Food Bureau

Shang Wan ignored me, looked at the menu again, and finally said lightly: "There are so many varieties, do you have everything you can order?"

"Of course~" I puffed up my chest proudly.

She shook her head, "You, don't need to be so rich next time, unless you really want to show off your cooking skills." She said with a half-smile, with a sullen face.

I'm furious.

"I don't want to show off! Next time I will steam buns for you, as long as you are full!"

With a sullen face, she put down the menu and subconsciously bit her lower lip.Ouch, sister, just laugh if you want to, won't it affect the flow of Qi and blood?

"That's a bit greasy," she acted as if she didn't know I was angry, "I'm alone, two to three dishes, just add a soup at most."

"You, you, don't you like my cooking?"

She raised her side eyebrows, "I like it."

I couldn't keep up the conversation, and I was pointing at her and saying something to argue with her, but I could continue to argue with her, and I could pretend to be pitiful, but now I lost my train of thought.

"So direct?" I bite the bullet.

"Isn't it? Don't make other excuses."

……

I could hear that she was yelling at me, but for a while I couldn't figure out which gun she was holding. In front of Shang Wan, my brain seemed to be useless.

I turned on the fire to make her baked scallops with cheese, and wanted to thank her for agreeing to my request to help Xiao Ziyan, but I thought it was better not to say that again. She helped in a low-key way, as if I thanked her on the table. It's not cool enough, it's not the unspoken understanding between us.

"Shang Wan." I called out her name softly, the air condensed for a second, and the scallops "sizzled" on the iron plate.

"Ok?"

"It's okay if you eat more, it's too light."

The feeling of being held in the arms that day is still very real.

I looked up at her, and saw that her face was pink, and she was holding a teacup to drink tea.

"What did you dream about that day? You were crying so sad...can I ask?"

She seemed to sink a little bit. After thinking for a while, she shook her head, "Some old things are added in dreams, so don't mention them."

When I saw her say that, I didn't want to ask any more questions, and lowered my head to put the scallops on a plate.

That night was spent in that strange atmosphere of tit-for-tat and warmth, and there was no such dramatic incident as falling asleep and waking up crying.

There was no work on Sunday, so I forced myself to climb into bed early, preparing to get up early the next morning to go to the interview. I climbed into bed, and I knew that the interview was just a formality, but I was still a little nervous, and I still endured it as usual. Just fell asleep at bedtime.

Shang Wan said that there is no need for suits and leather shoes, but in the cold weather, there is nothing more suitable than a suit jacket. For this interview, I specially bought an outfit. I haven’t worn such clothes for several years. It seems a bit of a hassle.

Business colors such as black, gray, and blue are unmistakable, and it’s always right to wear them, but I guess these people are tired of watching them every day. Besides, the old-fashioned style is still quite fashionable, and lively wearing styles should not be rejected. I picked a youthful shirt with two shades of green interlaced, and pressed it with a light gray suit on the outside. leather shoes.

Anyway, I don't dress like me anymore.

Walking out the door, the coolness of early autumn is mixed with the smell of fireworks from the morning stalls, the traffic in the morning rush hour is heavy, the anchor on the car radio is struggling to encourage urbanites to start a new day full of hope, the traffic reports are mixed with laughter and cursing, where is the traffic jam, where is the traffic jam? A detour is needed, where the struggle does not believe in tears.

It has been a long time since I participated in normal human activities.

With the experience of last time, it is not uncommon to be stopped at the front desk of the building this time. I reported my name and said that I am coming for an interview. The front desk skillfully pulled out a list, "Can I show my ID card?"

The name on the ID card was the same as the one on the list, and the photo on the ID card barely matched the person. The front desk politely handed over a temporary badge, "The elevator on the left hand side goes to the 38th floor, good luck."

My ears were once again ravaged by the pressure, and I thought, should I tell Shang Wan?

When I got to the 38th floor and got out of the elevator, I found that the layout here was completely different from that on the 42nd floor. As soon as I stepped out of the elevator, there was a spectacular decorative wall with a huge ancient logo on it. There was a front desk with heavy makeup or light makeup sitting in front of it, dressed in similar clothes. work suit, saw me coming out, and one of them smiled and said, "Hi, how can I help you?"

"Oh, hello, my name is Lai, and I'm here for an interview."

"Then what time is the interview scheduled for Miss Contact?"

ah?Is there a different time?

"Nine...nine o'clock."

"OK, wait."

The front desk lady picked up the phone and dialed an internal number, "Nancy, the nine o'clock lady is here...OK."

She put down the phone, "Please go straight this way, turn right at the second turning, the first conference room, Room 106."

"Oh... yes, thank you."

As I walked towards the meeting room, I took out my phone and sent Shang Wan a message:

——Here I am, and I am assigned to meeting room 106.

As soon as the news came out, I felt happy for a while, and suddenly realized the classic "I have someone above me". Although I would not be so arrogant, this thought made me laugh out, and I walked into 106 just like that, before I could take it back. , just so stiff on the face.

There are already ten people sitting in the room, all waiting for the interview.

My legs softened, and I subconsciously wanted to retreat. A 25-year-old girl in a suit walked up with a smile on her face, "Is this Miss Contact?"

"Ah, yes, I am." I couldn't run away.

"Hi, I'm Nancy, assistant director of HR."

"Oh, hello Nancy." I shook hands with her, and when I heard the English name, I suppressed the conditioned reflex "Nice to meet you".

"Sit here first, Mr. Zhou will come in a while."

"Oh, thank you." Who is Mr. Zhou?

She probably saw my doubts, "Mr. Zhou is the HR Director, and Shang Gu attaches great importance to the recruitment of interns. The interview will be presided over by Mr. Zhou himself."

"Oh, it's an honor, an honor."

I didn't know what I was talking about. When Nancy left, I took out my phone, but Shang Wan didn't answer me.

I looked around the meeting room. There was a long table at the other end, and there were a few boss chairs behind it. They should be the seats for the judges. The novelty is that our waiting area is big enough, so there are only a few people in it. Sitting on the ground, and our chairs, each with different shapes and colors, are very creative. The chair I sit on is green, which matches the color of my shirt, and is shaped like a conch.

Just looking at it, a boy next to him stretched his neck, "Huh? Which school do you belong to, classmate?"

I was taken aback, and faced this question with a guilty conscience, "Oh... I'm not studying anymore."

"Oh..." The boy sized me up, "I thought they were all recruited from colleges. My name is Xu Jianing, and I majored in interior design from R University of Arts."

I hastily smiled, "My name is Lai Xiang."

Apart from this, there is nothing to introduce.

At this time, a gust of evil wind blew at the door, and four windy people walked in, or they all had aura, and the whole place was solemn and solemn, only the sound of autumn leaves falling.

The leading eldest sister walked to the middle position behind the long table, and the others also took their places. The eldest sister was wearing an ink blue double-breasted suit, her hair was slightly curled and scattered around her neck.

"Good morning everyone, I'm Zhou Xian, and I'm Shanggu's human resources director. I welcome all future designers to choose to come to Shanggu for internship. The choice is two-way. This year, Shanggu will provide 50 Internship places, and the total number of applicants is 268."

There was an uproar at the bottom. Originally, there were not many schools that set up this major. Everyone stared at their departments, and the number of applicants was probably less than a hundred, but they didn't expect it to add up to so many.

"That's right," Director Zhou looked around the conference room, "There are twelve students in this round of interviews today, that is to say, there are only about two people who can stay. But please don't be discouraged, we have internship opportunities every year. Even if you are not selected, it does not mean that you are not good, maybe it is just that some ideas of He Shanggu do not agree. Well, I will not say anything else, and I will ask the other three colleagues to introduce themselves. "

I don’t remember much about the introduction below. Zhou Xian’s aura is too strong, making everyone else look like a small supporting role worth mentioning. I only remember that there is one from HR, and the other two are from the third, Designer of the fourth division.

I feel a little guilty, so many young students who are full of longing, but I have to squeeze out a spot. Looking at these people, I feel like I am here to harm them.

"Okay, let me briefly introduce the interview procedure for this round. We set up two hours and 15 minutes for twelve students. The first half took the form of many-to-one, that is, each student asked and answered individually, and each took 10 minutes. 120 minutes, and then there will be 15 minutes of many-to-many group question and answer time. The order of many-to-one will be decided by lottery."

At this time, Nancy had already walked between us holding a box and asked each of us to draw out one. I took it out and saw that it was number 2.

Taking advantage of everyone drawing lots, Zhou Xian continued to introduce: "You may have noticed that the chairs and stools you are sitting on are different. These were designed by Shang Gu's former interns during their internships."

So, I lowered my head and studied my green conch again.

After everyone finished drawing, Nancy's form was ready and submitted to Director Zhou.

"No. 1, Jiang Xiaohui, and No. 2, come and go." Director Zhou looked around the conference room, "Jiang Xiaohui is ready to come, who is the come and go?"

I raised my hand, "Me."

She looked me over and nodded, "You are ready for the next one."

No. 1 Jiang Xiaohui was walking on the "stage", when there was another evil wind at the door, a person came in.

I looked up and saw a tall man, Pei Sihan.

When Zhou Xian and the others saw the person coming, their faces darkened. It was obvious that this was an unexpected visitor.

The author has something to say: Xiao Shang: I heard that today is Double Festival~

Author: Well...but I don't have a vacation.

Xiao Lai: We all have them~

Author: ...Then I will try to update the next day...