On how to prevent the president from skipping work

"Have you had dinner?"

Wen Jin turned to look at He Ling: "No."

"Let's go to the supermarket to buy some ingredients," He Ling said, "To make a man fall in love with you, you must first grab his stomach. You go back and cook a table of delicious dishes for our President Qi to eat, which will definitely make him happy."

When Wen Jin heard "President Qi", a light bulb lit up on his forehead, and he nodded happily with a blushing face.

The two bought a bunch of ingredients along the way and returned to Wen Jin's apartment. When Wen Jin was a child, he raised his younger siblings single-handedly. A pot of chopped pepper fish head.

He Ling took a small spoon and took a bite to taste. As expected of the protagonist Shou, the cooking skills are beyond words. This fish head is spicy and fresh, covered with a layer of bright chopped peppers, and the authentic Hunan cuisine is also delicious. , but... he sighed:

"Little Wen, I will give you 95 points for this fish head. The remaining five points are not because you are not good at performance, nor because you are afraid of your pride. Not used to spicy food."

Irresponsible authors never pay attention to such details, and casually set up a hometown with very different eating habits for the protagonist, but only know how to sum it up in one sentence "exquisite cooking skills", forgetting that the protagonist Gong is a person who can't eat spicy.Fortunately, the prosecutor discovered it early, otherwise it would be another loophole.

When Wen Jin heard this, his face panicked: "Then what should I do? My hometown is used to spiciness in all dishes, and dishes without chili can't be seasoned well."

He Ling put down the spoon resignedly, and rolled up his shirt sleeves: "I'll teach you how to cook Cantonese cuisine once, and if you watch the tricks, Mr. Qi's stomach will depend on you in the future." Wearing a hundred planes, his culinary skills are the master Class, no matter what kind of dishes can come at your fingertips.

Wen Jin didn't expect that a white-collar elite like He Ling, who seemed to be out of touch with Yang Chunshui, would be able to cook, so he nodded and agreed in a daze.I saw He Ling carefully cleaned his hands with hand sanitizer, put on an apron, shaved a piece of pork belly and boiled it in water, picked it up with chopsticks, and tapped the edge of the pot twice to drain the excess water , asked Wen Jin to bring a long needle, pour it with cooking wine, and under the stunned gaze of the other party, use the needle tip to quickly and evenly pierce several rows of small holes on the skin, soak it in warm water, and pull out the kitchen knife on the shelf. With a sharp knife, he cut the meat into thin and uniform slices, and then fried the taro slices in the same way, skillfully controlling the heat.

Next, a piece of taro and a piece of meat, mixed with more than a dozen seasonings such as minced garlic, Guilin fermented bean curd, soy sauce, etc., are laid neatly in the casserole, and the fire is simmered slowly.

While doing all this, He Ling is also explaining in detail: "The sweetness of Cantonese cuisine must be sweet but not greasy, and the freshness of Cantonese cuisine cannot rely on MSG. Compared with other cuisines, it is mainly stir-fried and fried, with There are stewing, frying, grilling, slow cooking and long cooking to lock in the umami..."

Half an hour later, an extremely strong smell mixed with taro and meat aromas permeated the air. When the lid was lifted, a delicious, crispy and tender Lipu taro braised pork was ready.

Wen Jin took a small spoon to taste it, and immediately wanted to swallow his tongue. This is probably the most delicious dish he has ever tasted since he was a child!Although Wen Jin has been accustomed to eating spicy food since he was a child, to the point where he can't enjoy spicy food, this non-spicy meat made him very satisfied. It was He Ling who knocked him with chopsticks to stop him from reaching into the pot again. , followed behind He Ling in amazement, staring at him as he prepared a delicious meal, asking questions here and there, wishing to get out all the things in that person's head.

Fortunately, there was an author who made a link. Wen Jin knew everything about cooking, and He Ling taught it without any effort.

Cooked six or seven dishes in a row, and the two slow dishes were still simmering on the fire. He Ling asked Wen Jin to go to the next door to call the protagonist Gong, and told him to tell Mr. Qi that these dishes were all Wen Jin. Kam made it himself.

Hearing that the other party didn't take credit at all, Wen Jin knocked on the door with gratitude to He Ling: "Mr. Qi, Mr. Qi, I... I made a table of dishes, have you eaten it? Would you like to have a taste?"

Qi Yongxu stood behind the door and didn't even open the door: "I've eaten it, you can eat it yourself, thank you for your kindness."

Wen Jin was turned away, hesitated for a while, gritted his teeth and said, "I invited He Ling, and he came too."

There was a silence behind the door, followed by the sound of rummaging through boxes and cabinets, and after a while, the president opened the door with a neat haircut and clothes that could go to a western restaurant to eat steak, and said solemnly: "Since you have invited me so kindly, I would rather be obedient than respectful. "

Wen Jin bent her mouth and lowered her head, preventing the other party from seeing the disappointment and jealousy in her eyes.

As soon as Qi Yongxu entered the room, he searched for He Ling's figure, saw that he was sitting on the sofa in a leisurely manner, and hurriedly rubbed over: "Why don't you come and sit with me?"

He Ling glanced at him with a smile on his face, and stood up leisurely: "Xiao Wen said that he has cooked a lot of good dishes, so he asked me to try something new."

Boss Qi was stunned by the corner of his assistant's sharp and smiling eyes, and numbly followed someone to sit at the dining table. At this time, Wen Jin brought the last casserole, filled a bowl and handed it to Qi Yongxu, and greeted gently: "Qi Always try this silky chicken soup."

Qi Yongxu had a calm expression at first, but after taking a spoonful and tasting it, he raised his eyebrows slightly.

"good."

Wen Jin looked happy.

"You did it?"

"……Um."

Qi Yongxu grabbed Wen Jinhang's right hand by his side, put it in front of him kindly and looked carefully: "It is indeed a pair of hands that often cook."

Wen Jin's face was flushed by his actions, and he forgot to serve a bowl for He Ling. The prosecutor didn't care, and when the two of them were talking about each other, they stuck their chopsticks on their own. He gnawed on a chicken leg, and after taking a bite, he heard Qi Yongxu call him.

"He Ling He Ling, wipe my mouth for me." The CEO yelled.

The chopsticks in someone's hand made a slight clicking sound: "I don't know how to wipe it myself."

"No hands." The president motioned to grab Wen Jin's hands, with an arrogant and innocent expression on his face.

The boy can do it.The prosecutor sneered inwardly, but his face was very meek. He took out a tissue and resisted the urge to stuff it into someone's mouth to wipe it away.

The president pouted under the paper towel, wiped one side and changed the other: "There is still here."

For the sake of your good performance to the protagonist Shou at the moment, I will spare you the death penalty.

In order to give the protagonist Gong Shou more time for the two of them, He Ling is very knowledgeable, so he bids farewell and leaves after eating.Qi Yongxu refused Wen Jin's kindness to keep him, and insisted on following behind the prosecutor, happily sending him all the way to the underground parking lot of the apartment.

When He Ling took out the car keys, Qi Yongxu suddenly approached and said with a smile: "I didn't expect you to be so good at cooking, you are so virtuous."

"...I remember that I didn't drink wine tonight."

"Don't deny it, I've smelled it," Qi Yongxu proudly said, "You, who are always elegant and decent, have a faint smell of seasoning on your fingers. I pay special attention when you wipe my mouth."

He Ling frowned, he was careful enough today, he also washed his hands carefully after cooking, how good is your dog's nose?

Thinking about it was wrong, did he remember that Wen Jin also cooked a dish: "Didn't you smell that Wen Jin's hands also smelled? I just helped him, and he was in charge."

"Don't mention it, that kid's hands smell like fish, but what about the fish? There's no fish on the table." The protagonist said triumphantly, "Don't be shy! Actually, you don't need to be so devious at all if you want to cook for me. ..."

He Ling turned around and got into the car, stepping on the gas pedal.

The president spread his wings like a roc, and stuck to the window of the car with the momentum of touching porcelain: "Make lunch for me every day, or I will expose Wen Jin and drive him away!"

How shameless!Wen Jin cooking for Qi Yongxu is a must-do plot, as long as Qi Yongxu doesn't expose it, the plot will pass, otherwise, the prosecutor is really afraid that his busy work will be wasted.He had no choice but to roll down the car window, and said in a bad mood: "I'm busy every day, I'm free? The company's game doesn't want to operate anymore?"

"Five days a week, I'll treat guests on weekends." Qi Yongxu boasted boldly.

"One meal a week."

"Four meals!"

"Two meals, no more."

"Three meals, each step back, mutual benefit and win-win." Mr. Qi took out the means on the negotiating table and worked hard: "And at least two meat and two vegetables!"

"..." I wanted to dismiss him with egg fried rice.He Ling was speechless for a moment, and agreed: "Yes, but I have a request."

"What request?"

"If Wen Jin is in trouble, I hope you can lend a helping hand."

I thought it would be some interesting bargaining, but the topic was suddenly changed.Qi Yongxu had a playful smile at first, but his expression gradually turned serious: "Did something happen?"

"I just want to leave a life-saving talisman for that child." He Ling said lightly.

According to the plot, the protagonist Shou will indeed encounter an unexpected disaster in the near future, thanks to the protagonist Gong’s unreserved assistance, this incident will also become an opportunity to clarify the relationship between Gong Shou, even if the plot is whitewashed and peaceful Nor can it be omitted.Originally, he didn't need to worry about this matter, as long as he let nature take its course, but judging from the current emotional state of the protagonist Gong Shoujian, it is necessary to doubt whether Qi Yongxu is willing to help Wen Jin at that time.This advance request can be regarded as the product of a sudden inspiration. I hope it can play a role in promoting and guaranteeing the smooth development of the plot.

"You are really worried about Wen Jin." Qi Yongxu sighed, reached into the car window and patted He Ling's shoulder: "I have written this down, but in this way, I also have a little small condition."

"Go ahead."

"Take a picture of me wearing nothing but an apron while cooking." Qi Yongxu said with a serious face.

He Ling frantically pressed the lifter, Qi Yongxu just pulled his hand back when he saw the car window slammed shut.

"Hello..."

The silver Mercedes drove aggressively out of the parking lot and onto the street, as if you could still see the driver's angry and shy red ears.

The man watched the car disappear at the corner of the road, the cynical expression on his face disappeared, and the rest was full of tenderness.