Chapter 251 Excuse me, Nanzhan, if only I could cook
The secretary brought her the tools with a confused look on her face, then turned around to see Ye Nanqing drawing fluidly on the paper.
One after another, without thinking.
Those who didn't know better thought she was copying.
Design drafts were thrown into the secretary's hand one after another, leaving everyone present stunned.
The mainstream designs seven years later are all design concepts that have been left behind after the market has settled down. Any one of them can beat all the styles currently on the market.
Can't be picky at all...
"Is that enough?"
She used to think about how to plot against Gu Sihan all day long, pretending to do all kinds of tricks in Gu Sihan's office, and read through various fashion magazines every month, and she couldn't forget it even if she wanted to.
So what she is doing now is not a technical job for her, there is no innovation or design at all...
"Enough...enough." The secretary held a stack of manuscript papers and was completely stunned, "It's enough for next month."
"If you don't have enough, come find me again. It's almost time. I'll leave first." Ye Nanqing put down the pen and stood up.
"Sister Qing, are you leaving now?" The other three looked at her dully.
"I just came to see the studio today."
"But next we..."
"You guys should go home and eat. Anyway, this month's mission is completed."
"..."
Is this what it feels like to be taken away by a boss?
Why do you feel a little sorry for the salary you get?
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When the dusk light poured in through the window, Pei Nanzhan was awakened by the pain in his stomach.
The several missed calls displayed on the mobile phone were undoubtedly marked with "Shen Rou".
He reached out and turned the phone over, with the screen facing down, as if he didn't want to take another look.
The rapid ringing of the doorbell brought him to his senses.
He wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, touched his stomach, and walked over nervously and opened the door.
The woman's fox-like charming eyes caught his eye.
He used to like her eyes the most, how beautiful she was! She was naturally charming, and her eyes were as charming as silk when she looked at people, and she accurately captured his soul at the first glance.
All his friends who grew up in Kyoto know that he has liked Shen Rou since he was fifteen years old.
At that time, she was Bai Yueguang in his heart, the person he most wanted to marry when he grew up.
But now, I feel an indescribable feeling...
"Nan Zhan, why didn't you answer the phone?" Shen Rou walked in and frowned smelling the strong smell of smoke in the room.
"Oh, my phone is on silent, so I didn't hear it."
"Didn't you hear it that time? Didn't you hear it twice or three times?" Shen Rou pouted aggrievedly, stretched out her hands to wrap around his lean waist, and buried her head in his chest, just like every lover would.
Smell him like that.
My stomach, which was already slightly painful, became even more uncomfortable from being squeezed.
Pei Nanzhan's eyes glazed over, and he calmly stretched out his hand to move her away, "When did you come? Why didn't you say anything to me?"
"I didn't tell you because I wanted to give you a surprise." Shen Rou seemed not to notice the alienation in his eyes and tightly clasped her hand in his palm.
There was a cramp in my stomach.
He was almost dizzy. When he opened his eyes and looked at the person in front of him, he had another face.
It's the face that Shi Nian had.
He knew that he had another misunderstanding, so he hurriedly shook off Shen Rou's hand and turned around to look for stomach medicine in the cabinet.
"Nan Zhan? What are you doing?" Shen Rou stared at the palm of her hand, her expression changed greatly.
She knew very well that Pei Nanzhan had been somewhat avoiding him during this period.
So she made a surprise attack to see if he had been seduced by some other woman in Yuncheng, so she ignored her.
After entering the door, she realized that she had thought too much.
Until Pei Nanzhan shook off her hand...
She followed him in panic and curiosity, and when she saw him squatting on the ground, he took out a pill from the bottle and stuffed it into his mouth, she finally let go of her suspense.
"Nan Zhan, are you feeling sick to your stomach again?" Shen Rou squatted down and wiped the cold sweat from his face with her fingertips.
He said "Hmm" lightly, "Old problem."
"Why didn't you tell me that you had a stomach problem? Have you not eaten yet?"
"Didn't eat."
"I'll go cook it for you." Shen Rou said as she rolled up her sleeves and went into the kitchen.
Pei Nanzhan pulled her and said, "You don't know how to cook, so I'll do it."
Shen Rou has always been a staunch young lady and has never cooked before.
Shen Rou smiled awkwardly, "I'm sorry, Nan Zhan, if only I could cook."
"It doesn't matter. You don't need to learn to cook. I can eat whatever you want in the future..."
Before the words "I can cook them for you" came out, he felt bored and didn't say anything more.
But it sounded like Shen Rou had already automatically filled in what he didn't finish.
She showed a happy and contented smile, "Nan Zhan, you are so kind. I can always be an unscrupulous child in front of you, because I know you will take good care of me."
Pei Nanzhan casually cracked two eggs into the boiling water and remembered what the woman told him:
"Nan Zhan, you must remember to eat when I am not at home in the future. Let me tell you the simplest way to make clear soup noodles. You can boil an egg first and then add noodles... like this..."
That woman probably thought he was a young man who had never cooked before, right?
In fact, during the years when he was sent abroad, he had already learned everything because he missed Chinese food.
It's not that he doesn't know how to cook, it's just that he has never been willing to cook for her himself.
Why?
Because I think she doesn’t deserve it!
Yes, he is not worthy of letting him cook by himself.
That day, he watched her impatiently as she put the noodles into the pot, then turned away with cold eyes and said:
"I really thought you were good at cooking? It's you who should practice more!"
As I thought about it, my stomach seemed to hurt even more, and my hands began to tremble slightly.
He was cooking noodles in the kitchen, and Shen Rou was wandering around the house.
When she walked into the bedroom and saw the mobile phone on his bedside, she couldn't help but pick it up and take a look. It was indeed in silent mode, and it also had her missed call ID on it.
After a moment, Pei Nanzhan's voice came from the kitchen:
"The noodles are cooked!"
He took out two bowls of steaming noodles and put them on the table.
Shen Rouqian came out of the bedroom and put his mobile phone on the dining table.
After taking a bite of the noodles in the bowl, she looked at the man opposite, "Nan Zhan, when do you plan to return to Kyoto? My father asked again about our marriage..."