Zhang Yu was shocked by Zhao Wenzhuo's appearance. He had never seen his uncle showing such obvious fatigue.
But when he turned to look at Director Wu at another table, he found that the dark circles on Director Wu's face were even worse than those on Zhao Wenzhuo's.
I don’t know how much trouble they have encountered recently to end up like this.
Zhang Yu felt very distressed when he saw it, and hurriedly gave his uncle the rice he had brought and put it on the table.
Zhang Wenzhuo looked at the meal brought by Zhang Yu, then looked at Director Wu next to him, and said: "Stop busying now, Xiaoyu has brought the meal, you can come and have a few bites."
Director Wu waved his hand and said, "You go and eat first. It will be delivered to me shortly."
Zhao Wenzhuo: "The children have been sent here, and there are quite a lot of them. I can't finish them all by myself. You can just keep eating. Why are you so polite to me? Hurry, hurry up! It will get cold in a while. Let's finish eating.
Get on with your work quickly."
Director Wu looked at the work in his hands and shook his head: "I'll eat after finishing this."
Zhao Wenzhuo looked at the watch on his wrist and sighed: "Don't work anymore. It's already 12 o'clock. It seems that the work will be endless today. I estimate that I will probably have to work overtime tonight. Come here quickly."
Come on, take advantage of the fact that no one is here to report at this moment, hurry up and get ready, get ready soon, it will get really busy, and you won’t even have time to eat.”
As soon as these words came out, Director Wu did not delay, but directly pulled up his chair and stood opposite Zhao Wenzhuo.
Opening the lunch box and looking at the lotus root and pork ribs soup inside, Director Wu said with some envy: "Your nephew still loves you, you see, this pork ribs soup has been arranged."
Zhao Wenzhuo looked proud: "That's not true. This kid Xiaoyu is filial and sensible..."
There were so many comments from Zhao Wenzhuo that Ma Yipeng and Zhang Yu felt a little embarrassed. He felt that he was not that good.
In order to prevent his uncle from talking any more, Zhang Yu quickly interrupted: "Uncle, I didn't dare to add much salt when making the soup. You can taste the soup to see if it's salty. If it's not salty, I have some salt here."
With that said, Zhang Yu took out an oil paper bag and stuffed some seasoning mixed with salt, chili, and pepper into it.
Sure enough, after saying this, Zhao Wenzhuo's attention finally turned to other places.
Looking at the large lunch box full of lotus root and pork rib soup, he reached out and took out a lunch box from the drawer, divided the pork rib soup into two parts, and handed one portion to Director Wu.
Director Wu: "You don't have to give me so much, just a little is enough."
Zhao Wenzhuo glanced at him and said angrily: "You're done today, right? You're pretending to be polite and you're addicted to it. When I ate braised pork a few days ago, I didn't see you being polite to me. Good guy, I'm so polite
There are only five pieces of braised pork in a portion of rice. You took away three pieces for me with one chopstick, and you still think I didn’t buy enough."
As soon as these words came out, Director Wu immediately became arrogant, and without losing any of his previous politeness, he said unceremoniously: "Aren't I looking at my junior here to give you face?"
Zhao Wenzhuo glanced at him sideways, the meaning in his eyes was self-evident, and he made a gesture in his hand that if you don't want to eat it, give it back to me.
Director Wu quickly stretched out his hand to protect his former lunch box, and shouted: "Hey! Hey! Hey! How can you be like you? You want to get your things back after you give them away."
After saying that, he took a big mouthful in front of Zhao Wenzhuo, and then looked at the two people present with a look of enjoyment: "Hey! This soup is really good."
Looking at the scene in front of him, Zhang Yu was a little dumbfounded. Is this the friendship between men?
In his impression, Director Wu has always been very serious, and it turns out he still looks like this.
Zhao Wenzhuo turned his head away with a look of disgust. He really didn't want to admit that the other party was his old friend in front of his nephew.
However, looking at Director Wu's expression of enjoyment, Zhao Wenzhuo also became a little greedy and took a few sips.
I have to say that the old boy opposite is really knowledgeable. The soup tastes really good, but he has a strong taste, which makes the soup a bit salty.
Zhao Wenzhuo opened the oil paper bag Zhang Yu handed him, and choked on the powder that came out of it.
"A sneeze! A sneeze! A sneeze! Xiaoyu, what else did you put in this besides salt? Why is it so choking?" Zhao Wenzhuo rubbed the tears that came from sneezing and asked in confusion.
Zhang Yu explained with some embarrassment: "Oh! I forgot to tell you just now, isn't it cold in winter? I was thinking about how to warm myself up, so I put some chili powder and pepper noodles into the salt.
Son."
When he heard that there were chili powder and pepper noodles in it, Director Wu's eyes suddenly lit up. He looked at the small oil paper bag in Zhao Wenzhuo's hand as if he was seeing a treasure: "Old Zhao, I remember you don't like to eat it.
Chili pepper, right? Give it to me, it would be a shame to waste it."
What he said, if it weren't for his eager hands that were always ready to reach out to snatch the paper bag, Zhao Wenzhuo would have thought that he was doing it for his own good.
In order to prevent being snatched away, Zhao Wenzhuo grabbed the paper bag tightly and threw it into the lunch box while retorting: "Who said I don't eat spicy food? I love spicy food the most. It's winter, so I'll have a bowl."
The pork ribs soup with chili noodles and pepper will warm your whole body.”
Seeing him unceremoniously pouring the contents of the oil paper bag into the soup, Director Wu felt heartbroken and shouted unconsciously: "Sprinkle less, sprinkle less, it will be salty later."
I can’t drink anymore.”
"I'm happy to drink something salty."
Zhang Yu couldn't help but hold his forehead. He really couldn't understand that two middle-aged men in their forties would quarrel over this bag.
Zhang Yu's movement of holding his forehead woke up the two middle-aged men, and then they realized that they were not the only ones in the office.
Looking at the junior next to him, Zhao Wenzhuo felt a little embarrassed at first. He was still as young as a child, but the key was that he made a fuss in front of the child, which was embarrassing.
He threw the oil-paper bag to Director Wu: "Here, here, here, I'll give it all to you."
Compared to Zhao Wenzhuo, Director Wu is actually more open-minded. He is not an outsider anyway, and he has already lost face, so he might as well stop pretending.
Director Wu took the oiled paper bag and looked at the chili noodles accidentally spilled on the table. He felt a little distressed: "Hey! Hey! Can't you hand it to me more slowly? Look, it's all scattered on the table.
What a pity!"
Director Wu's look of pity made Zhao Wenzhuo feel a little embarrassed. Looking at his nephew who was still shocked, he explained: "Uncle Wu, you can lack everything in your life, but you can't lack pepper..."
At this point, Zhao Wenzhuo paused slightly. Outsiders didn't know, but people close to them knew what was going on.
