Disagree? My husband has a mouth, there was no misunderstanding at all!

Chapter 194 "If this continues, President Pei will be trained to be like Pavlov's dog...&q

Yan Zhuoyu smiled and pursed her lips. Ever since Una guessed her relationship with Pei Weijin, she had been given this nickname.

The rest of the crew were completely unaware of this and thought that Yan Zhuoyu had a husky and named it White Wolf to sound more imposing.

She replied softly, "Yes, even though we're in the same hotel, we can only see each other once every two or three days. And it's all deliberately staged encounters. I've neglected him for so long, I have to coax him a little."

Una shrugged: "Then you really need to feed him properly, otherwise your little white wolf might starve."

Yan Zhuoyu smiled and gently patted her: "Don't talk nonsense."

The two women didn't speak loudly, so not many people paid attention to them; most people's attention was on Sasha and Angelo.

"You idiot, you have no taste at all! This is a bento box made with love by my husband!"

Sasha was still wearing the base's gray-white uniform, brandishing a long whip to teach Angelo a lesson, his black, curly hair turning into an afro from anger.

Angelo not only looks like a golden retriever, but he also talks and acts like one—both enthusiastic and annoying.

He laughed as he ran away, "If you hadn't said anything, I would have thought this was dog food for you."

Seeing him hiding behind her chair, Una said casually, "Maybe it's the dog food Sasha's husband made for you."

Yan Zhuoyu couldn't help but laugh: "Hahaha, no wonder."

Sasha stopped chasing after her and fiddled with her hair: "That's right, it's a special bento box my husband made for you, you Labrador pig."

Angelo: "..."

He scoffed, pulled up a stool, and sat down next to Una: "All you do is gang up on me."

Sasha retorted bluntly, "You talk too much. You talk more than everyone in our crew in a whole day."

She turned her head and saw that Yan Zhuoyu had already packed her things. She raised her thick black eyebrows and said expectantly, "Yan, today is Christmas. Why don't you and your agent come to my house for dinner? Let's have a great exchange of Chinese and Western cuisine."

Angelo immediately interjected, "Come on, exchanging recipes for dog food? Sister Sasha, do you think I can't tell you want to eat the Chinese food Yan makes?"

Yan Zhuoyu raised her eyebrows: "My cooking skills are indeed quite good; I can make many kinds of noodles."

Sasha exclaimed in surprise, "Wow, I've had strawberry fried noodles at a Chinese restaurant before, and the taste was very unique."

Yan Zhuoyu hesitated for a moment, then patted her shoulder and said tactfully, "Sister Sasha, there is no such thing as strawberry fried noodles among the eight major cuisines of Chinese food."

Which devilish chef has invaded overseas markets...?

Sasha asked curiously, "Really? That's the number one selling noodle dish at that Chinese restaurant. What kind of noodles can you make? Is it even more delicious than strawberry fried noodles?"

As she spoke, she pulled out a photo she had taken when she ate strawberry fried noodles and showed it to Yan Zhuoyu.

In the photo, slightly whitish, sweet and sour strawberries are mashed to a pulp, evenly coated with Lao Gan Ma chili sauce, mixed with shredded cabbage and other ingredients, and finally sprinkled with what appears to be plum powder, with the seeping juice mixed with the strawberry puree...

Yan Zhuoyu closed her eyes: "It's absolutely culinary disaster."

Although she respected every dish, she simply couldn't stand this strawberry fried noodles.

Qiao Xinyun, who was standing nearby, was holding a borrowed umbrella. Seeing that her artist was still chatting, she smiled and walked over: "Zhuoyu, aren't you leaving?"

She glanced at the photo of strawberry fried noodles, and her smile instantly froze: "What is this?"

Sasha kept asking Yan Zhuoyu what kind of noodles she was good at making.

Yan Zhuoyu's beautiful eyes curved into a smile, like a cunning little fox: "I'm good at making soup noodles and dry noodles, such as braised beef noodles and pickled cabbage noodles. I can also make turkey dry noodles, which are very suitable for today's Christmas theme."

After she finished speaking, she said goodbye to a few people, and together with Qiao Xinyun, they quickly walked out of the film set and got into the car to return to the hotel.

Sasha was still staring blankly at the picture of strawberry fried noodles: "Wait, turkey noodles, turkey ramen...?"

Una chuckled, stood up helplessly, and prepared to go home.

Angelo shook his head and clicked his tongue, "What a silly girl, no wonder she's eating dog food."

Sasha finally realized: "Damn, Yan is joking with me. This turkey noodles is just instant turkey noodles from the supermarket!"

She was even worried that the turkey meat would get stuck in her teeth if she put it in the noodles.

At the end of December, a light drizzle, carrying a bone-chilling coolness, swept through every corner of the bustling city.

Standing before the spacious floor-to-ceiling windows on the top floor of the hotel was a man in a suit and tie, his gaze cold and indifferent as he looked down through the rain.

Rainwater slid slowly down the transparent glass windows, and cars and people bustled along the street until a black van pulled up to the side of the hotel.

The man unconsciously moved a few more inches closer to the window.

A woman with black hair and red lips stepped out of the car, wearing a long white cashmere coat, a blue scarf loosely wrapped around her neck, and her high-heeled boots treading the ground crisply and powerfully.

She habitually looked up at the hotel's top floor, but due to the distance and the special material of the glass windows, she couldn't see what was inside at all.

But she still flashed a bright, radiant smile, her delicately drawn eyebrows and watery eyes brimming with affection.

After another tall woman wearing glasses got off the car, the two entered the hotel lobby together and gradually disappeared from the man's sight.

He lowered his eyes and looked down at his phone.

Standing not far behind the man, Meng Yuting was busy organizing the key points of the meeting, but couldn't help but sigh.

His boss, a perfectly cold and ruthless work machine, has turned into a "waiting-for-wife stone" these past few days, standing guard here precisely on time.

After tidying up the documents, Meng Yuting couldn't help but say aloud, "If this keeps up, we'll all be trained like Pavlov's dogs..."

Before he could finish speaking, he felt a chill run down his spine.

Looking up, he saw President Pei staring at him expressionlessly.

"What did you say?"