The President's wife is a global sensation

Chapter 303
In less than half a minute, Gao Ying's phone rushed over.

"I've been going through procedures recently to prepare for the prosecution later. What's the matter, madam?"

"It's nothing, you give me the address, I have something to talk to them about."

"This... alright, but Ma'am, you must have the young master or me accompany you when you go, those people are very dangerous!"

Gao Ying's tone was drawn out, as if coaxing a child, Tang Yimo couldn't help but feel a little ashamed.

After hanging up the phone, the address of a police station was sent over quickly.

She ordered the collection, then took a taxi and went back to the manor.

On weekends, the manor is also rare to be free.

Uncle Ding was watering the flowers in the yard, moved a reclining chair not far from him to bask in the sun, held a tablet in his hand, and dangled his body as if he was playing a game.

"Ma'am!" Upon seeing her, Uncle Ding threw the bucket and ran over in three steps at a time.

"What's wrong?" Tang Yimo was a little confused.

I saw him look around, and then whispered, "The young master doesn't seem to be in a very good mood today, madam, can you coax him later?"

Tang Yimo, "..."

For a moment, I didn't know what to say.

Mo Xiqing is a big man, how can he be more awkward than other little girls?
Uncle Ding pointed in the direction of the back kitchen, and then pointed to the cleaning maid in the living room.

"It's been called several times. I'm not satisfied with the lunch preparation. The chef has come to me and cried several times. Xiaofang also said that the floor is almost wiped with a hole."

Uncle Ding spread his hands, "I really can't help it Ma'am, I can only trouble you with this matter."

"Is that so?" Tang Yimo turned her delicate eyebrows and asked suddenly in a soft voice, "Is Mo Xiqing also picky about food? How did I remember that it was Mo Yuchi who was particularly picky about food?"

"This... is two brothers after all, and they have similar temperaments." Uncle Ding's eyes flickered, and a simple and honest smile soon appeared on his face.

"Okay then, I'll try."

Tang Yimo was a little helpless, Mo Xiqing's blackening from time to time had to be corrected, so as to save the servants in the manor from feeling tired.

She turned around, first went to the herb room, and took some herbs.

Then into the kitchen.

In the back kitchen, several star chefs inside are facing the enemy. Each of them has a heavy dish in their hands, watching the time and heat, for fear that if they are not accurate enough, the taste will go wrong, and the master will be angry.

Tang Yimo took a small pot and quietly went to the side.

Pour water into the pot, she poured cold water from those herbs into the pot, and after the water boiled, put a handful of dried noodles in it.

With the sound of gurgling in the pot, the noodles softened quickly, and the color gradually changed from white to transparent.

Tang Yimo used chopsticks to test it from time to time, and when it was half cooked, he turned off the heat, took out the noodles, rinsed them with cold water, and poured out the noodle soup and herbs in the pot first.

Afterwards, she directly scooped up a few spoonfuls of brine that the chefs usually prepared, and poured the noodles into it while heating it in the pot.

After a while, a bowl of noodles was ready.

Putting the noodles into a bowl, the appearance looks really ordinary, especially compared with those of several chefs, it is hard to bear to look directly at.

"Ma'am?" Uncle Ding had been waiting outside for a long time, and just happened to come over to check on the situation.

Tang Yimo turned around and brought the bowl over, "Send this up."

"Ah, this..." A chef next to him had just finished a dish, and when he had time to look over it, his face was a little embarrassed.

But Uncle Ding nodded, and went into the building with his face in his face.

(End of this chapter)