Talking about love and delivering food (gl) + special episode

Book Title: Talking about Love and Delivering Food (gl)

Author: Shiba Ome

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Sang Yu, a night owl writer who was awakened by the aroma of the food next door every day, couldn't take it anymore, and finally posted a Weibo:

——How to go to the neighbors for a meal with restraint and elegance?

Fan reply:

——Bring food to her.

So, on the first day, Sang Yu knocked on the door next door with two pig's trotters.

——Hi, I bought too many pig's trotters yesterday, shall I give you two?

--thanks.

Then, no then.

The next day, the unbelieving Sang Yu knocked on the door next door with a newly bought black chicken.

——Hi, I bought too many chickens yesterday, shall I give you one?

--thanks.

Then, continue without then.

Sangyu, who had delivered vegetables for half a month but could only smell the fragrance of vegetables, was completely convinced.

——Well, didn't the kindergarten teacher teach you the principle of reciprocity?

——No, the teacher only taught me that when children like someone, they like to share their delicious food with others.So, little sister, do you like me?

The sloppy celebrity writer with mysterious attributes vs the decathlon high-cold photographer fan girl

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Chapter 1

In May, the weather in Hecheng can be regarded as hot, and the sun at 11:30 is bright enough to blind people's eyes.

After listening to the stuttering words of the sweaty little assistant, Zhao Feifei, who was about to go to lunch, rolled up the sleeves of the shirt that had just been put down just now, sat down in front of the desk again, turned on the computer, and the slender Fingers tapped quickly on the keyboard.

Soon, what was displayed on the screen was the forum of the Bala literature website.

Without hesitation, Zhao Feifei dragged the mouse and clicked into the top hot post:

Title: Did that big S borrow a joke today?

Landlord: Not S fan

Content: Please, the brains and cuties of everyone in S University, please take a look, has your family published an article today?Who is the stalk of this article coming from?

Since the news that Sang Sang, the great author of Bala literature, came to make excuses two months ago, there are not [-] such posts on the forum, but there are also [-].To be honest, compared with the previous unsightly posts, the level of cynicism and sarcasm like today is really not enough.

Zhao Feifei continued to drag the mouse, her eyes quickly scanned the comments above, and she didn't stop until the comments were pulled to the 118th floor, looking at the four words "Sangsang is coming" next to the cute cat head on the screen , Zhao Feifei frowned, and when she saw this person's comment clearly, her face turned completely dark.

——Daddy, I'm in a bad mood today, so I opened your sister's new article.By the way, for this article, I will borrow your mother's stalk.

As for the seemingly endless comments below, Zhao Feifei knew what was written without even reading it.

After a long silence in the office, the little assistant quietly glanced at Zhao Feifei, only to see that she was silent, her pair of red phoenix eyes under the gold-rimmed glasses were slightly squinted, staring coldly at the computer screen, her eyes were near freezing point, although she knew that the other party was not He wasn't looking at himself, but the little assistant was still too frightened to stand still and dare not move.

Anyone who is familiar with Zhao Feifei knows that the more emotional she is, the colder her eyes become.

After a while, Zhao Feifei finally moved his eyes away from the screen, looked at the anxious little assistant expressionlessly, and then looked down at the watch on his wrist, still with a hint of luck, "Have you checked this IP?" Are you sure it's that ancestor, and someone else is deliberately blackmailing her?"

The little assistant was trembling at the sight of her, but she still nodded and stammered: "I checked, checked it, I, I checked it when I saw this comment, it is indeed, it is Sister Sang."

"Damn." After the little assistant's words fell, Zhao Feifei's sophisticated, intellectual and elegant workplace elite image instantly collapsed. The shrew in the vegetable market, "This crazy person, she usually sleeps like a dead pig at this point, but today she woke up so early? She has endured the tens of thousands of black posts before, and she is so cynicic and sarcastic today. Just tore it up for me..."

The more Zhao Feifei scolded, the fire in his heart became more and more intense, and he completely lost the mood to eat. He waved his hand at the little assistant who was so frightened by her that his eyes were watering, and waved him away. He unscrewed the water glass and drank it After a full glass of water, he took out his mobile phone and made a call.

The phone rang for a long time before Sang Yu answered lazily, "Wow, Sister Fei, you..."

"Stop doing this with me, are you just raising goldfish again, huh? I have worked so hard, and you ruined it all for me with a single sentence? If I had known, you would have given me today." It’s such a moth, why did I pretend to be a grandson at Su’s place for the first two months..."

Before the person on the other side finished speaking, Zhao Feifei scolded his head and face.

God knows how crazy she is. In order to wash away the black material for this ancestor, how many bad things she has patiently listened to in the past two months, who knows that this ancestor...

Zhao Feifei is the author Sang Sang Laixi, the editor of Sang Yu, and also one of the directors of the Bara Literature website, in charge of the original works on the website.She has been here as an editor since the very beginning of the establishment of Bala Literature Network. Sang Yu is not the first author she signed, but the last author she signed. She is also the most talented and famous author among all the authors she signed. The biggest one, but also the one that made her worry the least.

When Sang Yu came to Bala Literature Network to write for the first time, she was still a minor, a little transparent writer who had no experience in long-form writing, but when Zhao Feifei saw her works for the first time, she was impressed by her words. So amazed, he signed her without hesitation and took her soaring into the sky.

Eight years have passed, and the relationship between the two is not so much an author and an editor, but a relationship between a teacher and a friend. Now the editors on this website, except for her, really no one can control this ancestor.

This is also the reason why Zhao Feifei still has the title of editor Sang Yu even though he is not an editor anymore.

Zhao Feifei is usually serious, but he has a lot of prestige in front of Sang Yu.

Right now, Sang Yu was being scolded so badly by her that she definitely wouldn't dare to reply back. She curled her lips and put her mobile phone on speakerphone on the counter in the kitchen, but she herself moved a low chair , put it under the kitchen window, stepped on it and lay down on the second open window, leaned out half of the body, and continued to hunch its nose towards the opposite side.

Mommy, it’s really delicious. Today’s fried beef must be cumin beef, and stewed chicken with mushrooms...

"...Sang Yu, where did you die again?" Zhao Feifei scolded for a long time, her mouth was dry, but the other party didn't even groan. Thinking of her ancestor's urination in the past, she was so angry that she became dizzy.

"No, I didn't go anywhere, I listened to your lecture."

Zhao Feifei's lungs hurt from the other party's indifferent tone, knowing that she just scolded for nothing, but this is not the first time she knows about her ancestor's temperament, she rubbed the sun xué, leaned on the office chair and He sat down, breathed a sigh of relief, and then said nicely: "With your biological clock as a night owl, isn't it that you can't wake up before one o'clock in the afternoon every day? Why did you wake up so early today? Is there someone wrong? Did the long-eyed call you on purpose to lure you to go to the forum to pinch people?"

It's not Zhao Feifei who has a lot of people and conspiracy theories, but Sang Yu, who can't be shaken, goes to bed at [-]:[-] in the morning and wakes up at [-]:[-] in the afternoon. In the past, he used to urge her to hand over the manuscript, and wake her up earlier during the day, it was like killing her .

Therefore, apart from suspecting that someone deliberately caused trouble, Zhao Feifei really couldn't think of why someone who had nothing to do recently woke up so early today.

Speaking of this, Sang Yu became angry, but when a gust of wind blew by, she couldn't help shrugging her nose, and waited until the scent blew past before she licked her lips, touched Gulu Gulu's stomach and complained: "Don't mention it. Yes, my neighbor next door cooks on time at [-] o'clock every day. It's so delicious that it wakes me up from my dream. When I smell this smell, the gluttons in my stomach are hooked out , where can I still sleep."

People who can't be woken up by thunder will be awakened by the aroma of food. How fragrant is this food?

Zhao Feifei was also too convinced, "Hmph, I went to the forum with you today to fight with someone, is it because of the food made by the neighbor next door?"