553 What You Give Is Sweet

In the Hilton Hotel, the leader of the cleaning team is one of Qin Guan's personal tax filing clients. Gossip is the favorite of Chinese and American women.

For them, every plant and tree in the Hilton Hotel is under their control, not to mention the large-scale replacement of decorations, such a large and cumbersome task?

The two women have their own ghosts, and the price of each other has reached the limit of a psychological price that both parties can accept.

But at this time, Cong Nianwei stepped on Qin Guan casually as she had told her when she went out.

Qin Guan, who was summoned, originally looked at the newspaper as if no one was around, but now he suddenly turned towards Hilton, showing his first smile after coming here, and then Shi Shiran stood up from the sofa. up.

"Talk slowly, don't worry, I'll go and see the tea room, Lan Jin hasn't cleaned up after so long? He's really incompetent."

"oh oh!"

Hilton, who was still fighting with each other, was caught off guard by this warm smile and dazzled his eyes. In an instant, he fell into a state of dementia again.

But Cong Nianwei, who was behind the scenes, cunningly filled in a new price on the list.

"Hilton, what do you think of this price? Is it more suitable than the match just now?"

Hilton, who was interrupted by Cong Nianwei's words, turned his head reluctantly, looking at the newly released price list, but couldn't keep Xinlai still.

"Well, let me take a look..."

Before he could take a closer look at the quotation at hand, the small door leading to the tea room over there was pushed open again by Qin Guan.

"That boy Lan Jin in Daxia is still boiling water to make tea. I think you guys don't like it."

"Here, in the refrigerator is the tortoise jelly that I brought from the health care doctor yesterday. I don't know if you can get used to it."

"But this is my Weizi's great love."

When Hilton saw Qin Guan who was smiling, even the piece of paper in his hand didn't seem so important anymore.

"What is tortoise jelly? Oriental refreshment? I think I'd like to try it...uh"

Only halfway through the flattering words, the tray in Qin Guan's hand was placed in front of the eyes of the two girls.

very good! very powerful!

It was only then that Hilton realized that the pile of small plates and small bowls in front of her was very beautifully arranged, but she had no idea what was contained in these containers.

The so-called tortoise jelly can't be this dark looking thing, right?

Cong Nianwei on the opposite side seemed to see Hilton's embarrassment, and squeezed her eyes at Qin Guan, then looked at the quotation in her hand.

On the other hand, Qin Guan rolled his eyes helplessly, and began to introduce him impatiently and unwillingly.

While he was speaking, the movements under his hands did not stop.

He gently picked up the trembling and translucent tortoise jelly that was upside down in the palm-sized small celadon bowl, and then pointed to the rest of the matching small dish with his slender fingers and said.

"What I have in my hand is Guiling Jelly, one of the favorite snacks of Chinese ladies. In addition to its good taste, it also has the effects of nourishing yin and dryness, cooling blood and detoxifying."

"In summer, it is the best refreshment snack to cool down the heat. The tortoise jelly in my hand is not an ordinary product in a Chinese supermarket. You are in luck today."

"A master Chinese medicine master in Chinatown, oh, a new client of my accounting firm, specially made a thank you gift for Cong Nianwei. You must try it today."

"I don't know what flavor you like?" Qin Guan's fingers followed his introduction, pointing to each dish one by one.

"This is traditional honey, this is condensed milk, this is coconut milk, all of which can be used to stir and season the food. Of course, there are some boiled red beans and sweet-scented osmanthus. You can mix them according to your preferences. .”

Following Qin Guan's introduction, Hilton became more and more fascinated by the movements of his beautiful fingers.

"You made it for me, everything is delicious..."

This child is beyond help...

Cong Nianwei on the opposite side shook his head, poured the honey on the turtle jelly with ease, then sat opposite with a small spoon and ate it deliciously.

On the other hand, Qin Guan mixed red bean honey and coconut milk for Hilton with black hair, hoping that such a rich taste can conceal the bitterness of eating this food for the first time.

And when Hilton took the small bowl that Qin Guan handed over, he knew that he was worrying too much. The girl on the opposite side just stared at his face without blinking, and her mouthfuls would be full. I ate a bowl of Guiling jelly.

You ask her how does it taste?

How did she know that, just like Zhu Bajie eating ginseng fruit, it will disappear in an instant.

"Is it tasty?"

The little chicken nodded as if eating rice.

Then came the brightest smile in the world.

The corners of Qin Guan's eyes are all bent, but his eyes are like that, and the brows are like that.

Let this hot summer also soften a bit.

Seeing that her scheme had succeeded, Cong Nianwei couldn't help turning her attention back.

"How? This is the final plan?"

"Well, I can't think of a week where our legal counsel would hand over the contract if there were no major problems with the procurement department."

Hilton didn't care about her anymore, the current price was close to the original psychological price, and she didn't have too much energy to continue arguing with Cong Nianwei about these three melons.

Because she has more important matters to discuss with Qin Guan, except for the things that she originally agreed to hand over the accounting work of the Hilton Hotel in New York to Qin Guan's company.

When Cong Nianwei on the opposite side put away the materials in the gallery contentedly, Hilton finally mustered up the courage to say the purpose of her trip.

"Mr. Qin Guan, I have an unfeeling request here. I don't know if you can agree to it. Of course, if this matter needs to be contacted with your agent later, I have no objection."

Cong Nianwei and Qin Guan who were on the opposite side were taken aback, and they agreed to go to the Hilton Hotel to discuss other business? Why is there another incident inserted in the middle of this?

"It's like this, I don't know if you remember, here, just over there in the Hilton Art Bazaar, a painter once handed you a business card?"

"I don't know who you are talking about? In fact, every time I pass this street, I can receive a lot of strange business cards."

Qin Guan, who was questioned, pointed his finger in the direction of the storage box at the corner of the table helplessly: "Here, those are all business cards I received before, and I haven't replied to any of them." (To be continued.)