Xu Zhengan pushed up his glasses, wisely put down the documents in his hands, and walked out of the office.
As soon as he went out, the inquiring eyes from all parties quietly shrank away, but the smell of gossip in the air was hard to eliminate.
Needless to say, within five minutes, the message had to be spread throughout the company.
Xu Zhengan sighed.
Indoors, Qin Songyao straightened up immediately when he heard the door close.
During the movement, the hair passed over Bao Siyan's shoulders again.
The man's eyebrows were slightly furrowed and he was about to speak when he heard her say: "How was my performance?"
play?
He capped the pen with gentle force, showing no shame.
Qin Songyao didn't mind either. She walked to the dining table and opened the meals one by one.
"You want more than one dish."
Bao Siyan glanced at it, a little disbelieving, "You did it?"
Qin Songyao looked serious and said firmly: "I made it myself."
How long does it take to prepare sixteen dishes?
She didn't have to do anything else this morning, just make him lunch at home?
The man's face was uncertain. One second he seemed a little unhappy, and the next second there were signs of ice and snow melting.
He sat down at the dining table, glanced at the "fruit plate" in front of him, raised his head, and glanced at Qin Songyao.
It is called a fruit plate mainly because the so-called sixteen dishes are all in a lunch box similar to a nine-square grid, and each dish only has a few bites.
Qin Songyao blinked, "Let's try it."
Bao Siyan picked up a piece of chicken leg meat and asked, "What is this?"
“Braised chicken legs.”
"You only braise half of the chicken legs?"
Qin Songyao said without blushing or out of breath, "I tasted it before putting it out of the pot, and I also deboned it for you. The most perfect piece of meat is right in front of you."
Bao Siyan hummed and scanned the other dishes.
Do you think he is stupid?
He picked up a note on the edge of the lunch box and threw it to Qin Songyao.
Qin Songyao lowered his head and looked.
Thirty-one.
Oh, advertising cards.
She took it over without changing her expression and said: "There is a forty-year-old family next door. If you don't like the thirty-year-old family, I will spend a huge amount of money to give you something fresh tomorrow."
Bo Siyan: "..."
He put down his chopsticks, leaned back, looked at her with faint eyes and said, "It's difficult for you to cook a dish now, isn't it?"
She works all day long and has nothing serious to do.
Ask him for protection, yet you dare to fool me!
Qin Songyao was very calm, picked up a piece of sweet and sour pork and put it in his mouth.
"I remember very clearly that you said you didn't like eating the food I cooked." She looked over with a smile and said, "So don't worry, Mr. Bo, I will never embarrass your stomach."
She also put down her chopsticks, looked at him, and said every word: "The dishes I cook will never poison you."
In other words, I never plan to cook for you in this life.
Bao Siyan looked at her steadily, said nothing for a long time, and snorted after a moment.
"My memory is so good, so I will also remember what you said today. If one day you ask me to eat your food again, I will slap you in the face first."
Qin Songyao shrugged and raised his chin.
It's impossible.
Even though the marriage was divorced, she would never wash her hands and make soup for him.
After a brief silence, Bao Siyan straightened up and picked up the chopsticks again.
Qin Songyao was surprised, she thought he wouldn't eat it.
The man opened the disposable chopsticks, washed them with mineral water, and picked up the food with a frown.
He said coldly: "If you don't want to do it, let your aunt at home do it. Otherwise, don't come and give it to me."
Who are you causing trouble for?
Qin Songyuan remained silent and quietly threw away the advertising card.
It was originally cooked by his aunt, but she couldn't bear the trouble of eating thirty-one dishes to his delicate stomach.