Chapter 186 Personally Cooking

186 Personally Cooking
“Sir, why are you looking for me?” The waiter picked up his phone, glanced at the manager, and walked to Jing Yan with a trembling body.
“Give me your phone.” Jing Yan reached out his hand, his cold eyes devoid of any warmth.
The manager saw that the situation was not right and hurriedly said with a smile, “Sir, you can’t just ask to see my employee’s phone for no reason. You have to give me a reason, right?”
“He posted something he shouldn’t have.” Jing Yan’s hand was still outstretched. His eyes fell on the waiter’s pocket, and his voice sank to the bottom. “Give it to me. I don’t want to say it again.”
The waiter was intimidated by his terrifying aura and was afraid. He placed the phone in his hand with trembling hands.
Jing Yan swiped his finger across the screen and found the post about He Miao’s whereabouts. He deleted the post while it was still a hot topic. Then, he checked his phone’s photo album and found He Miao’s photo. His eyes were so cold that ice could be seen in them.
The waiter saw that his fingertips were on the photos that he had taken from the internet, and his eyes widened in fear. “These can all be found on the internet. I definitely didn’t secretly take them!”
He peeked at Jing Yan’s expression and smiled ingratiatingly. “Can you not delete it? I promise that I only worship Miss He as an idol, and I absolutely don’t have any other thoughts!”
Jing Yan snorted and threw the phone back to him. He coldly glanced at the people in the kitchen. “If any news about her gets out from here today, I’ll make you close the shop and get lost!”
“Yes, yes, yes.” The manager nodded and bowed as he sent Jing Yan away. He wiped the cold sweat on his forehead and glared at the waiter who had caused trouble.
Having been in the business world for so many years, the manager could tell that Jing Yan was a rich man from his expensive suit, so he did not dare to disobey him.
Jing Yan washed his hands in the bathroom in disgust, then returned to his seat and wiped his hands with a tissue.
“Why did you take so long?” He Miao looked at him worriedly.
“Nothing. Did anything happen just now?” Jing Yan glanced coldly at the other customers in the shop. When he saw that they did not notice what was going on, he turned to He Miao with a gentle look.
“I didn’t.” He Miao was a little embarrassed by his repeated reminders, and said obediently, “You don’t have to be so nervous. I can take care of myself.”
“You’re considered half a public figure now, so you have to protect your privacy.” Seeing that she did not seem to take it to heart, Jing Yan was a little anxious. “If you find someone following you or secretly taking photos of you, you must let me know at once. I’ll help you deal with it.”
“I understand, my manager.” He Miao felt that Jing Yan was a little paranoid, but when it was time to be careful, she would still be careful. It was just that when she was with Jing Yan, she would subconsciously relax her tensed heart, and it was inevitable that she would be careless.
Hearing her call him that, Jing Yan suddenly felt a little curious. He raised his eyebrows and laughed evilly, “It’s expensive to hire me as a manager.”
“How expensive is it? What’s the matter?” He Miao asked seriously as she took the bowl of noodles from the manager and ate a mouthful of hot beef with satisfaction.
Jing Yan picked up a tissue and wiped the corner of her mouth, then said, “You have to take the initiative to kiss me.”
He Miao’s hand trembled as she ate the noodles, her face turning red. The mouthful of noodles was stuck in her mouth uncomfortably.
She chewed on her noodles in a hurry and looked up at him in shock. “That’s indeed quite expensive. I’d better not hire you.”
Jing Yan poured her a cup of hot water and gave her a cold look. “No, I won’t resign. It’s a lifetime contract.”
He Miao could not help but chuckle. After the two of them finished eating, they went home to rest. They agreed that He Miao would visit Jing Yan’s house the next morning.
Because she had slept late last night, it was already nine in the morning when He Miao woke up.
She quickly got dressed and washed up. When she went upstairs, she saw that Jing Yan’s door was left ajar and not locked.
She opened the door and walked in carefully.
It was the first time He Miao had entered a man’s room alone. She was nervous, and her heart was beating fast.
Jing Yan’s room was cold and elegant, which was in line with his image to the outside world. The gray walls and dark-colored furniture made the owner of the room look indifferent and restrained.
Her sensitive nose picked up the aroma of food in the air, and He Miao subconsciously followed the smell and walked over.
In the kitchen, Jing Yan was wearing an apron, frowning as he stir-fried the food in the pot.
“You’re cooking?” He Miao incredulously walked closer to take a look, but she was persuaded by him to leave the kitchen.
“Be good and wait for me on the sofa. I’ll be done soon.” Jing Yan was cooking with a serious expression, as if he was dealing with a contract worth hundreds of millions.
He Miao chuckled and obediently sat down in the living room. She casually picked up the exquisitely decorated card on the coffee table and glanced at it. the Rassen Auction?”