the soul side

Cheng Yiming got up early in the morning. It was his first time to go to his employer's house. He was afraid of delaying the time if he didn't know the way, so he moved half an hour earlier than the original scheduled time.

After washing and dressing in the bright sky, he went out and arrived at the high-end residential area written in the text message. After finding out the floor and number, Cheng Yiming stood in front of the door and called the customer who hired him.

"Hi, hello, I'm Cheng Yiming, I'm here to make breakfast for you, and I'm already at your door."

"Oh, ok, I'll answer the door right away."

It was a very young woman with an accent that sounded like a foreigner. After the door opened, Cheng Yiming's idea was confirmed. She was a beautiful woman of mixed race, wearing loose home clothes, with slightly curly long hair tied behind her head. When she walked in, she saw yoga on the floor. She sat back on the yoga mat and looked at Cheng Yiming: "I don't have anything special to eat, just look at the ingredients in the refrigerator and make whatever you want, oh, the appliances at home may not be complete, you can see what you need, come tomorrow Just buy it when it’s time, just leave the bill to me.”

Obviously, she doesn't touch the spring water with her ten fingers.

When I opened the refrigerator, it was stuffed with fruits, oatmeal, yogurt, juice and facial masks.

Cheng Yiming guessed that her living habits were the western style of breakfast, cut some fruit, topped with oatmeal and topped with yogurt, and it was settled. She didn't know why she hired him.

Thinking that money can't be taken for nothing, and eating fruit still has to be eaten hot, Cheng Yiming prepared to make a small plate of delicate candied apples as a display to show that he didn't collect money for nothing.

How could it be possible for a woman who wakes up to do yoga in the morning to consume so much sugar? There is a juice machine in the kitchen, and Cheng Yiming squeezed some vegetable juice and mixed noodles to make Chinese noodles for her.

During the cooking process, she happened to pass by and stared at him leaning against the kitchen door: "Is this a pancake?"

"It's noodles."

"Oh! Noodles?" Chris's eyes lit up with a flame of curiosity: "Can noodles be made by hand? Wait, aren't the noodles white? Why are the noodles green and matcha-flavored?"

Three black lines fell from Cheng Yiming's head: "Vegetable juice is added to the noodles, which is good for the body."

There is not even a piece of fresh meat in the refrigerator. The only thing Cheng Yiming can use is eggs. He uses eggs and vegetables to make a rich soup base. For the sake of looking good, he discards the ingredients and only uses soup. The boiled vegetables are neatly stacked on the surface and then put another Half-boiled and sliced ​​hearty eggs.

While the noodles are cooking, make shredded apples and serve them to Chris.

Chris first took a bite of the shredded apple, and then started to taste the noodles. She frowned suspiciously: "Mr. Cheng, why do your noodles have a taste, but I cook the noodles myself, but it only tastes like noodles."

Cheng Yiming patiently explained to her that he cooked the soup base with fried eggs and vegetables.

Chris gave him a compliment, and the smile on her beautiful face was very contagious: "It seems that I will be lucky in the future."

After getting the compliment, Cheng Yiming finished the first day's work, went out and went downstairs.

Chris took out her mobile phone and took a photo of herself and the noodles. She had deep facial features and flawless skin without makeup. She posted the photo on Moments.

The Chinese breakfast was delicious, I tried it too late [sorry].

The business hours of Zhonghua Garden are Chinese food and dinner, and I don’t go to work until ten o’clock in the morning. Cheng Yiming took the subway and walked back slowly, and ate a basket of soup dumplings at a Chinese breakfast restaurant called Shijin near Zhonghuayuan. , It was only 09:30 when we arrived at Zhonghua Garden.

I have nothing to do when I have nothing to do. Cheng Yiming raises the pot, the moist black and bright color of the iron pot is so beautiful that Cheng Yiming feels relaxed and happy.

There is always no sense of time in happy days, and another week passed in a blink of an eye. Zhao Chen heard that he went back to City A and said that he would invite his brothers who are still in City A to have dinner.

It happened to be the Double Ninth Festival not long ago, and they made an appointment to drink together in the evening.

On the day of the Double Ninth Festival, Zhongyang Garden made a lot of Double Ninth Cakes, and each table received a free dish of ten small pieces neatly stacked and delicately stacked.

There was still a lot left in the back kitchen when I got off work, thinking that they must have not eaten the Double Ninth Cake, Cheng Yiming packed a large portion and brought it with him.

After arriving at the address that Zhao Chen sent him, Cheng Yiming realized that it was not the street food shop he imagined, but a high-end club.

Cheng Yiming was dressed in a white T-shirt and jeans, not much different from when he was in school. He walked inside with the Double Ninth Cake and called Zhao Chen: "Where are you?"

"Room xxxx."

"Why are you here?" Cheng Yiming remembered that Zhao Chen called him two days ago and was still envious of him going to work at ten o'clock and having a higher salary than him.

"Originally, our brothers got together, and Cheng Yingfei was going to be the host, so come quickly."

Cheng Yiming's impression of Yang Chengying is still that he is very handsome and hardworking, and his communication is not very deep. It seems that he has already managed to get ahead through his own efforts.

As soon as he entered the private room, he fell into an inexplicable silence for a moment.

They were drinking and chatting about how to survive in the workplace, when they saw Cheng Yiming walking in with a packing bag, they seemed to be back at school for a moment, Cheng Yiming was also dressed in such clean clothes, and silently opened the door with a packing bag in his hand Bag: "Whose meal?"

"Yi Ming what did you bring?"

Cheng Yiming walked over and put the lunch box on the table: "Chongyang Cake, I don't think you guys have eaten Chongyang Cake today, I brought some."

Zhao Chen lifted the lid: "If you don't tell me, I will forget about the Double Ninth Festival today. I haven't eaten Double Ninth Cake for several years."

Everyone reached out to take a piece, only Yang Chengying didn't take it. He was dressed like an elite, and everything from tie to leather shoes was worth several months' wages of the people present here.

No one expected him to be able to get along so well. Among them, those who can stay in City A are either locals or have good family conditions. Parents can give some living expenses or rent expenses in the early days. Can rely on relationships to help them find a decent job.

But Yang Chengying, who is not from a local family and is just out of school for less than a year, is really a strange person who has made such a prosperous life.

Zhao Chen persuaded Yang Chengying to try a piece. Yang Chengying looked at the Double Ninth Cake in the packed box with disgust, and resisted saying something ugly.

Taking the leftovers from the restaurant to feed them, Cheng Yiming really did it.

Several bottles of expensive red wine were opened on the table, everyone ignored Yang Chengying's disgusted eyes as an episode, Zhao Chen sat next to Cheng Yiming, everyone gathered in twos and threes to drink and chat, quite a few people came to drink with him.

Picking up the wine glass and saying that I hope each other will have a smooth journey in the future, but they all respect him for not forgetting the original intention.

Seeing the classmates become members of the society one by one, only one of them is still a teenager.

At the beginning, he said that he could accept a small order of meals from the same building on WeChat, because he likes to cook and wanted to try catering business. After graduation, he really became a chef.

Yang Chengying also ordered his meal before, Cheng Yiming didn't understand why Yang Chengying seemed to reject him now.

After a few drinks, Cheng Yiming started to feel a little tipsy. Afraid of being drunk, Cheng Yiming excused himself by saying that he was going to the toilet. After he got to the toilet, he washed his face and hid in the toilet cubicle to sober up for a while.

He took out his mobile phone and dug out the call records, and saw that the time was already a week ago with three letters of CYM. How did he spend Chongyang Festival?

There was the sound of water flowing outside the compartment, "Coincidentally, do you think we are destined by nature, we can also meet here."

After a while, someone shouted and cursed in a low voice: "Let go!"

"Do I dare to let you go? Yang Chengying, you are amazing. I have never been played like this in my life. How dare you use me as a stepping stone and still want to marry Feng Yilin?"

Actually bumped into this kind of thing, Cheng Yiming was as much astonished as embarrassed.

It was obvious that a man was entangled with Yang Chengying, Cheng Yiming avoided making a sound.

The two seemed to be fighting very fiercely. It sounded like Yang Chengying was struggling, and then there was a bang, the partition shook, and Yang Chengying was pressed against the door.

"You let me go! Stop!"

Cheng Yiming was so frightened that his mind went blank, what are they going to do...

Is that boy going to force Yang Chengying here?

"Pretend to be noble in front of me? Today I'm going to beat you."

Cheng Yiming was blown away by these unsavory words, this is rape!

Cheng Yiming pushed the door open: "Stop!"

In front of him, Yang Chengying was being held down by a man with both hands, and the man's hands penetrated into Yang Chengying's clothes.

Cheng Yiming thought about it, he really saw something he shouldn't have seen, but his relationship with Yang Chengying is not good, and it's okay to see him for the rest of his life, so let this person stop now.

Seeing him popping up suddenly, Yang Chengying couldn't bear the humiliation and turned away.

Cheng Yiming stared at the man with a guilty conscience. He was tall and strong, and he looked like a sports fan: "Let go of him! Do you know that you are... You are acting against his will."

Gao Mao let go of Yang Chengying and stretched out his hand to him, Yang Chengying took his hand: "It's none of his business, let's go out and talk."

Gao Mao glanced at him and asked him with a wicked smile, "Go to the hotel to talk?"

Yang Chengying pursed her lips and said nothing.

Cheng Yiming stared at the man: "He doesn't like you, why are you doing this?"

Gao Mao pointed at Cheng Yiming: "Shut up, I'm full of evil spirits today, if you talk too much, I'll even do it to you."

Cheng Yiming's face flushed instantly: "You...you...you are breaking the law, you'd better leave immediately, or I will sue you for sexual harassment."

Gao Mao's eyes fell back on Yang Chengying, and he stretched out his hand to pat his face, his eyes were fierce: "I was too gentle with you, that's why you became so ignorant, you will beg me later."

Cheng Yiming breathed a sigh of relief, hearing what he said meant that this matter could come to an end first, but before he could react, Gao Mao suddenly reached out and grabbed his collar and pulled him out.

"what are you doing!"

Gao Mao's hands are very strong, and Cheng Yiming's clothes are about to be torn out of shape by him: "Let you know what sexual harassment is, kid, don't act recklessly, it will be bad luck."

Cheng Yiming's heart was pounding, thinking that he wouldn't do anything to him, and when he walked to the door of a private room, Gao Mao suddenly let go of his T-shirt and took off his T-shirt with one hand.

Cheng Yiming protected his body and hid back, but Gao Mao took his clothes into the private room, and locked the door behind him with a click.

Cheng Yiming was stunned for three seconds before reacting and rushed to knock on the door: "You bastard, give me back my clothes!"

Gao Mao entered the room, crumpled up the white T in his hand and threw it into the trash can. There were several people sitting in the room, and they were talking about several grand cooperations in the business world while drinking.

Everyone's attitudes were the same, you and me said lightly, revealing the calmness of mastering everything.

After Gao Mao entered, his mood quickly calmed down, and he couldn't see the slightest madness that was entangled with Yang Chengying just now.

The sound insulation is good, but the knock on the door can still be heard: "Where did you provoke it?"

With a dark face, Gao Mao got up and went to open the door, took out his wallet and stuffed a roll of money for him, Cheng Yiming shrunk and stood naked at the door, Gao Mao also stuffed money for him.

This scene is amazing no matter how you look at it.

Someone in the room laughed.

Cheng Yiming stared at Gao Mao: "Give me back my clothes!"

Of course Cheng Yiming heard someone laughing at him in the room, glanced at him out of the corner of his eye, they were all like young masters, but among those people, Cheng Yiming saw someone he had always wanted to see.

Chu Yiming.