novelraw Chapter 501 - 502: He Actually Doesn’t Know What Kind of Fruit She Likes
Chapter 501 - 502: He Actually Doesn’t Know What Kind of Fruit She Likes
However, seeing her upset made him soften, so he softened his voice and added, "You’re sick, carbonated drinks are not good for you. How about fresh fruit juice? I’ll have someone squeeze some for you."
His attitude was quite good, so Di Xiaxia nodded and said, "Okay, sure.."
Di Mingzhe stepped outside to have someone squeeze fresh juice for her, but then he thought about it, and decided to do it himself.
As a result, his walks within the Vice Presidential Residence drew quite a few surprised gazes.
The guards of the Vice Presidential Residence change shifts every day. The ones that were on duty hadn’t seen him dressed like this before.
These guards were all taken aback, Emma, why was the Vice President dressed like this?
It was well known that he was always impeccably dressed when he was in the residence, never giving off an air of casualness.
Di Mingzhe was a little embarrassed but he ignored it. After all, he was already dressed this way.
Although displeased, he swept a cold glance over the guards who stared at him with surprise. Chilled by his gaze, they hurriedly averted their eyes, no longer daring to look at him.
When Di Mingzhe reached the main hall, he ordered the butler, "Go get some fresh fruits."
"Yes sir." The butler bowed immediately and politely asked, "May I know what fruits you would like, sir?"
Di Mingzhe frowned, realizing that he didn’t know Di Xiaxia well, so he didn’t know what her favorite fruits were.
He only knew one kind — that was papaya.
After some contemplation, Di Mingzhe said, "Bring some papayas."
"Yes sir," the butler respectfully bowed his head.
The treatments of the Vice President and the President weren’t too different. Both were initially competitors, but due to the current President being Di Mingzhe’s mentor and appreciating Di Mingzhe greatly, they naturally became allies.
Therefore, the Vice Presidential Residence not only had a small hospital, but it also had the freshest ingredients and seasonal fruits and vegetables at all times.
The butler had someone bring three peeled papayas, which were beautifully placed on a plate before being served to Di Mingzhe.
However, Di Mingzhe did not eat any. Instead, he carried the fruit plate into the kitchen, stopped, and asked, "Where is the juicer?"
The butler rushed over and asked, "You want to make juice yourself?"
"Yes," Di Mingzhe nodded.
"Then I’ll order the kitchen to do it." The butler quickly extended his hand, but was stopped by Di Mingzhe.
He calmly ordered, "I’ll do it myself, have the kitchen find the juicer."
The butler froze. Had he heard wrong?
Does His Highness want to make juice himself?
No way!
Ever since he became the Vice President, when had he ever done such a thing?
Not to mention entering the kitchen!
Like him, a man of his stature, his slender hands were used to hold pens. Cook? That was absurd!
Even most ordinary men, rich or poor, would rarely enter the kitchen, let alone him!
He seriously doubted if His Highness knew how to use a juicer?
Not only him, even the butler didn’t know how to use it!
So was he really going to make the juice himself?
Could it be that their service wasn’t good enough?
Once he thought of this, the butler immediately got nervous. He hurriedly stepped forward and followed behind Di Mingzhe, trembling as he said, "Yo, Your Highness, this kind of routine work should be left to the kitchen. Is there something they’re not doing well? Please tell me, if needed, we can change them all."