Time passed by minute by second, and the enthusiasm in Jiang Weiche's eyes almost burned people to death.
The delicate and savage woman who was fearless began to want to avoid it. She noticed the very presence of arms around her waist and struggled to leave.
“The coffee is delicious.”
Jiang Weiche helped the person stand up, and Zhu Huayan's expected comments came belatedly.
"Oh...oh, I know."
Zhu Huayan turned her back to Jiang Weiche to collect herself, and her response was a little slow.
There was silence in the office for a while. Zhu Huayan stabilized her opinion of Jiang Weiche before continuing with her "step-by-step" plan.
"Then, is there anything else you want me to do?"
"Also, where is my office? Don't I have a place to work?"
At this point, Zhu Huayan realized that in the huge office there was only the desk in front of Jiang Weiche, so where was his working place.
"There's no rush for now. Your office is in my office. I arranged for someone to customize the desk in advance yesterday. It can be delivered in the afternoon."
Jiang Weiche returned to his seat and sat down, his voice gentle and soothing.
"Where will I sit in the morning? Also, do I have anything else to do after pouring the coffee?"
Zhu Huayan was a little dissatisfied with Jiang Weiche's words.
What's the matter? He has already come to work and his desk is not ready. He must have regretted having another assistant temporarily.
Jiang Weiche saw her thoughts, helplessly raised his forehead and explained:
"Originally, the job content of a life assistant is to help with some daily chores, which are not busy things. For me, it is three meals a day, preparing coffee to stimulate energy, and helping to organize some documents and other chores."
"I didn't plan to hire a life assistant before, so I didn't prepare a desk in advance, but the current work content doesn't require a desk so urgently. You can read some general company documents on the coffee table for now."
That seems to mean something.
"Oh -" Zhu Huayan responded with a hint of guilt, and after half a quarter of an hour, she asked in a low voice: "When will the desk arrive? I can't sit on the sofa all the time."
Since it is said to be a specially customized desk, it is definitely not something you can buy anywhere.
"afternoon."
Customization takes time, but money can make all the difference. In just one day, you can get something that others can't get in half a month.
"Didn't we make an appointment yesterday? Are you going to make lunch for me? It just so happens that it's not busy now and it's getting late. How about you go back to the villa first and come over after cooking."
"good."
Zhu Huayan breathed a long sigh of relief, threw the document filled with densely written characters on the coffee table, rubbed his dry eyes, and quickly opened the door and left as if someone was chasing him.
"Clang."
The office door was closed, and Jiang Weiche recalled the little moments he had with Zhu Huayan today. His brows frowned by the tedious work relaxed, and he felt a little relaxed like when he was studying.
'It's going well today. '
Jiang Weiche thought, lowered his head, and finally turned the pages of the document that he had not turned since he hugged Zhu Huayan.
villa.
The usually quiet kitchen was now bustling with activity, and frightened women's voices could be heard from time to time.
"Aunt Li, please turn it over for me, it's so fried."
"Hmm, how much water do you need to add to steam rice?"
Half an hour passed.
"Did you add too much water? It's okay. Jiang Weiche is so busy at work, he must be angry. There's no harm in eating some light porridge."
"Haha, it's time for me to show off my skills. Aunt Li, you don't have to stare. Making soup is what I'm best at."
"Throw in the ribs; throw in the corn; throw in the carrots."
"There are also chopped green onions, don't forget, put them in."
There was obviously only one person, but she made it into a lively scene of eighteen chefs cooking together.
This can't be blamed on Zhu Huayan. Although she has cooked before, she can only make a pot of soup with all the ingredients prepared.
Now she still has to steam rice and stir-fry vegetables, which is really beyond her ability.
However, "I am really talented!"
Zhu Huayan took a bite of the cooked "gruel". The rice was cooked to perfection, and the natural rice fragrance wafted out. There was no need to add anything, and the taste was okay.
After just tasting the same dish, Zhu Huayan was full of confidence in herself, and she didn't think there would be any surprises with other dishes.
When the last corn rib soup was cooked, she was full of confidence, took out the four-layer insulation bucket specially prepared by Aunt Li, and put the cooked food in it.
One layer is porridge, one layer is fried coriander beef, one layer is corn rib soup, and the last layer is the radish kimchi made by Aunt Li, which she thinks doesn't look good when empty.
"I'm leaving, Aunt Li. See you tonight."
Zhu Huayan looked at the watch on her wrist. It was already half past eleven. She quickly picked up the thermos bucket and took the car to the company.
It was almost after twelve o'clock when she arrived at the company. She took the elevator and went straight to the top floor.
As soon as the elevator opened, he met a familiar person again - Ren Qiaoyin.
Zhu Huayan pursed her lips, still remembering the "hate ranking" comment she made in the morning, snorted at the person, and walked out with her head held high.
Didn't even say hello to her! ! !
Ren Qiaoyin read the documents all morning and felt a little overwhelmed. It was hard to wait until lunch time before she could go downstairs to look for food outside to give herself some fresh air.
Then when I got to the elevator, I saw someone I didn't like again.
She naturally noticed Zhu Huayan's unfriendly attitude and didn't take it seriously.
However, her eyes followed the woman's back farther and farther away. The thermos bucket she was holding was so large that it was obvious at a glance that it was not enough for one person.
Did Wei Che even have lunch with her?
Ren Qiaoyin felt very uncomfortable at the moment. She knew that Jiang Weiche was actually a person with a strong sense of boundaries, and he also had an unknown mysophobia.
In the past, at school, he rarely ate with his fellow teachers, brothers and sisters.
Now that he was breaking his own principles for a woman, Ren Qiaoyin's expression changed again and again, and she secretly made up her mind to pay more attention to Zhu Huayan in the company.
"You're back."
Jiang Weiche looked at Zhu Huayan who walked in with his head held high, put down the documents in his hands, stood up and lifted the large and heavy thermos bucket.
"Um."
Zhu Huayan handed over the thermos bucket, shook off the pain, and followed Jiang Weiche to sit on the dining sofa.
Jiang Weiche placed the thermos bucket on the coffee table, looking a little happy. He unscrewed the thermos bucket and said:
"Why do you do so many?"
Did he know that in the past, when she gave her father a homemade love lunch, she only had one soup.
Faced with her own requirements, she was rich several times. Does this mean that she values herself more than her father?
Jiang Weiche's eyes were filled with joy. Unexpectedly, as the secrets were revealed layer by layer, his raised eyebrows gradually converged.
It looks like there are four dishes, but if you really count, porridge is not a dish, and radish kimchi is made by Aunt Li, which means there are only two dishes in it.
Zhu Huayan noticed the change in Jiang Weiche's mood, and her voice suddenly rose: "I cooked all three dishes myself. This is my first time cooking vegetables and porridge."
The meaning is very obvious, don't be shameless and behave yourself when you get an advantage.
Yes, apart from kimchi, there are three items in it that Hua Yan personally made, three times as much as her father! ! !
Jiang Weiche instantly became happy again, "Then let me try it first?"
Zhu Huayan nodded.
So Jiang Weiche took out the spare bowls and chopsticks and poured himself half a bowl of corn ribs soup.
This was the soup that he had longed for and regretted countless times. Jiang Weiche had the highest expectations for it.
The slightly hot soup touches your lips, flows over the tip of your tongue, and flows into your throat.
In an instant, I don't know what taste is transmitted to the nerves, and all the four sufferings of life are absorbed by a mouthful of soup.
There is a slight astringency in the mouth, followed by the smell of unprocessed meat, the sweetness of over-stewed ingredients, and the messy flavors mixed together, which is really unacceptable.
Jiang Weiche swallowed the soup in his mouth with difficulty, and when he looked at Zhu Huayan, there was a hint of anger and aggrievedness in his always gentle eyes.
'Is it intentional? Because he didn't want to cook for me, he took revenge on me like this. '
'Obviously, my father said it tastes very good. '
He was really sad, but he thought it might be due to poor performance occasionally, so he would definitely taste other dishes before making a conclusion.
The white porridge tastes ordinary, nothing special.
After tasting coriander beef, Jiang Weiche changed his evaluation of white porridge.
Compared with others, white porridge is simply delicious.
Jiang Weiche could not accept this fact. He raised his head and looked at Zhu Huayan.
Zhu Huayan's eyes were clean and clear. She was a little curious when Jiang Weiche stopped eating, but she didn't feel guilty at all about having done something bad.
As if being hit with a stick, Jiang Weiche understood that her cooking skills had always been at this level.
He thought of his father's unintentional praise, and his heart tightened, and he quickly wanted to stop Zhu Huayan who was about to taste the food he cooked out of curiosity.
Unfortunately, she was a step too late, but Zhu Huayan still drank the pork ribs and corn soup she made.
The expressions on her face were unpredictable. First she was wrinkled by the unpleasant taste, then confused, then suddenly enlightened, and finally seemed to be trapped in long-term memories and longing.
Jiang Weiche knew that she was thinking of her father, Jiang Zhiting, who was very kind to her and complied with everything, and was her lover.
A bad premonition came over me.
Sure enough, Zhu Huayan's eyes changed slightly because of the coffee accident in the morning.
She still wants to continue her "revenge" plan.
