Shelf life love

The "Runaway" studio is converted from a villa, and there is a large kitchen on the first floor.

Thanks to a big brother in the studio who is obsessed with cooking, the kitchen is as small as a garlic masher, as large as an oven, and Qi Lin has all the kitchen utensils that Qi Lin can use.

Qi Lin was wearing the most formal suit, walking a red carpet, carrying a chicken and two yams covered in mud into the studio.

Headed by Huang Yu, the melon-eaters nearly dislocated their jaws.

"Boss Qi...what is he holding in his hand?"

"Chicken... right?"

Gu Rong came down from the second floor and was about to convene a meeting with the marketing staff when she heard Ms. Chen, who was the loudest, say that Qi Lin was holding a [beep——] bus.

Gu Rong shook his head in horror.

Qi Lin has been single for 28 years, and once married, it is inevitable that he will not adapt to married life, and he once complained about Ye Zhuohan!

Qi Lin is a workaholic, and he is rarely late for work, but today he was half an hour late. Could it be that he had a conflict with Ye Zhuohan, committed a crime of passion, and gave Ye Zhuohan...

"Huh?" Qi Lin raised his chicken in full view, "Who wants to use the kitchen today?"

Everyone shook their heads.

"Then I cook some chicken, don't you mind?" Qi Lin looked at the culinary brother.

The culinary brother not only didn't mind, but even wanted to make a move.

After all, "Runaway" is a group of young people with (to get rich) dreams. There are many ways to release stress. The cooking brother likes cooking and helping others cook.

Qi Lin rejected the kindness of the culinary brother.

Looking at Qi Lin's back, Huang Yu resolutely said, "There's something wrong with the boss! Doesn't he know that his body doesn't go well with a chicken?"

Ms. Chen echoed, "I've never seen anyone stewing chicken in a suit."

"Is this chicken stewed for us?"

"Boss Qi's chicken is so small, there are too many of us to eat it."

Gu Rong: "..."

What's wrong with this group of people, want to eat Qi Lin's chicken?

As the boss, Gu Rong had to cough and stop, "Go back to your seats, don't worry about Boss Qi's chicken. It's not for you to eat."

Huang Yu: "Ah? Who is that for?"

Gu Rong inhaled, "Boss Qi is a married person now, who do you want to eat for?"

Huang Yu suddenly realized.

"So it's for Mr. Ye to eat!"

"Bang-"

Qi Lin slashed down, and cut off the chicken's head neatly.

The discussion in the office came to an abrupt end.

Gu Rong's team meeting was absent-minded.Although he knew that Qi Lin's chicken must be stewed for Ye Zhuohan, but he couldn't figure out why Qi Lin would dress so formally and come to the studio to cook it.

Isn't it delicious to stew in pajamas at home?

Qi Lin also wanted to cook at home.

But he was used to being an older single young man, and after staying abroad for so many years, the kitchen at home only had the most common pot, and there was no earthen pot for stewing chicken.

He's here to prostitute the big brother's crock pot.

As for why it is so formal.In a while, he has to go to Leting Group and take the elevator dedicated to the president.He is no uglier than Ye Zhuohan, he is also like Ye Zhuohan at work.

Slowly simmer over low heat until the meat is gone from the bone, then add bamboo fungus and yam.

He remembered that in the years when he was growing up, he especially liked to eat stewed chicken with bamboo fungus and yam.Later, when I went abroad, I never made it at home.After his parents passed away, he accidentally thought of it and asked Qi Han to eat it.Qi Han was very surprised, saying that his family used to stew chicken with ginkgo nuts, but he never used bamboo fungus and yam in his impression.

This incident confused him, and after much deliberation, if he didn't eat it at home, then he ate it at some other restaurant.

Stewing soup is a meticulous job, Qi Lin went upstairs to get his draft book, staring at the fire while drawing.

Baopilong... No, most dragons are fierce when drawn, but what he is drawing is a small beautiful dragon.

After drawing for a while, he thought it was funny, and drew scars and tears on Xiao Meilong, just like Ye Zhuohan's nose was blue and his face was swollen after being beaten, humming.

Gu Rong ran to the kitchen after the meeting, "Qi Xiaolin, why are you having trouble with the chicken?"

Qi Lin: "???"

I just stewed a chicken, why can't I get along with the chicken?So if you eat pork all day long, you just have trouble with pigs?

Gu Rong said: "I mean, why are you dressed so formally and come to the company to cook chicken?"

Qi Lin wanted to vent, but the words got out of his mouth, and he felt that the matter between the couple was not enough for outsiders.

He couldn't tell Gu Rong that he fell from the A-shaped ladder and crushed Ye Zhuohan's finger.

"Have you ever heard of an idiom." The old god Qi Lin was present, "Describing the deep love between partners?"

Gu Rong thought for a long time, "Water and milk are in harmony?"

Qi Lin sneered, "What kind of rubbish is in your head?"

Gu Rong urged: "Don't be tricky, what idiom?"

Qi Lin threw the ground with a loud voice, "Let's raise the eyebrows."

A few seconds later, Gu Rong had a question mark on his face: "So you want to raise your eyebrows?"

Lift...chicken...qi...eyebrow...

Qi Lin admitted that he was wrong.

There was already a picture in his mind.

Gu Rong was still chattering, "That's right, what you stewed is chicken, if you replace it, isn't it just raising the chicken eyebrows?"

Qi Lin patted his partner on the shoulder, then turned to him, "Mr. Gu, you can go out now."

When Gu Rong returned to his office on the second floor, he could not get rid of chickens.

Qi Lin was also depressed.He just wanted to whitewash his relationship with Ye Zhuohan, and pretended to be a loving couple, how could Gu Rong go so far away?

At noon, it was time to deliver food to Ye Zhuohan, but Qi Lin underestimated the time it took to stew the chicken soup in the crock pot, the aroma came out, but it was far from rotten and soft.

Qi Lin didn't think that Ye Zhuohan was really waiting for him, but he decided to say something based on the principle of keeping his word and saying nothing.

"Mr. Ye, I made chicken soup for you, but it hasn't been cooked yet, and it will be delivered in the afternoon. You can handle it yourself at noon?"

After sending the message, Qi Lin continued to draw his little beautiful dragon without looking at the reply.

Le Ting Group, the project meeting was suspended due to lunch break.

Ye Zhuohan was standing by the French window in the corridor, looking down at his phone.

Xu Quan was waiting for him, seeing him put his mobile phone into his trousers pocket, he said, "The simple meal is ready, where are you going to use it?"

Ye Zhuohan just said: "I forgot to tell you, you don't need to prepare lunch for me today."

After speaking, Ye Zhuohan walked towards the office.

Such a clever secretary can tell at a glance that the boss does not need lunch, but has lunch.

But when the afternoon meeting started, the smelly man who delivered the lunch hadn't come yet.

For the first time, Xu Quan had doubts about his intelligence.

Could it be that there is no smelly man delivering lunch to the boss?

Could it be that the boss intends to go on a hunger strike?

The stinky man—Qi Lin—although he didn't cook the chicken soup well, it didn't prevent him from eating his lunch with peace of mind.

After 2 o'clock in the afternoon, the chicken soup with bamboo fungus and yam was finally done.

Qi Lin tasted it, and the umami taste of the native chicken came out, and he could barely handle it.

After filling it with the small [-] thermos that Ye Zhuohan brought last time, Qi Lin saw Ye Zhuohan's reply message.

Tsk, what a perfunctory and ruthless word.

It was nearly 3 o'clock when we drove to Leting, and Qi Lin was inexplicably nervous.

The domineering building soaring into the sky is one of Yuecheng's landmarks. Qi Lin is used to being undisciplined. He felt quite uncomfortable when he came here last time, and this time he is still uncomfortable.

The only difference is that the one who married him last time is now his legal partner.

Although the president has a dedicated elevator, the entrance is with other elevators.

Qi Lin imitated Ye Zhuohan's posture and walked into the special elevator. The people behind him were either holding documents or notebooks, and he was the only one holding a thermos.

When the elevator door closed, he heard someone outside say, "That's Mr. Ye's husband just now, right? He's so handsome!"

He really wanted to open the door to see which hero called him husband.

This consciousness is much higher than Ye Zhuohan himself.

Unfortunately, the elevator has gone straight to the 39th floor.

Stop Liao, stop Liao.

Seeing Qi Temporary, Xu Quan's eyes lit up.

As expected, he was still the ice-snow-smart Qiao (strike out) secretary, and his judgment was not bad at all.

"Mr. Qi, you are finally here."

Qi Lin was surprised.

"Huh?" Xu Quan was also surprised.

Qi Lin: "You said 'finally' just now? Could it be that Ye Zhuohan has been waiting for me for a long time?"

Xu Quan: "Uh... Mr. Ye didn't even eat lunch."

Qi Lin was shocked, "Just to wait for me?"

"It seems so." Xu Quan said again: "Boss Ye is still in a meeting. Mr. Qi, you can take a look at the 39th floor."

Qi Lin took out his phone and looked at the cold "um", he really couldn't imagine Ye Zhuohan skipping lunch just to wait for his chicken.

But after being shocked for a while, he became curious again.

What does Ye Zhuohan look like in a meeting?

Will the "Leave" studio go bankrupt with a wave of the hand as written in the book?

"Can I wait for him outside the meeting room?" Qi Lin asked.

Xu Quan interpreted this as the smelly man who was late and wanted to be courteous, and immediately said: "Of course, but the meeting room is on the 35th floor, I will take you down."

Qi Lin was standing outside the meeting room, and he could just see Ye Zhuohan through the floor-to-ceiling windows.

Different from the psychopath who snatched his bathroom this morning, ate his milk pancakes, and said "husband is very happy", Ye Zhuohan at this moment is alienated and indifferent, not arrogant, every gesture, every look, has a superior The calmness and nobility of the recipient.

And judging from the reactions of other people, they were obviously convinced by Ye Zhuohan.

Qi Lin was fascinated.

At the end of the meeting, Ye Zhuohan came out, his brows were slightly frowned, but the moment he saw him, his eyes changed subtly.

"Boss Ye." Qi Lin didn't want to admit that he was handsome, so he waved his hand generously, "Wait a long time, I'm here."

Ye Zhuohan's eyes lingered on Qi Lin's body, and finally fell on his hands.

Qi Lin quickly said: "I brought the chicken soup, it's in your office."

The strong fragrance filled the air, Ye Zhuohan admired the chicken soup, Qi Lin admired the ditzy office.

Simplicity to the extreme is luxury. Qi Lin still remembers that when he was young, he talked about running on trains, saying that in the future, he must have a place with circular floor-to-ceiling windows, a huge area, and only a solid-color desk.

Ye Zhuohan is really a strange man, not only his appearance has grown into his heart, but even the office has grown into his heart.

Qi Lin covered his forehead and reminded himself - you just came here to deliver chickens.

Don't think about it.

Ye Zhuohan gracefully poured out the chicken soup, scooped up a spoonful and put it into his mouth.

After admiring the office, Qi Lin sat opposite him, resting his chin on his arm, "Is it good?"

"good."

Watching Ye Zhuohan drink soup and eat meat, Qi Lin felt inexplicably itchy, he didn't want to fight, he just wanted to have a good chat.

"I didn't know it had to be stewed for so long. You should fill your stomach first at noon."

Ye Zhuohan put down the spoon and stared.

Qi Lin: "?"

Am I wrong?

Ye Zhuo said coldly, "Who said that he would bring lunch to my husband this morning?"

Qi Lin: "..."

Didn't I give it to you?Only a few hours late!

I sent you a message, aren't you very straightforward?

Ye Zhuohan snorted reverently, "Someone broke his promise, but my husband keeps his word, no matter how long it takes."

Qi Lin took a deep breath, then picked up a chicken leg, quickly slammed it into Ye Zhuohan's mouth, and said viciously: "Eat your chicken!"