Perhaps it’s because I’m too tired from running around recently, or maybe it’s because the wind and cold are too severe.
The next morning, when Fang Zhuo hummed a song, washed up, and called Yu Hong to go to the law firm, there was only a vague response mixed with coughing in the room.
咚咚咚.
Fang Zhuo knocked on the door and said worriedly: "Xiao Yu, you have a serious cold? Is your head hot? Is it convenient to come out? I will take you to the hospital. What can't we do? It's convenient to see a doctor."
Yu Hong in the room was so angry that after a while she struggled to get up from the bed and put on her clothes.
“Xiao Fang, do you have any humanity?”
Fang Zhuo looked at Yu Hong carefully, and instead of teasing her this time, he said seriously: "You don't look good. Let's go, I'll take you to the hospital."
He took two steps, reached out to touch Yu Hong's forehead, and then used his back hand to test the temperature of his own forehead. He felt that hers was slightly warmer.
“Come on, at least you have a low-grade fever. Did you go to Luzhou yesterday and the wind blew?”
Yu Hong drank a cup of hot water and refused: "Go ahead and go ahead. It's not like I have no legs. I can just go to the door clinic to take a look later."
“Really? Can you do it?” Fang Zhuo confirmed.
Yu Hong replied tenaciously: “The marketing director cannot say no!”
“Okay, don’t forget to go.”
Fang Zhuo took the bag and simply turned around and went out to the law firm.
In just two seconds, the sound of footsteps gradually faded away.
Yu Hong still had a stubborn look on her face, and it was hard to believe that Fang Zhuo had left like this.
One minute, two minutes.
The other party did not open the door and come in.
Well, people who are bosses are so ruthless.
Yu Hong laughed at herself as she took out her cold medicine and drank it according to the dosage. She sat there by herself for a while, wanting to turn on her computer and look at the website but felt inexplicably not in the mood.
After dozens of minutes of this, Yu Hong returned to the room feeling dizzy, and lay down on the bed, falling asleep again.
She heard the knock on the door again in a daze. When Yu Hong opened her eyes, she felt that her head and throat hurt.
“Xiao Yu? Is Xiao Yu here?” Fang Zhuo’s voice came from outside the door.
Yu Hong said feebly: "Here, what time is it?"
“It’s noon, is it convenient for me to come in?” Fang Zhuo asked.
“Come in.” Yu Hong’s clothes were still the same as those she had put on when she got up in the morning.
The door was pushed open, and the light outside was a bit dazzling.
Yu Hong watched Fang Zhuo approaching in confusion, and watched as he put his hand on her forehead.
“Well, it doesn’t seem to be that hot anymore. Have you gone to the hospital?” Fang Zhuo took back his hand and asked with concern.
Yu Hong chose to tell a little lie: "I went to the clinic."
“Did you get the medicine again? Injection or water drip?” Fang Zhuo continued to ask.
"Medicine." Yu Hong replied succinctly, and then changed the subject, "Why are you back? Have you finished handling the matters at the law firm?"
Fang Zhuo said lightly: "Aren't you worried about something happening to the marketing director? The law firm needs to review the contract terms. We also need Sequoia's standard contract, so it's not a big problem."
Yu Hong remembered that her boss had said before that Shenxin Technology Innovation would have some new terms, but she didn't say anything at the moment. She just shrank and pulled the quilt, feeling a little chilly.
“Are you coming back from dinner when you go to bed now?” Fang Zhuo asked again.
Yu Hong replied in a low voice: "I haven't eaten."
Fang Zhuo said with surprise and pride: "I ate it."
Yu Hong wished she could get up again and kick him out, but the state of her body made her just glare at him.
Even if he stares, he is weak and has no strength.
Fang Zhuo smiled at Director Xiao Yu: "What do you want to eat? I'll buy it for you outside. You all know the restaurants outside our community. Come on, I'll run errands for Director Yu."
"No appetite." Yu Hong felt the dryness on her lips and shook her head, "I'll get up and buy it myself later."
“Don’t do everything by yourself. Why don’t you buy it yourself at this time?” Fang Zhuo walked to the door and suggested, “How about I cook you some porridge?”
Yu Hong refused: "I don't want to drink porridge, I will buy it myself later."
Fang Zhuo shrugged: "Okay, then I'll sit in the living room for a while. If you can do it this afternoon, I have to go to the law firm."
Yu Hong saw her boss was about to leave the room and suddenly muttered: "I want to eat the gnocchi made by my dad."
The voice is a little weak.
Fang Zhuo didn’t hear clearly, stopped, turned around and asked, “What do you want to eat?”
"There is nothing sold nearby. I like to eat the noodles my dad made for me when I was a kid." Yu Hong's strong will was eroded by her physical condition and she sighed, "Later, he went to work out of town and didn't eat noodles for a long time.
It’s lumpy.”
During the Spring Festival, she went to Shanghai to accompany her mother and younger brother, and was busy with work. In addition, due to the special nature of her father's position, Yu Hong only met him once in a hurry and didn't say much.
At this time, she was ill and unable to work. She suddenly recalled the warm noodles from long ago.
“Oh? What a coincidence, I can.” Fang Zhuo didn’t express much emotion. He heard the problem and solved it.
He raised an index finger: "Gnocchi, right? I'll make them. I'll ask you to get up and eat later. This can be made very quickly."
Eh, uh, this...
Yu Hong’s fragile mood suddenly disappeared.
Soon, there was movement in the kitchen, kitchen knives and chopping boards were fighting, pots, bowls and shovels were playing.
Yu Hong felt like she was in a daze when Fang Zhuo walked in with a bowl of noodles.
“Dang-dang-dang-dang, come on, come on, let Director Yu taste the dough on my hands to see if it tastes like childhood.” Fang Zhuo pulled a stool to the bedside, put the bowl on it, and said with a smile.
Yu Hong has not eaten for two meals, so she will feel hungry immediately after smelling the smell.
She half sat up, took a mouthful with a spoon, and said in shock: "It's very delicious, you, how can you make it?"
"Because it's not difficult." Fang Zhuo smiled matter-of-factly. "Mix three spoons of water with two spoons of flour to make a paste. This is the golden ratio. Cut some shredded pork, and then use diced tomatoes to make soup. Finally, add
Use a slotted spoon to pour the batter into the soup little by little."
“I saw there were mushrooms in the kitchen, so I put them in with the vegetables.”
Yu Hong drank the noodles and listened to this talk. She felt that life was so wonderful. She never thought that Fang Zhuo could do this.
The Internet boss and the noodle chef are a perfect blend.
She drank less than half of the bowl before she said, "You didn't say chili, did you add some chili powder?"
“Oh, yes, it’s for seasoning. I thought people with colds would have no taste in their mouths, so it would taste more delicious. How about it? Does it taste like childhood?” Fang Zhuo asked with a smile.
Yu Hong lowered her head and stirred the gnocchi with a spoon. This method seemed to be different from what her father made for her when she was a child.
It’s not like childhood, but it’s more like now.
Both are equally good.
“Well, your craftsmanship is better than my dad’s.”
Yu Hong finished drinking a bowl, but she still felt unfulfilled, and her whole body seemed to be full of strength.
“Another bowl?” Fang Zhuo kept sitting next to him and observing his words, “I’ll serve it to you.”
"No, I'll do it myself." Yu Hong got out of bed. The warmth in her stomach made her in no mood to talk about her childhood. "I'll go to the law firm with you in the afternoon."
Fang Zhuo refused and said, "It's okay, I can be alone. Since you've seen a doctor, you can rest at home."
"I lied to you. I just came back from the law firm to check it out, so as not to affect my future work." Yu Hong calmly stated the reason, holding the bowl and chopsticks in her left hand, and waved her right hand vigorously, "That's all."
Fang Zhuo was startled, what’s so good about this thing?
It seems that although Director Xiao Yu has a very sassy personality, he is still a bit inexplicable to women.
