Song Xiang picked a few vegetables and bought some ribs. After talking to Gu Lian, she left the supermarket and headed to Yan's Building.
She arrived on time for several days in a row, and the way the front desk looked at her changed. She was very close to her when she came in and out, and she was treated like the boss's wife.
Song Xiang smiled bitterly in her heart. After entering the CEO elevator, she was the only one in the entire space. Staring at the reflection on the wall, she would have momentary illusions, and some thoughts that should not have occurred would come out.
Ding--
When the elevator door opened, she subconsciously straightened her back and regained her flawless expression.
When she walked out of the elevator, she met several secretaries as before, and she greeted them all one by one. When she closed the door, she could hear Xue Mi and others talking quietly.
She stood at the door and breathed a sigh of relief. Seeing that Yan Han was not around, she relaxed a little. She entered the small kitchen, laid out the dishes one by one, and hid the two takeaways she bought in the microwave.
The sweet and sour pork ribs and fried pork were bought, and she only needed to stir-fry two more vegetables, which would basically make up for the lunch.
Thinking of this, Song Xiang felt much better and hummed a song while washing the vegetables and tomatoes.
By about eleven o'clock, she was ready and waiting for Yan Han to show up and demonstrate the cooking process.
There were footsteps outside, and then the door opened and someone entered the office.
Song Xiang thought it was a severe cold, so she put on an apron and walked to the door of the small kitchen, but she met a warm face.
Wen Xin's face looked pretty good at first, but suddenly when she saw Song Xiang's face wearing sunglasses, her expression suddenly fell.
The little girl clutched the folder in her hand and hated Song Xiang deeply. When her eyes glanced at the apron, she felt it was dazzling.
Just as she was about to speak, Zhao Zhe's voice came from outside, respectful and humble, obviously speaking to Yan Han.
"Check again in the afternoon."
Yan Han threw the document to Zhao Zhe and walked into the office with one hand in his pocket. He only glanced at Wen Xin briefly and followed her line of sight to see Song Xiang in an apron. He couldn't help but frown.
"What are you doing here?"
Song Xiang shrugged, forced a smile, and said, "Entrusted by the strict housekeeper."
She raised the knife in her hand and said, "I'll cook for you."
Yan Han sneered rudely, walked past Wenxin to the door of the small kitchen, glanced at the layout inside, and laughed at Song Xiang, "Besides instant noodles, what other tricks can you come up with?"
You really know me, you really don’t.
Song Xiang turned sideways, showed Yan Han the vegetables he had cut, and said, "I learned a few dishes in advance. The difficulty level is not very high, so I shouldn't fail."
"Sister Xiang, haven't you done this before?" Wen Wen interrupted, folding her hands in front of her and walking to Yan Han's side, looking at Song Xiang and saying, "Mr. Yan has a meeting in the afternoon, but he can't eat bad food. Are you sure, Sister Xiang?"
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Song Xiang smiled coldly, walked into the kitchen, pinched a piece of green vegetables, and waved it in front of Yan Han and Wen Wenxin.
"The probability of food poisoning shouldn't be too high."
Yan Yanhan narrowed his eyes slightly, glanced behind her again, and was about to speak.
Wen Wen suddenly said: "How about I help you? Vegetables are easy to fry, but meat dishes are difficult, especially sweet and sour pork ribs."
Song Xiang had no intention of making sweet and sour pork ribs herself. She had already bought ready-made ones and Li Daitao was numb. She didn't know why Wen Wenxin had such poisonous eyes and saw the raw pork ribs she bought at a glance.
She threw away the vegetables in her hand and glanced at Wen Xin, "No, I can do it myself."
"Don't be polite to me." Wen Xin dropped the things in his hands and turned around to walk into the kitchen. He looked at Yan Han as he said, "Mr. Yan, please sit down. Sister Xiang and I will be ready soon."
Song Xiang's patience with this girl was exhausted, so he put one hand on the chopping board and quietly exerted force.
At the door, Yan Han traced Song Xiang's expression with his eyes and read a bit of anger. He thought it was quite interesting, so he simply turned around and left, waiting to see Song Xiang's cooking show.
The two of them had been together for five years, and the number of times he had eaten the food she cooked was limited, and each time it was half-finished, and he had almost never seen any sincere dishes.
It's rare...you might as well try it.
Song Xiang watched him leave, rolled her eyes hard behind her sunglasses, and slowly approached the cooking table.
"Stir-fried vegetables and scrambled eggs with tomatoes, do you know how to cook these two dishes?" Song Xiang asked bluntly.
Wen Wenli ignored her, completely treating the kitchen as his home ground, and operated with smooth movements.
Song Xiang stood aside, frankly trying to catch a fish, and just wanted to seize the opportunity to take out the two dishes from the microwave oven.
Wen Wen wanted to be the limelight. He sniffed his nose and smelled the aroma of cooked food. He turned around and aimed at the microwave oven next to him.