Leng Jianan turned his back to her and said calmly: "Should you call and ask for leave yourself, or should I call Lin Shaofeng and tell him that you are here?"
Ke'er glared angrily. He had no other ability besides threatening people. But these threats had to be obeyed.
Ke'er reluctantly took out her mobile phone from her bag and called Zeng Jin: "Jinjin, have you arrived at the company?"
"I just got off the bus, Ke'er, are you still there?" Ke'er didn't go home all night, and her phone was turned off. Zeng Jin could guess with his toes that she was under house arrest by Leng Jianan.
Ke'er didn't answer, only said: "I may arrive at the company a little later. If... Mr. Lin asks, just say that I am not sober yet, but I will go to work soon."
"Are you okay?" Zeng Jin asked worriedly
Hey, hey, hey, Leng Jianan spread the eggs in the pan, and immediately the smell of burning came out.
"I'm fine." Ke'er quickly hung up the phone.
Leng Jianan cooks in person, which is an eternal wonder. Ke'er couldn't help but walk towards the kitchen.
He scooped up a fried egg and put it on a plate, and then cracked another egg into the pan. Ke'er opened his eyes wide and looked at the perfect fried egg, with the yolk intact like a work of art.
It's like a clear jelly lying on the snow. The edge of the egg white is slightly yellow, which is just right.
Leng Jianan shoveled the eggs on another plate and said, "If you want to eat it, just start serving it."
Ke'er shook his head: "I don't dare." She was afraid that with her rough hands and feet, if she tilted her head slightly, the beautiful egg yolk would suddenly break.
Leng Jianan glared at her and said, "Can you take the milk out of the microwave without breaking the cup?"
"Yes." Ke'er nodded blankly.
Leng Jianan walked out of the kitchen with two plates in his hands, as if he had done something great.
Ke'er made faces at his back, he must think that she admires him at the moment
A very simple breakfast of an omelette, a glass of milk, and a sandwich, but it was all made by Leng Jianan himself. His golden fingers were not stained with onion water. Ke'er stared at the omelette on the plate in front of him, not daring to move his mouth.
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"If you stare at it, it will automatically go into your stomach?" Leng Jianan said
Ke'er looked at the fried eggs, then looked up at Leng Jianan, and asked tentatively: "Are you sure you are Leng Jianan?"