Song Xiang noticed Wen Wen's gaze, her heart skipped a beat, and she subconsciously wanted to reach out in the direction of the microwave, but she controlled herself with reason.
Don't move, otherwise there will be no three hundred taels of silver here.
Wenxin raised his head and glanced at her, with a sarcastic smile in his eyes. He turned around and opened the microwave oven vigorously, as if he had caught her.
"Oh my god, what is this?"
Song Xiang: "...takeaway."
Her attitude was calm, Wen Wen covered her mouth to express surprise, and raised her voice: "Don't Sister Xiang want to cook it for Mr. Yan to eat? Why are you ordering takeout? Takeaway is not clean."
As soon as Wen Xin finished speaking, Yan Han floated to the kitchen door like a ghost and looked at Song Xiang with cold eyes.
Song Xiang spread her hands and said with a magnanimous attitude, "As you said, Mr. Yan's time is precious. How can I use Mr. Yan as a guinea pig? Of course I have to prepare an emergency plan."
She walked aside, took out the raw ribs, pretended to dip them into the water, and inadvertently raised her head to teach Wen Wen.
"As a secretary, you must have an emergency plan. Don't trust yourself too much. Everything must be based on the interests of the company."
Wen Xin was suddenly taught by her, and the corners of her lips twitched unnaturally, "Sister Xiang is right."
She turned to look at Yan Han with a sweet smile, "Mr. Yan, please wait a moment, we will be here soon. We have enough time, so we won't let you eat takeout."
Song Xiang turned his head and rolled his eyes crazily behind his sunglasses.
Yan Han did not respond to the warmth, turned around expressionlessly and left the battlefield.
As soon as he left, Wenxin threw away the wooden shovel of his cell phone, looked at Song Xiang with disdain, and whispered: "The entire company is his employee, and you are not the only one who is outstanding. What do you have to be proud of?"
Song Xiang leaned on the cooking table and looked at the little girl funny, "So your goal is not to be his employee, but to be his housewife...is that right?"
As she spoke, her eyes moved to Wen Xin's hand holding the handle of the pot.
Wen Wen didn't feel guilty at all, she raised her chin and was even a little proud.
"Just because you can't do it, doesn't mean I can't do it."
She threw the vegetables into the pot, quickly heated them up, stir-fried them skillfully, and they were out of the pot in a few seconds.
The stir-fried green vegetables look refreshing and translucent, and the heat is just right.
Song Xiang wanted to applaud her. She was such a good chef, but it was a pity that she had to be her secretary.
Seeing the admiration in Song Xiang's eyes, Wen Wen felt even more proud and put the fried vegetables into the incubator.
She pushed Song Xiang away, thinking she was in the way.
Song Xiang walked away happily and stood aside to watch. Watching the little girl prepare the ribs and meat, she quietly took out her mobile phone.
Wen Xin thought she was a loser and looked down upon her even more, so she cooked the food even faster. The two meat and two vegetables were cooked in less than forty minutes.
Song Xiang saw that she was making fried pork, it should be almost ready, and a smile flashed in his eyes.
Outside the kitchen, there was a knock on the office door, and Xue Mi walked in.
"Mr. Yan, are Wenxin here?"
When Wenxin heard the noise, she immediately turned off the range hood, put on an apron and walked out.
"I am here."
Xue Mi glanced at her and shook the document in her hand with a cold expression, "There are two meeting minutes that need your confirmation. We don't have the authority."
Some records can only be signed by the accompanying chief secretary. Wen Wen liked this unique feeling the most. Without thinking much for a while, she looked at Yan Han and said, "Mr. Yan, I'll go out first."
Yan Han didn't look at her and responded lightly.
Wen Xin returned to the kitchen, took off her apron, looked at Song Xiang and said loudly and deliberately: "Sister Xiang, the fried pork still needs to be processed. If you don't understand, don't move. Wait until I come back."
Song Xiang smiled, "Okay."
I have never eaten fried pork before, and it will become mushy if I fry it again.
Song Xiang kept her face expressionless as she watched Wen Xin walk out. She glanced around and clicked her tongue repeatedly.
It seems a bit embarrassing to take away someone else's achievements in one pot.
She took the fried pork out of the pot, took out the three dishes from the insulator, and put them on the tray, which looked very special.
The rice in the pot was cooked by her in advance and has nothing to do with warmth.
"Look, this rice is so beautiful." Miss Song stood in front of the pot and felt that she was also a genius.
She filled up the rice and took out several dishes separately.
Yan Han was typing on the keyboard, and when he saw Song Xiang carrying out the dishes in a dignified manner, he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, push away his notebook, cross his arms across his chest and lean back.
"You did it all?"
Song Xiang took off his apron, looked tired, and moved his shoulders twice.
"It's my first time to cook such a big dish, and my skills are not stable. Please try it."
Yan Yanhan had a faint smile on his lips, glanced at the rice in front of him, and raised his eyebrows, "You cooked the rice too?"
As soon as he talked about rice, Song Xiang's back instantly straightened up and he felt confident.
"yes."
Yanhan Qinghe picked up the chopsticks and picked at several dishes.
"Are you sure it was you?"
Song Xiang didn't blush or breathed, "Wenxin helped me twice."
Yan Han licked his lips, raised his eyes to look at Song Xiang, half-smiling but not smiling, "I can't tell that you are so...talented."