Jiang Moyao stayed in Yutingwan all day and didn't go anywhere. At four o'clock in the afternoon, she started busy in the kitchen. She didn't cook much, but tonight, she wanted to make a dinner for Xiao Zichen, hoping to relieve the recent pain.
A tense atmosphere with each other.
As soon as Xiao Zichen entered the door, he was choked by the strong smell of cooking fumes in the kitchen and coughed repeatedly.
Cough cough cough...
The room was filled with smoke and smelled of oil smoke. Seeing this, Xiao Zichen rushed into the kitchen without changing his shoes.
Jiang Moyao was seen hurriedly busy in front of the stove, perhaps too focused on cooking, that she didn't notice Xiao Zichen standing behind her.
"What are you doing? Why are you choking so much and the range hood won't turn on?"
"ah……"
Xiao Zichen suddenly spoke from behind. Jiang Moyao was startled, and her hand hit the edge of the pot, which immediately caused a red mark.
When Xiao Zichen saw this, he immediately went over to turn off the fire, then took Jiang Moyao to the pool and poured cold water on her scalded area.
"Are you making dinner?"
Xiao Zichen saw that there were two completed dishes on the table nearby, but the appearance was not very good, and he could barely tell what the dishes were.
At this time, Jiang Moyao looked aggrieved, and the burnt area was really painful. When he heard Xiao Zichen's gentle voice, he felt a little excited, and tears welled up in his eyes.
"Why are you still crying?"
When Xiao Zichen saw Jiang Moyao's expression, he frowned slightly and said, taking a tissue to wipe Jiang Moyao's tears.
"I just feel like I haven't seen you for a long time. I have been busy for more than three hours today, but my cooking skills are really bad. I have failed several times. This is the best I have ever done."
"Zi Chen, I really figured it out. From now on, I can stay at home with peace of mind. When you go to work, I will sign up for a chef training class outside. I will let you eat what I cook every day when you go home.
vegetable."
"Zi Chen, I really won't quarrel with you anymore. I won't doubt you anymore. I will be a wife that satisfies you."
Jiang Moyao was like a discarded little animal returning to its owner again, lowering its posture, submitting to compromises, and trying to please Xiao Zichen, just hoping to satisfy Xiao Zichen.
Xiao Zichen looked at the somewhat messy kitchen, the trash cans almost full of vegetables, and the wounds on Jiang Moyao's slender and tender fingers, and his heart finally softened.
Maybe he did something wrong in the past few days. It was because he didn't make Jiang Moyao feel safe. It was because he cared too much about the joint cooperation project and didn't consider Jiang Moyao's feelings.
Just now, Xiao Zichen actually thought of Mo Yurou, and he suddenly felt a little guilty.
Xiao Zichen gently hugged Jiang Moyao, his tone was gentler than ever before, and his eyes were full of love and care for Jiang Moyao.
"Momo, let's not talk about this anymore. Let it pass. We will be together in the future and we won't make you uneasy anymore. Come on, let's take care of the wound first."
With that said, Xiao Zichen hugged Jiang Moyao and walked out of the kitchen.
"Wait a minute, there are still vegetables in the pot."
Jiang Moyao did not forget the food in the pot. She had worked hard for three hours to finish it, so she couldn't let it go to waste.
"It's okay, you can eat it later."
After applying scald medicine to Jiang Moyao, Xiao Zichen went to take a shower and change clothes. Jiang Moyao also took out the vegetables from the pot.
Pork ribs and bamboo shoots soup, shrimps and fungus, stir-fried broccoli, cold shredded chicken and cucumber.
Xiao Zichen looked at the four dishes in front of him, his hand holding the chopsticks hesitant. Except for the broccoli, which was a little burnt, the others looked okay.
Jiang Moyao stared at Xiao Zichen expectantly, and when she saw him hesitating with chopsticks, she felt a little disappointed.
Xiao Zichen thought for a while, then picked up a shrimp and took a bite. He frowned slightly and did not pick out the shrimp line. But seeing the expectant expression on Jiang Moyao's face, he could only swallow it.
"Zi Chen, try the pork rib soup, I cooked it for three hours."
Seeing that Xiao Zichen finally moved his chopsticks, Jiang Moyao breathed a sigh of relief, then took a spoon to scoop out a bowl of soup for Xiao Zichen and placed it in front of Xiao Zichen.
Xiao Zichen took a sip. This time, he didn't hold it back and spit it out.
"Momo, how much salt did you put in?"
This soup is also too salty and has a meaty smell. It is probably because there are no ingredients such as cooking wine and ginger to remove the fishy smell.
Jiang Moyao heard this, took a spoonful, tasted it, and spat it out.
"I tasted it when I cooked it. It wasn't salty. Why is it so salty now?"
"Did you put the salt in at the beginning and then taste it?"
Although Xiao Zichen has never cooked before, he still has some theoretical knowledge about cooking. When he said this, Jiang Moyao nodded.
"You have to add salt and taste it later. And you said that after stewing for three hours, the water has evaporated. Can it not be salty?"
With that said, Xiao Zichen looked at the other two dishes. The broccoli was so dark that he didn't want to try it at all. As for the shredded chicken mixed with cucumber, it was almost soaked in vinegar. Xiao Zichen finally put down his chopsticks.
"Zi Chen, are you very disappointed?"
Seeing Xiao Zichen put down his chopsticks, Jiang Moyao, who was originally in high spirits, suddenly looked lost and melancholy.
"Momo, don't think too much. You haven't learned anything. It's your first time to do it like this. It's already very good. When you go to a special training class to learn in the future, you will definitely do well. I'll order some takeout later.
.”
With that said, Xiao Zichen stood up and left the restaurant.
In Huating Garden, Mo Yurou took a shower and changed into a set of home clothes. After walking out of the room, she went to the coffee table and took her mobile phone to prepare to go to the restaurant to finish her meal.
Fu Yusheng saw it, hesitated for a moment, and then spoke.
"Yu Rou, Zi Chen called you just now. I saw you taking a shower, so I answered the call. He didn't say anything and hung up after that."
After Mo Yurou heard this, she didn't care and walked to the restaurant with her cell phone.
Fu Yusheng followed behind and saw that Mo Yurou had no intention of calling Xiao Zichen back, so he gave a special reminder.
"Why don't you call him back? Maybe he'll come to you if he has something urgent to do."
"Let's eat first. If there's anything important, he will call you."
After saying that, Mo Yurou put her phone aside and sat down.
After dinner, Fu Yusheng left. Mo Yurou looked at her phone, thought about it, but still didn't call Xiao Zichen back, and then went to the study.
At about nine o'clock in the evening, Xiao Zichen finished his work in the study, picked up his mobile phone, opened WeChat, and searched around. He still didn't see the message that Mo Yurou had added a friend, and his face became more and more gloomy.
Xiao Zichen sat there with his cell phone for more than ten minutes, hesitating several times whether to call Mo Yurou, but finally gave up. At about half past nine, Xiao Zichen got up and prepared to go back to the room.
At this time, the cell phone rang. Xiao Zichen saw that it was Mo Yurou's call. He quickly answered it, but his tone was a little distant and casual.
"Hey, what's the matter?"
A neither salty nor bland opening, casual.
Mo Yurou here was not planning to call Xiao Zichen, but just as Fansite headquarters sent a document that needed Xiao Zichen's confirmation, Mo Yurou had been waiting in front of the computer for more than an hour, but she still hadn't received a call from Xiao Zichen.
In order to get a reply, I had no choice but to call and urge him.
"Mr. Xiao, have you received the email?"
"Email? What email?"
At this time, Xiao Zichen sat back on the chair. The computer screen in front of him was on, his mailbox was open, and the top unread email was sent to him by Mo Yurou.
In fact, Xiao Zichen saw this email early in the morning, but he didn't click it. He just wanted to see if Mo Yurou would call him. Facts have proved that he won the bet.
Hearing Xiao Zichen's words, there was a hint of dissatisfaction in Mo Yurou's tone. Because this was the first time this happened, she didn't believe that Xiao Zichen didn't see the email, but she couldn't prove that Xiao Zichen had read it, so she could only suppress her anger and said
.
"Then please Mr. Xiao, please read it as soon as possible. If there is no problem, Fansite will implement it according to the document."
"Well, I'll take a look right away."
Xiao Zichen replied lightly.
When Mo Yurou saw that the matter was resolved, she was ready to hang up the phone.
"Then I won't disturb Mr. Xiao. Goodbye."
After saying that, Mo Yurou was about to hang up the phone.
Xiao Zichen heard this and immediately stopped him.
"Wait a minute, Mo Yurou, why didn't I add you as a WeChat friend?"
"Mr. Xiao, all my friends on WeChat are very close friends. I won't add irrelevant people."
Mo Yurou is also a ruthless person. She speaks so directly, clearly telling Xiao Zichen that there is no need for them to add WeChat friends.
Xiao Zichen was so choked that he didn't know what to say. He was stunned for a moment and said.
"Mo Yurou, don't forget, we are in a cooperative relationship now. Adding WeChat is just to facilitate work communication. Do you want to be so fussy about it?"
"Mr. Xiao, we should communicate through emails or phone calls for work matters. I think this is more formal. If there is nothing else, I will hang up first. Mr. Xiao, please check the email as soon as possible. I will wait for you at the headquarters.
Company’s response.”
After saying that, Mo Yurou hung up the phone.
Xiao Zichen didn't expect that Mo Yurou would be so decisive. Isn't it just a WeChat account? She actually said such a lot of words. The more he thought about it, the angrier Xiao Zichen became.
Here, Mo Yurou had been sitting in front of the computer staring at the email. About ten minutes later, Xiao Zichen finally replied to the email. Mo Yurou read it, sent it to the headquarters, and then went back to her room to sleep.
The next day, Sino-Ocean Group, Xiao Zichen arrived at the company early, and called Liu Mingyu into the office as soon as he arrived.
"President, do you have anything to do with me?"
"Um, have you added Mo Yurou's WeChat account?"
Xiao Zichen spoke in a serious manner, showing no emotion at all.
Although Liu Mingyu didn't know the meaning of Xiao Zichen's question, he still nodded and answered.
"add."
When Xiao Zichen heard this, his face changed slightly, but he still maintained a calm and calm expression, and then said in a serious tone.
"You can create a group with Mo Yurou, Lan Xin, and the rest of us. We can communicate in a timely manner about work matters in the group."