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Chapter 57: This dead salted fish is poisonous, right?

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Looking at the mask on the other person's face and the contempt in his eyes, Mu Qingcheng felt as if his IQ was being ruthlessly stepped on and rubbed against the ground!

Only then did Mu Qingcheng realize that her IQ would drop significantly whenever she was with this dead salted fish.

Normally, she is able to plan and win decisions in the company from afar, and she is also a big shot in the business world. How come when she is in front of this dead salted fish, it seems that her IQ is -100, her emotional stability is -100, and her irritability level is 10086?

What’s going on? Is this dead salted fish poisonous?

As long as he is here, I am poisoned and have no brains? My IQ is stuck on the highway?

As long as he is not around, the virus will be shut down, the brain pathways will be unblocked, and IQ will take the high ground again?

"So when you came up, you left Xiaoqi and the others alone down there." Mu Qingcheng asked.

"No, my friend was watching them there."

Mu Qingcheng asked suspiciously, "Is your friend reliable?"

Qin Chuyu's eyes twitched: "Ten thousand times more reliable than you."

Mu Qingcheng picked up the folder on the desk and threw it over!

Qin Chuyu dodged it and turned around to walk out of the office.

With a "click", he helped Mu Qingcheng close the door.

Mu Qingcheng stared at the door that was closed for half a second before reacting, "Fuck you, you dead salted fish! Why are you running so fast? Will you die if you talk to me a few more words?"

"I can't afford to play with it. I can't argue with it, so I just run away."

Mu Qingcheng took a look at the large incubator, and her stomach made an inopportune sound at this moment: "Gu~"

"Oh, forget it. It's my money anyway. I'll just keep it. Don't waste it!"

"Just have a bite, I'll go eat after I'm done."

"Well, just take a bite!"

Mu Qingcheng opened the insulated box while PUAing herself in her heart.

As soon as you open it, a burst of fragrance accompanied by a hint of appetizing spicy and sour aroma hits your nose.

"Hmm? Sour stuff? Colorful bell peppers soaked in soy sauce?"

Mu Qingcheng was stunned when she saw the thing that she had been drooling over before now appeared in front of her.

Although she wanted to eat it, she remembered that she had not told Xiaoqi and the others that she wanted to eat these things!

Even if the salted fish heard their conversation, it couldn't possibly know that I wanted to eat these things, right?

Could it be that he has the ability to read minds?

Or is it the same as six years ago, the roundworms in my stomach?

"Huh? Why are they stir-fried crab with ginger and scallion and boiled shrimp? Didn't he make braised prawns tonight?"

Looking at the dishes placed in the six grids, Mu Qingcheng was stunned.

The cpu was burnt out.

Looking at the food that was still steaming, she poked the two dishes with her fingers. They were still hot, as if they had just come out of the pot.

The same goes for the boiled shrimps, which are already peeled and placed in a circle with a small dish of soy sauce in the middle and some chili peppers.

There was also a thermos cup outside the thermos box. Mu Qingcheng opened it and saw that it contained the pork tripe and chicken soup he had stewed today.

“Is this… what’s left?”

"You must be kidding me!"

"This blanched cabbage heart is still green and steaming. How can it look like a dish that has been left out for more than an hour?"

"And he said this sour food was bought outside? Screw him! Can't I taste his cooking? Who can make it as bad as he does! And he's putting the blame on others!"

"You idiot, you just lie to me all day long!"

"When I'm done, I'll give you a headache!"

Although she said this, Mu Qingcheng's eyes were slightly moved, and a complex emotion rose from her eyes.

She temporarily put down the work at hand. She never ate in the office, but for the first time she broke the rule she set for herself.

She pushed aside the folders, important documents and everything else, as if this meal was more important than anything else.

While he was complaining about the dead salted fish in his heart, he kept eating the food in the thermos box.

Mu Qingcheng rarely has an appetite to eat when she is working. Every time, whether she is in the company, on a business trip, or at a social event, she has no appetite and just eats a little bit.

It seemed that in her heart, eating was a task that had to be completed every day, a process to prevent herself from starving to death and to give herself the strength to continue working.

But her appetite suddenly became very good during this meal.

She ate up all the simple three dishes, one soup, and the appetizers of sour peppers and sour food.

She also ate up all the soup and meat in the thermos.

She never treats meals cooked by ordinary people with the same standards as hotel food, because the costs of the two are different.

You can't possibly pay someone just a dozen bucks and expect them to make you a dish that's as good as a state banquet, right?

That's impossible and unfair.

But this time, she really felt that the meals were not much worse than the ones she had eaten in those high-end restaurants.

The soup in particular suits her taste very well, not too salty or too bland, just right.

After finishing the meal, Mu Qingcheng immediately took out her phone and sent a message to Qin Chuyu: "I'm done eating, what should I do with those things?"

"Take it back when you have time, and throw it away if you don't." Qin Chuyu replied quickly, almost instantly.

Mu Qingcheng: "Aren't you coming to take it back?"

Qin Chuyu: "I'm taking Xiaoqi and the others out for fun. I don't know when I'll be back, and I may not pass by your place. You can decide for yourself."

Qin Chuyu: "It's not that many times. It may just be this time. It doesn't matter."

Looking at the message behind Qin Chuyu, Mu Qingcheng's face twitched.

What do you mean not many times?

What does it mean?

This damn salty fish is planning to never bring her lunch again, right?

snort!

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On the Zhu River, on a cruise ship, on the third deck, Xiaoqi and Xiaoming were chasing and playing with each other, and their pleasant laughter continued to ring out.

Qin Chuyu stood by the railing of the deck, looking at the scenery on both sides and the beautiful river view in a daze.

Enjoying the gentle breeze coming from the river, his tense heart and body gradually relaxed.

"father!"

Qin Chu looked down and saw that Xiao Ming had come to his side without him knowing when, with beads of sweat on his forehead.

Qin Chuyu squatted down, took out a tissue from his pocket, took out a piece, took off her bear mask, carefully wiped the sweat off her little face, and asked softly, "What's wrong?"

"Where is Uncle Haoran? I saw him when I just got on the boat, but why can't I find him now?" Xiao Ming asked with a puzzled look on his face.

Qin Chuyu's face flashed with a strange look, he smiled and said: "Your uncle Haoran left first because of something, he said he will come to play with you later."

"Oh, okay then, Dad, I'll continue playing."

"Yeah, change the mask first. This one is wet. By the way, drag your sister over here so I can change one for her as well."

"it is good."

Although it is more or less inconvenient to play with masks on, the two sensible sisters never said anything.

Anyway, they wear it if their father tells them to, and don't take it off if their father doesn't tell them to.

After asking the reason once, Xiaoqi and Xiaoming will not ask again.

Just as Qin Chuyu was helping Xiao Qi wipe his sweat and change his mask, a somewhat surprised voice suddenly sounded:

"You are...the salted fish?"