God always wants to bend me

The rectangular dining table is full of breakfasts, Chinese, Western, fried, boiled, cold, and there are several different types of porridge, all of which look good.

The old man swallowed, walked over and stared at the food eagerly.

Song Qizhao put the plate in his hand away, saw the figure of the old man, said hello lightly, and went to the kitchen.

The old man was all focused on the food at the table, and he waved his hands perfunctorily to Song Qizhao's greeting.When Song Qizhao walked into the kitchen, the old man sneaked a peek in the direction of the kitchen. Seeing that the eldest grandson would not come out, he immediately grabbed a small pancake from the nearest plate and took a bite.

As a result, this one bite made the old man addicted to eating. After one bite, he wanted to eat two bites, and after two bites, he wanted to eat a third bite. Just like that, when Song Qizhao came out with two more plates of food, he saw the old man sitting there. Cheerful eating at the table.

"Grandpa, how does it taste?" Song Qizhao said while walking. Although his face was still paralyzed, it looked different from usual. It was obvious that he was in a good mood.

Hearing Song Qizhao's voice, the old man paused, and the person who was still eating food immediately restrained himself, took a tissue beside him, wiped his mouth, and said, "The taste is very good, especially this small pancake, and this millet. Pumpkin porridge, and this..." The old man pointed to the few foods he had just eaten, and suddenly felt something was wrong after talking halfway through, he looked at Song Qizhao strangely and said, "No, grandson, these You did it all? Do you know how to cook?" In his memory, he had never seen Song Qizhao cook.

Song Qizhao walked over and put down the plate in his hand, and said calmly: "I haven't made it for a while, I want to practice my hands." After finishing it, I will cook it for my wife.

Song Qizhao cooked by himself for the two years he left home, and it took a lot of effort when he first started learning. He hasn't done it since he came home some time ago.

Talking about life with Jiang Chen last night, Boss Song felt that he would go back to the old days of washing his hands and making soup in the near future. He wanted to practice his hands in advance so that he could catch his wife's stomach so that he could abduct her sooner. .

After hearing Song Qizhao's words, the old man said suddenly, "Did you learn your cooking skills at Lanxiang?"

Song Qizhao said solemnly with a paralyzed face, "I learned it in New Oriental."

The old man tasted all the food on the table, and finally looked at Song Qizhao very seriously to discuss with him, "Qizhao, let's open a breakfast shop, and I will help you as the chef."

Song Qizhao ignored the old man's words and said, "Grandpa, I made these for practice."

"Huh? Practicing your hands?" The old man paused the hand holding the chopsticks, a little confused.

"For my daughter-in-law."

The old man is depressed, feeling that he can eat the meal cooked by his eldest grandson because of his granddaughter-in-law who has not yet caught up...

Before the old man could speak, Song Qizhao said again: "Grandpa, the company is a bit far away from home. I won't be going home after a while. In the company..."

"You bought a house near the company?" Song Qizhao spoke before the old man finished speaking.

"No, I plan to live in the staff apartment."

The old man looked at Song Qizhao with probing eyes, and after observing for a long time, he frowned and said, "Qizhao, have you been taken away?" Otherwise, why is the painting style so wrong!

Song Qizhao: ...

Ever since eating crayfish with the big boss last time, Jiang Chen felt that the distance between the two was much closer.

The president's office is several floors higher than their technical department, but Jiang Chen can always see Song Qizhao several times a day.

Especially when it was time for lunch, Jiang Chen would run into Song Qizhao every time he went out, and it was the first time he met him, he said a polite word and asked Song Qizhao if he wanted to eat, but Song Qizhao really agreed , As a result, the two always meet inexplicably afterwards.

Jiang Chen felt that this is very good now, the boss treats him very well, he seems to have hugged the boss's thigh inadvertently, so that if he makes some mistakes in the future, he should be able to maintain good relations.

Zhao Qi's house is about to be renovated, and Jiang Chen has been dragged by Zhao Qi to wander around the new house after work these two nights, and he has no time to go to the gym, and even the time for playing games has also been reduced accordingly.

After the house was completely renovated, Zhao Qi moved all the things in the company's apartment. Looking at the obviously empty apartment, Jiang Chen found it difficult to adapt for a while.

"Cheng Zi, why don't you move in and live with me?" Zhao Qi looked at Jiang Chen and made this suggestion again.

Jiang Chen's answer was naturally the same as before. After refusing, he touched Zhao Qi's shoulder and raised his eyebrows teasingly: "Brother Zhao, your new house is finished, why don't you invite your colleagues and friends to celebrate?"

"Of course we have to celebrate!" Zhao Qi blinked and said mysteriously: "I have already arranged it, it will be this Friday night, and I invite everyone to come to my new house, eat, drink, have fun, and be sure not to get drunk. Not return."

On Thursday, Zhao Qi started preparing to hire someone. The rest of the company is fine, but Zhao Qi is still a little afraid of their boss, Song Qizhao, so the job of finding Song Qizhao naturally falls on Jiang Chen. on the head.

Jiang Chen mentioned this matter to Song Qizhao during lunch, unfortunately Song Qizhao happened to have a meal that night.

Jiang Chen ate the rice in the bowl, looked at Song Qizhao and said, "Boss, since you can't come, then..."

"If the dinner ends early, I'll come." Before Jiang Chen could finish speaking, Song Qizhao said again.

Although it was said if, but since Song Qizhao said this, it means that he will definitely come, but the time will be a little later.

After getting along with Jiang Chen for a long time, Boss Song felt more and more that Jiang Chen was rare.

Going to a celebration banquet must be accompanied by drinking, his wife is lively and cute, what if someone takes advantage of his daughter-in-law drinking too much!

On that day, Boss Song and his partners, who had made up their minds, ate the shortest dinner ever, and then hurriedly drove to Zhao Qi's new apartment.

Along the way, he was worried about whether Jiang Chen was drunk, but in fact Jiang Chen really lived up to his expectations.

It was after nine o'clock in the evening when Song Qizhao arrived, and he went upstairs by himself without calling anyone.

Probably because there were people coming in and out all the time, the door of the apartment was only ajar and not locked. Standing outside the door, Song Qizhao could hear the loud music and the hustle and bustle of the people inside.

Song Qizhao gently pushed the door open, and just took a step forward when the scene in the room made his eyes turn red instantly.

With his back to the door, Jiang Chen is... happily twisting his little buttocks? ! !