Forced to Date a Big Shot

Panda Novel

Xiang Huai stood there lazily, making Mr. Fan very wary.

Beside Xiang Huai, Xue Xi stood quietly and looked at Uncle Fan in shock. She pursed her lips and said, “Uncle Fan, who exactly are you?”

Mr. Fan sighed. “I’m just a cook. Xixi, have I ever harmed you since you were young?”

Xue Xi shook her head.

Just as Mr. Fan was about to say something, Xiang Huai said, “Mr. Fan, to be honest, you came here to cook because of the little kid, right?”

Mr. Fan clenched his jaw and sighed. “Yes.”

Xiang Huai narrowed his eyes and pressed on. “Who asked you to come? Or rather, who’s behind you?”

Mr. Fan shook his head. “I don’t know.”

Xiang Huai and Xue Xi paused.

Mr. Fan said, “A few years ago, someone gave me a high salary and asked me to cook here. I didn’t know the details. After Xixi left, the other party didn’t give me any more money, so I simply left.”

After saying this, Mr. Fan took out his phone and passed it to Xue Xi. “Xixi, if you don’t believe me, you can check it. This is the money the other party has transferred to me over the years. It’s all transferred directly to my ATM account, so I don’t know who the other party is.”

Xue Xi took Mr. Fan’s phone and saw that the other party had indeed been transferring money to him since 18 years ago. His monthly salary was 100,000 yuan. This was indeed a high salary.

Mr. Fan smiled bitterly and sighed. “A hundred thousand yuan is a huge temptation to me, so I came. I have the same guess as the directress. I think these people must have been your parents. They’d hired me to cook for you…”

Xue Xi nodded and passed the phone to him.

Mr. Fan said, “I’ve watched you grow up all these years. I have also grown attached to you. Xixi, now that you believe me, can I leave?”

Xue Xi did not speak but looked at Xiang Huai.

Xiang Huai smiled. “A hundred thousand yuan is indeed a high salary.”

Mr. Fan nodded.

However, the next moment, Xiang Huai said, “But what does an annual income of more than a million mean to you, Fan Dashou?”

Mr. Fan’s eyes widened in shock. “You… you know me?”

Xue Xi did not understand. Ever since she was young, he had always been known to her as Chef Fan or Uncle Fan. Could it be that Mr. Fan’s name was Fan Dashou?

She hesitantly looked at Xiang Huai and saw him smile. “Xixi, do you know that in a world cooking competition 19 years ago, a young man in his early twenties won first place and became the youngest culinary master to date? In order to show respect, everyone named him Fan Dashou, or Great Hands. This person’s culinary skills are superb. Someone once invested a million yuan to invite him to a banquet, but that someone was rejected.”

Xue Xi: “…”

After saying so much, Xiang Huai continued, “Oh, right. He’s in the Moguls’ Group. You were the one who saved his name.”

Xue Xi: “?”

She was surprised. “Are you Cook?”

In the Moguls’ Group, everyone was a top talent in their respective industries. Moreover, Xue Xi was already clear on the fact that everyone in the Moguls’ Group had special abilities!

Then what was Uncle Fan’s special power?

Just as she was thinking this, she saw Fan Dashou sigh. “General Xiang, I thought I could hide it from you, but I didn’t expect to be seen through. Sigh!”

Xiang Huai narrowed his eyes. “I didn’t expect that the godly chef, Fan Dashou, would actually be willing to be a canteen chef in a small orphanage. I haven’t eaten your signature dish, Red Plum Pearl Fragrance, in a long time.”

Fan Dashou waved his hand. “If you want to eat it, I’ll fly over to make it for you. However, General Xiang, can you spare my life this time?”

Xiang Huai lowered his eyes. “According to the rules, all espers should obey the special department’s management. I’ve silently agreed to the few of you seeking freedom. But now that you’ve been found to be working for that organization, do you think I can let you off?”

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