked.

Curse? Is there really a struggle among the rich?