Chapter 21 A woman's imagination is sometimes too rich
If Lin Shanya could stand closer and clearly see the words "Second Canteen" on the chef's uniform, she would definitely remember who the other party is. However, it was late at night, the street lights were not bright, and they were far away, so Lin Shanya could only
I can see the color and style of the clothes, but I can't see the small words printed on them.
When Ye Xingyu took Zhuang Jing out of the passenger car, Lin Shanya felt even more strange, because since she had lived here, she had never seen her neighbor bring someone of the opposite sex home. Obviously, this was a self-disciplined life.
Why did a woman who was so pure and self-loving make an exception tonight? And she was still held in the arms of this man?
It wasn't until Ye Xingyu carried Zhuang Jing into the house that Lin Shanya suddenly remembered who this person was. It was the day when her parents came to find her. When she met Dean Chang by chance, the new chef who was introduced in person seemed to have a surname.
night.
How could an ordinary chef get involved with a rich girl living in a villa?
If the two are boyfriend and girlfriend who truly love each other regardless of the gap between rich and poor, why have they never met before?
This made Lin Shanya even more curious. As she thought about it, a word suddenly came to her mind: Midnight Cowherd.
To put it simply, ducks refer to male prostitutes who provide sex, corresponding to chickens.
Could it be that they have a transactional relationship between money and body?
Lin Shanya blushed, felt sick in her heart, and thought angrily: It seems that at the next board meeting, I will make some suggestions. The character quality and moral management of the college's faculty and staff must be strengthened. Black sheep like this can be recruited.
It simply ruins your reputation!
Not only the man made Lin Shanya angry, but also the woman who lived across the street made her feel disappointed. She thought again: This woman doesn't seem to be a good person. I thought she was pure and self-loving, but she did this behind the scenes.
Immoral body trading, vain of being so beautiful, simply self-destruction!
Lin Shanya snorted angrily from her nose, turned back to the room, closed the curtains, then turned off the lights and went to bed to rest.
But when Lin Shanya just lay down, the door of the villa opposite opened again, and Ye Xingyu, wearing a chef's uniform, walked out alone.
After he sent Zhuang Jing into the house, he immediately said goodbye and left. Although Zhuang Jing was very interested in him and wanted to win over an ancient warrior for the family, this was the first time they met, so it was not appropriate for her to make it too obvious, so she also
Ye Xingyu did not stay, but let him leave after saying a few words.
However, what made Zhuang Jing feel embarrassed was that when she wanted to exchange contact information with Ye Xingyu, she was rejected by the other party, and the rejection was very straightforward. Without any hesitation, she said that "otakus don't deserve friends." It was clear that
He just didn't want to interact with her, which made Zhuang Jing a little angry.
Ye Xingyu really didn't want to have anything to do with Zhuang Jing. Zhang Xinyu annoyed him so much, why bother asking for trouble again?
As for helping Zhuang Jing and sending her home, there was no special meaning. It was like seeing an old lady fall on the roadside, he would help her up and take her to the hospital or something.
In fact, both Zhuang Jing and the old lady are still little girls in front of an old monster who has lived for thousands of years. Ye Xingyu can responsibly slap his chest and shout: "I have eaten more salt than you."
I’ve eaten a lot of rice!”
Ye Xingyu walked quietly on the road, without a sound under his feet, as light as a cat.
Dim yellow street lights illuminated the straight road. At this point in time, not a single pedestrian could be seen, and not a single car could be encountered.
Lishui Nanwan is a high-end residential area. It is located on the outskirts of the city, far away from the bustling city. Because every household has a private car and outsiders cannot enter, this road seems particularly quiet and deserted. It takes a long time to walk
Only then can you reach the gate of the residential area.
And when we got to the road outside, there were very few taxis passing by, and the buses had finished their service early. Ye Xingyu had no choice but to use his mobile phone to call an online taxi, send his location, and ask the other party to pick him up.
Own.
When he returned to the dormitory, it was already three o'clock in the middle of the night. He took a shower casually and fell asleep.
Early the next morning, before it was fully light, Ye Xingyu woke up on his own initiative. After dressing and washing, he went to the second cafeteria early.
Although he won 800,000 from Liang Shaofan last night and became rich overnight, he had no intention of quitting this hard job.
For him, this kind of ordinary life is actually quite good.
The kitchen is busy preparing breakfast, which is basically some noodles, steamed buns, steamed buns, eggs, soy milk, rice porridge and other foods. There is no need to cook or chop vegetables, so Ye Xingyu is relatively free in the morning.
He only started to get busy when breakfast was over and lunch was being prepared.
Ye Xingyu wandered around the kitchen for a few minutes and found that there was nothing to do, so he was about to take a walk outside to get some fresh air. But before he walked out, he heard someone calling him from behind: "Xiaoye, can you help me?"
Ye Xingyu looked back and saw that it was Fatty Liu, the master of the white case, so he nodded: "What's the matter? Just tell me!"
Fatty Liu wiped his two big hands stained with white flour on his apron twice, and whispered into Ye Xingyu's ear with some embarrassment: "I drank too much with some of my buddies yesterday, and now I feel sick to my stomach. I'm going to school."
Let’s take a look at the hospital and put in an IV and prescribe some medicine. I wonder if it’s convenient for you to steam some steamed buns for me? If not, I’ll teach you. It’s very simple..."
Fatty Liu clearly had an expression on his face that said, "You will definitely help me." He started to explain how to steam steamed buns, but Ye Xingyu couldn't bear to listen to him in class. He quickly pushed Fatty Liu's back and said, "Okay.
Okay, okay, I can make steamed buns, you should go see a doctor quickly!"
"Okay!" Fatty Liu smiled happily, his little eyes narrowed to a slit, "I'll treat you to a drink another day!"
Ye Xingyu was speechless, thinking: My stomach still hurts! Why do you still want to drink?
After Fatty Liu left, Ye Xingyu put on the apron he took off and started kneading the dough to make steamed buns.
His method of cooking is different from Fatty Liu's. Fatty Liu makes the most common northern steamed buns, each weighing two or three liang, firm and chewy, while Ye Xingyu makes steamed buns invented by himself.
The fragrant steamed buns are small, fluffy and soft. They emit a rich milky aroma when steamed.
His hands and feet are nimble and fast. Those who fry fried dough sticks, fry rice noodles, boil eggs, and make soy milk are all still busy, and his steamed buns are about to be steamed.
However, Ye Xingyu did not take out the steamed buns right away, because it was not yet time for the class to start. If he took them out now, it would get cold after a while, so he turned down the heat to a minimum and leaned on the chair to take a nap.