Chapter 7

One month into the job, Xue Yingshuang started cooking for Xing Yun.

As the boss, Xing Yun still has some requirements for eating. Therefore, in his eyes, Xue Yingshuang's cooking is too ordinary, too vulgar, and has no style.

In the morning, Xing Yun's breakfast was a bowl of red noodles.

He seldom ate noodles before, and he only ate Western-style pasta when he wanted to.

He picked up his chopsticks and said in disgust whether he wanted to eat it or not: "Mianmian, what else can you do besides noodles?"

Xue Yingshuang: "I also know soup noodles and fried noodles."

Three minutes later, Xue Yingshuang asked Xing Yun, who bowed his head to eat noodles seriously and was sweating, "Do you like noodles?"

Xing Yun's mouth was full of faces, and he nodded unpreparedly: "I like it."

"Would you like to eat next time?"

"eat."

"Okay, then I'll make Laoganma noodles next time."

"Lao Ganma?" Xing Yun shook his hand, and the noodles fell off his chopsticks.

"What's wrong?"

"It's nothing." Thinking that he had turned his face for the Laoganma gift box and Xue Yingshuang that day, Xing Yun felt uneasy, but he could eat it.

A few days later, Xing Yun woke up in the morning with his eyes half-open and half-closed, as if sleepwalking, tying his tie and walking to the kitchen: "What to eat?"

Xue Yingshuang said: "There is some chicken soup left over last night, use that to cook noodles."

Hearing that he was going to eat the leftovers from yesterday, Xing Yun woke up immediately, his already big eyes widened, and he said displeasedly, "I asked you to come and let me eat the leftovers?"

Xue Yingshuang glanced at him and persuaded: "First, eat a little pad for your stomach. If you don't like it, I will contact the assistant to buy breakfast for you in a while."

Xing Yun slammed the kitchen door, the more he thought about it, the more angry he became.

After a while, Xue Ying came out with a big bowl of chicken noodle soup. Xing Yun stared at it: "So many, feed the pigs!"

Xue Yingshuang said: "If you can't eat it, leave it, I will eat it."

After Xue Yingshuang finished speaking, he went back into the kitchen, Xing Yun picked up his chopsticks in disgust, thinking that he had chicken soup last night, and he wanted to drink chicken soup again this morning. Does he have to eat leftovers? He hates leftovers the most!

However, the chicken soup left over from last night has a stronger taste today. Xue Yingshuang has skimmed off all the oil slick on the soup, so it is not oily at all, just fragrant. In addition to vermicelli noodles, the bowl of chicken soup also adds green vegetables, mushrooms and a few fish balls, which is nutritionally balanced.

Xing Yun, who just didn't want to eat a single bite, bowed his head and thought that chicken noodle soup was delicious. I like chicken noodle soup.

While eating, I heard Xue Yingshuang's voice from behind: "Rang, Rang."

Xing Yun skillfully moved to the side, and in an instant, there was another poached egg that was just fried from the pot in his bowl.

"Add an egg for you." After Xue Yingshuang finished speaking, he went back to the kitchen with the spatula.

The poached egg is fried to a soft heart, and the yolk is thick and thick. Xing Yun ate the poached egg, not knowing why he was in a very good mood.

What is this little avatar doing to me so well?

After Xing Yun finished eating the noodles, he lay on the sofa without moving.

Xue Yingshuang helped him pack his briefcase and looked at the clock again: "Boss, it's almost time for you to go out."

Xing Yun didn't want to move, and his voice was a little lazy: "Why are you so good at cooking?"

Xue Yingshuang smiled "hehe", but he abides by the contract without the slightest smile, and does not answer.

Xing Yun was paralyzed on the sofa, like a big dog with a full stomach ready to doze off. Xue Yingshuang urged him again, and he said lazily, "Don't push me, I don't want to go to work today."

Xue Yingshuang thought, if you don't make money, where will the money come to pay my salary?

Xing Yun's tie was tied while he was half asleep, and it was a little crooked. Xue Yingshuang found out and reached out to help him adjust it.

Therefore, when Xing Yun opened his eyes, what he saw was Xue Yingshuang's beautiful face very close to him. As long as he raised his head, the two could kiss.

What do you want to do!

Xing Yun pushed aside Xue Yingshuang's hand like an electric shock, twisted it, and stared at Xue Yingshuang defensively.

Xue Yingshuang didn't know what was going on with him, and said, "It's time to go to work."

Xing Yun: "Don't go."

Xue Yingshuang had no choice but to say, "What do you want for dinner? Let's make a menu later. You can eat it after work."

Xing Yun's eyes were still very defensive, but when he heard that he could eat, he finally got up slowly.

"It's like you can cook as much as you can, and list the menu..." Xing Yun said with disdain, "I want to eat the boiled beef you said last time."

"Row."

"And squirrel mandarin fish."

"no problem."

"I want the noodles from last time."

"Go to work and send me the menu at the company!"

Seeing that Xue Yingshuang promised him everything, Xing Yun was in a good mood and finally went out to work.

In his mind, the face of Xue Yingshuang who had just approached appeared, his eyes narrowed again, this little stand-in, could it be...

Recently, Xing Yun likes to watch a TV program that teaches people how to raise dogs. As long as the program time is up, he will definitely sit in front of the TV and watch it on time.

In order to cooperate with this older TV child, the place where the two of them eat is convenient to move all the way, from the dining table to the living room.

It just so happened that Xue Yingshuang also wanted to raise a dog. This kind of show that taught people how to educate and train bad dogs to obey the rules was quite helpful to him, so he watched it, and the two of them had a lot of topics because of this. .

The program on this day happened to talk about the conditions of raising a dog. The title of the program is "The relationship between the owner and the dog is based on love".

Xue Yingshuang said: If the owner loves the dog, he can get the dog's love.

Xing Yun said in his heart: If a dog loves its owner, it can get the owner's love.

During the advertising time, Xue Yingshuang asked Xing Yun, "What kind of dog do you want?"

Xing Yun didn't speak, Xue Yingshuang said again: "The breed of dog is too expensive and not suitable for me. If you want me, just raise a small dog, which is easy to support and good."

Xing Yun still didn't speak, Xue Yingshuang glanced at him curiously, and he quickly said: "I don't keep dogs."

Xue Yingshuang thought he was saying that this house is not suitable for dogs: "The community is quite suitable for dogs to walk."

Xing Yun said again: "I don't support it."

After a while, he said loudly: "What is there to keep a dog? Why should I keep a dog!"

Xing Yun gritted his teeth when he said this, Xue Yingshuang thought that since you don't raise them, why are you always watching other people's dog-raising shows? Look so serious! Every time the show is broadcast, he is as obedient as a primary school student listening to a class, staring at the TV intently.

...isn't it because you want to learn to be a good dog who obeys the rules?

Speaking of which, every time it was time to eat, Xue Yingshuang had just put the dishes on the table, and he had not had time to call Xing Yun. With the sound of putting the bowl, Xing Yun would instantly appear in front of the meal, as if he only heard a knock on a dog. Like a potted puppy.

Xue Yingshuang couldn't understand why Xing Yun's reaction was so big.

In fact, it's not just about this. Xing Yun is always uncertain. After getting along for a long time, sometimes Xue Yingshuang can guess the reason why he is unhappy, but more often Xue Yingshuang can't catch it.

In recent days, Xing Yun's company is about to launch a new season of products, and they are very busy when they encounter a large batch of goods.

Xing Yun was getting more and more irritable with the naked eye. He dropped twelve cups in a row while talking on the phone at home. Xue Yingshuang was afraid of falling again. Before he could sell the cups in his store, he smashed them all.

In order to appease Xing Yun, Xue Yingshuang started cooking early today, remade Xing Yunlie's menu a few days ago, and added some Xing Yun's favorite dishes.

It's just that Xing Yun usually gets home at 7:30 at the latest, and it's 7:30 today, and he hasn't waited for Xing Yun.

I sent a message to ask and said that would be there at eight, but it was already half past eight when Xing Yun got home.

When Xing Yun returned home, his face was gloomy, and he went straight to the dining table before he could put his briefcase away, looking extremely hungry.

Xue Yingshuang took Xing Yun's briefcase and hurriedly helped Xing Yun to add food: "I've been busy all day, are you hungry? I cooked a few more dishes today."

"I'm starving to death, and I didn't eat at noon." Xing Yun took the bowl and first took a chopstick.

It was just the entrance of the dish, Xing Yun's face was a little subtle, but Xue Yingshuang was busy with the hot soup and didn't pay attention.

Xing Yun changed another dish to eat, but the more he ate it, the worse his face became. When Xue Yingshuang came with the soup, he saw Xing Yun put down his chopsticks and stopped eating.

"What's wrong?"

"Eat it yourself, what the hell is this!"

Xue Yingshuang thought it was something sour, so he hurriedly tried it. After eating, he frowned, and tried one and changed it... Isn't this delicious? where is wrong?

Xue Yingshuang looked at Xingyun suspiciously, and saw that Xingyun's face was ashen, faintly about to have a seizure.

The two looked at each other in silence, and finally Xing Yun got up and hurried away in anger.

This was the first time Xing Yun didn't finish the meal that Xue Yingshuang cooked.

The next day, Xue Yingshuang was especially trembling when cooking, for fear that it would not meet Xingyun's wishes.

Xingyun came back earlier that day, and the meal was as usual. Xue Yingshuang cooked whatever he wanted to eat, and he ate it cleanly. It seemed like nothing happened yesterday.

Xue Yingshuang couldn't figure out what was wrong, so he could only think that Xing Yun was in a bad mood that day.

However, on the third day, Xing Yun had another attack.

Xing Yun came back late from get off work, and Xue Yingshuang also made a meal early and waited for Xing Yun to go home.

Unexpectedly, as soon as Xing Yun ate it, it exploded.

"Can't you cook a good meal?" Xing Yun patted the table, and when he closed his hand, he accidentally waved the bowl and plate.

The smashing sound was like thunder, and there was silence after the thunder fell.

Xue Yingshuang stood there in astonishment, while Xing Yun gasped for breath, his eyes were red, his fists clenched and loosened.

The two dishes, the squirrel mandarin fish and the braised pork, were Xing Yun's favorite, so they were placed closest to Xing Yun.

But now the two dishes were spilled on the ground together with the fragments of the bowls and plates, a mess and overflowing with juices.

Xue Yingshuang was silent, lowered his body without saying a word, and went to clean up the broken dishes. He picked up the large pieces first, and then gathered the small pieces and meat into one place.

Xing Yun looked at the endgame he made, and unconsciously reached out his hand and wanted to pick it up.

"I'll come." Xue Yingshuang gently stopped.

Xue Yingshuang moved quickly, and he was ready in a while.

There are still many dishes on the table, as if two dishes are never missing. It's just that both of them know that the seemingly complete table of dishes is actually missing a corner.

After Xing Yun smashed the bowls and plates, the harmonious relationship that the two had finally established because of their meal returned to the original point.

Xing Yun didn't go home for several days, and only sent Xue Yingshuang the words "I won't go home today" every day.

Facing the boss and disappearing after the attack, Xue Yingshuang didn't respond to this...

What should he do every day? He cleans himself when he goes to get off work, studies when he gets off work, and also asks Xiaoli if there is an interview opportunity in the restaurant.

Just like this, a few days passed freely, and at noon one day, Xue Yingshuang's cell phone rang.

Xue Yingshuang thought it was a debt collection, but at first glance, it was his boss who disappeared for a few days.

I haven't heard Xing Yun's voice for many days, and Xue Yingshuang almost forgot who it was when he answered the phone.

But Xing Yun's voice was still calm and indifferent. He said, "There is a document in my study. You bring it to me from the company, and by the way, bring a set of clothes."

After Xing Yun was silent for a moment, Xue Yingshuang thought he had something to explain, but he didn't say anything and hung up after a while.

On the day when the contract was signed, Xue Yingshuang went to Xingyun Company once. Xingyun's company was located in the high-rise of an office building in the city center.

There are a lot of start-up companies in that building. During working hours, young people in suits and suits come in and out.

Xue Yingshuang walked among them and unconsciously cast an envious look at them, thinking that if I could get an undergraduate degree, would I be able to be like them...

"Assistant Xue?"

The title "Assistant Xue" was too unfamiliar, and Xue Yingshuang reacted before remembering that his position in the contract was "assistant", and nodded quickly.

The person who came was the "black-clothed bodyguard" that he had seen before. Xue Yingshuang later learned that this person was not a bodyguard, but Xiao Zhao, Xing Yun's assistant.

Xiao Zhao was tall and tall, with a fierce face, and he wore a black suit and black sunglasses outside. Many people, like Xue Yingshuang, misunderstood him as a bodyguard.

Xiao Zhao has a simple personality. Although he is not the most intelligent person, he is better at being obedient, down-to-earth, and not rude. Therefore, Xing Yun asked him to deal with Xue Yingshuang.

Xiao Zhao took the documents from Xue Ying's hands and said politely, "Please put the clothes in the office, the boss is still in a meeting."

Xiao Zhao was so busy that he couldn't stop talking. After speaking, he ran away again. Xue Yingshuang could only take Xing Yun's clothes into the office by himself.

Xue Yingshuang was the only one in the office.

A while ago, Xue Yingshuang helped Xing Yun to clean up the study, only to find out that Xing Yun was selling home accessories and furniture.

Look at those styles in the catalogue

warm

, All kinds of cute household items, it is difficult for Xue Yingshuang to connect with Xing Yun's image.

Especially Xing Yun's room has almost no accessories, the whole room is empty except for the necessary furniture, like a model house.

The same is true of Xing Yun's office. The whole office is in cool colors. The desks and chairs are desks and chairs, and the sofas are sofas. There are no extra decorations, giving people a feeling of extreme indifference.

There are few things, so Xing Yun's office looks tidy at first glance.

It's just that Xing Yun has been busy these days, so he can't help but accumulate some garbage, especially in the small rest room at the back of the office, all the dirty clothes that Xing Yun has changed are piled on the chairs.

Xue Yingshuang put the dirty clothes into the bag prepared in advance. Seeing that the trash can in the rest room was almost full, he started to clean up the garbage again.

While cleaning up, he looked at the garbage, and saw a lot of plastic bags containing bread and sandwiches, guessing that Xingyun lived on bread these days.

As he was putting it away, Xue Yingshuang suddenly thought of something. He stopped what he was doing and looked up.

The trash can was placed under a low cabinet on which was placed a microwave oven.

Then look around the small rest room, a cot, a shower, and a wardrobe, other than that, there is nothing else.

Few things, but a microwave?

Xue Yingshuang looked at the microwave thoughtfully.