He didn't know much about mechanical research and development, so he didn't dare to go and talk to people rashly.
He went home after shopping for groceries and cooked a sumptuous Sichuan-style dinner. During this period, Fang Lei came home and was surprised to see him cooking and Xuan Jianye helping him.
Seeing her son busy in the kitchen, she felt very happy. This child, when he grows up, can live independently and take care of himself. Then she felt heartbroken again, wondering how much hardship this child had to endure while growing up. Thinking of this, she couldn't help but shed tears again.
Since there were only three of them, although he made three dishes and one soup, he controlled the portions very well.
Pickled fish, fish-flavored shredded pork, mapo tofu and bamboo fungus liver paste soup.
The main reason why she made these is that except for Mapo tofu, pickled fish, fish-flavored shredded pork and bamboo fungus liver paste soup are not spicy, mainly to cater to the tastes of Fang Lei and Xuan Jianye.
He has always been curious in his heart. Xuan Jiwei was not at the family gathering at noon. He is still not here now. Doesn't he take a vacation? I don't know what he does for a living.
He hid the question in his heart and did not dare to ask it, fearing that it would increase Fang Lei's sadness in vain.
Fang Lei wanted to know how her son's cooking skills were.
The first thing that came to the table was Mapo Tofu. This tofu is full of red chili peppers and a layer of Sichuan peppercorn noodles. It tastes numb and spicy, but Fang Lei thinks he did a pretty good job.
Next is the pickled fish. Wow, this fish is so tender, you can hardly taste the fishy smell. The pickled peppers and sauerkraut go well together, with a hint of spiciness and sourness, and the taste is truly unique.
Finally, she tried the fish-flavored shredded pork, which was really appetizing! It was sour, sweet and a little spicy, and she wanted to eat it again, which made her have endless aftertaste.
Fang Lei was impressed by his cooking skills.
She suddenly thought that it would be warmer and more satisfying if she could eat his cooking every day.
Then I thought about his work, and then felt sad again.
Zeng Yiming and Xuan Jianye ate to their heart's content.
Fang Lei took two bites and looked at her son who was eating deliciously. She couldn't help but take two more bites.
After the meal, Xuan Jianye cleaned up with him and went home.
The mother and son were left looking at each other, feeling awkward.
Fang Lei brought him washed fruits for him to eat.
Finally, she couldn't help but ask: "How is the building you invested in?"
Zeng Yiming recounted the story to her while eating the apple she helped peel.
Fang Lei was a little angry after hearing this. She didn't know it was a trick. The more she thought about it, the angrier she became. She was about to pick up the phone and call someone.
Zeng Yiming turned into a good baby, and the cry of mother subsided.
Finally, he analyzed the pros and cons of this matter for her. On the surface, it seemed to be helping the relevant departments solve historical problems, so why couldn't he profit from it.
After hearing this, Fang Lei turned from anger to joy, and her face changed faster than the weather in summer.
"My son is smart. Do you remember what I told you on the phone? As long as you don't break the law and discipline, your grandfather's family and the Xuan family will support you. Of course, since your father left, the Xuan family has declined. But don't Forgot, your grandpa is still here, I will take you to meet him another day."
After she finished speaking, she suddenly looked at him with a smile, and suddenly asked a question: "By the way, have you got a girlfriend? I heard that the youngest daughter of the Zhang family of the real estate company in Pengcheng is in your company and has become a shareholder?"
Zeng Yiming quickly shook his head and denied it. It was a joke. It was a pure partnership. Apart from patting her elastic little PP, the two of them did not do anything extraordinary.
"What kind of friends do I want to make? I don't want to delay their youth. Zhang Xin and I are pure partners. She has resources for me. I took advantage of the situation and let her take a few shares. She bought a share and gave her two hundred and fifty."
"I don't have feudal ideas, and I don't have those ideas about family status. You can feel free to date the right girl. As long as it's a girl you like, Dad and I will never object."
Although she said this, she was still a little reluctant to give up. When the pig grows up, it should be let out to grow cabbage. But she was also afraid that Baicai and herself wouldn't be able to deal with each other, and he wasn't her type.
Tangled and melancholy.
When Zeng Yiming heard what she said, it was hard for him to answer the question, so he could only say something vague about the matter.
Seeing that he had listened, Fang Lei nodded, but couldn't help but remind her.
"You should think more about the consequences when doing things in the future. Now you are not alone. There are so many people behind you eating with you. It is not only a problem for so many people, but also related to so many families. Son, career must not be for personal gain. To be prosperous and wealthy, you must learn to give those who follow you a good foundation for life."
Zeng Yiming didn't expect that she would say this to him, so he nodded firmly.
He really didn't think that deeply about this matter. What he wanted was that the treatment of the people who followed him would be improved accordingly as the company continued to develop. Although Liang Shan said in the afternoon that he was cheating on Zeng, he asked himself, the treatment he gave them was Xishu. The better one can at least be ranked in the top ten.
"I know, I will handle these relationships well."
When Fang Lei saw that she had said everything she needed to say, she stood up and spoke to him.
"Okay, you have a good rest while I go out for a walk. This is my personal habit. The room has been tidied up for you, what else do you need?" She said while pointing to one of the rooms with an open door.
Zeng Yiming looked over there curiously. There was a wardrobe, a bed, and an old-fashioned wooden writing desk in the room, with a lonely desk lamp placed on it.
Fang Lei smiled at him: "What are you looking at? Go in and take a closer look. That's your dad's study. You can make do with it when you come back. See what's missing. I'll come back and take you to buy it later."
Zeng Yiming threw away the apple core in his hand, wiped his hands with a tissue, and then walked in slowly.
Just now he couldn't see everything from the door. It turned out that there was a bookcase on the wall. There were many building codes densely packed on it, some were the latest ones, some were old ones, and there was also a hardcover structural design code.
He was very curious, so he took it out and flipped through it, only to see that there were a lot of notes densely recorded on it. The hard-pen fonts were strong and powerful. It seemed that he had received a good calligraphy education.
He compared it with his own handwriting and found that it was like the sky and the earth.
His handwriting is not good, and he has not practiced it specially. It is even a bit terrible.
It seems that he still needs to practice more. Not to mention how good it is, at least he can meet people. Now most of the employees see his signature, and they think it is an artistic signature he made to prevent others from imitating it.
He flipped through it quickly and found that there were many structural calculation formulas and verification methods on it, and even equivalent replacement formulas for steel bars were given, which was quite complete.
Later, he opened a few more construction technology books, which were also densely filled with notes. It seemed that the person signed by Xuan Jiwei was a big boss in their industry.
Is it possible for him to introduce some technical talents to himself to relieve the current embarrassing situation of talent shortage?
Then he shook his head secretly, how could he speak when he couldn't see her face to face?
If this is the case, it would explain the unasked question in my heart.
