Rebirth of you sb

When Xu Qingfeng gave the Duan inkstone to Mr. Shen, he seemed to be a little angry. He let Xu Qingfeng explain with an apologetic smile for a long time, and his expression softened a little.

In the future, when I went to Mr. Shen's house, Xu Qingfeng, who had already won a lot of favor from his teacher's wife, was pulled aside by her, and while helping to cook, he heard her helpless complaints.

"You also said that you didn't like it. As soon as you left, he hugged that inkstone and looked at it in the study for a long time. When he was sleeping at night, he said that you had a good eye, so he found him a real inkstone."

Xu Qingfeng was choosing dishes for her, and said with a smile, "Mr. Shen just likes it."

Probably because Xu Qingfeng's parents passed away relatively early, ever since meeting Mr. Shen and Aunt Li who treated him very kindly, Xu Qingfeng couldn't help but want to get close to them.

Even if he didn't do anything, just chatting, eating and watching TV with them, he still felt that the day was very fulfilling.

It is also because of this that Xu Qingfeng will take time to sit at their house no matter whether Mr. Shen is at home or not.

A month has passed since the opening of the store. Early in the morning, Xu Qingfeng rushed to the store and sat with Pu Ruan in the warehouse full of clothes to settle the bill for the day.

"After deducting the store's rent, water and electricity, taxes, labor, and the cost of stolen or damaged clothes, your profit this month is so much."

Xu Qingfeng glanced at the numbers on the notebook, and said dully: "Brother Pu, am I being too immoral?"

"How to say?"

"The profit is too high, isn't it?"

"This is the way it is in this business. If you look at foreign luxury brands, their cost is only nearly a thousand yuan in RMB, but how much do they sell? Their profits are calculated by a hundred times. Besides, business depends on vision. If At the beginning, you were not the agent of this brand, or the brand you made failed, so you can only admit that you are unlucky?"

"That's true, by the way, Puge, what's your bank card number?"

"what?"

"Dividends, you are the hardest working person in this shop."

"Your salary is already high."

"That won't work, one size is equal to one size, you are my employee, you should be rewarded and so on."

"Breeze."

Pu Ruan looked at Xu Qingfeng with a look of resentment, saw him look up, and said: "You are not the boss."

"What should I do then?"

"Be stricter, and be more stingy."

Xu Qingfeng was stunned for a moment, and said: "I just became the boss, and I'm not familiar with it yet. In the past few years, maybe it will become like what you said."

After speaking, he asked for Pu Ruan's bank card number without hesitation, and ran out all the way.

When gaining a sense of accomplishment, the people Xu Qingfeng wanted to tell the most were Mr. Shen and Aunt Li.

He bought a lot of vegetables and went to Mr. Shen's house, but he didn't expect to meet Shen Songru there.

It was already late autumn, and Shen Songru was wearing a black turtleneck sweater and sitting in the study playing chess with Mr. Shen.

The study room is decorated in an antique style, with several pots of bluegrass placed on the dark brown antique desk, flowers are blooming at this time, and there is a pleasant aroma in the air.

After hugging Aunt Li, Xu Qingfeng yelled and ran into Mr. Shen's study, but when he saw Shen Songru who was sitting at the low table smiling and looking at him, he couldn't help but froze in place.

"Qingfeng, we meet again."

It's been almost half a month, Xu Qingfeng remembered the last time he was drunk and fell asleep on his shoulder, and the roots of his ears couldn't help but burn all the way up.

The last time I saw him talking to Mr. Shen, it seemed that the two knew each other, Xu Qingfeng laughed dryly and said, "Songru, you are here too."

Mr. Shen just lost the game, thinking that Xu Qingfeng came in at the right time, the smile on his face became more and more kind, he took a sip from the teacup, looked at him sideways and said, "Qingfeng, what happened?" What's the matter? What are you going to develop?"

Xu Qingfeng remembered the words he yelled just now because of excessive excitement, and for a moment wished to crash into the wall next to him. Seeing that Mr. Shen was still looking at him, he could only say: "Just do a little business and make a little money."

"You are quite capable."

Mr. Shen was just about to get up, when Shen Songru reached out and grabbed his sleeve, saying, "Teacher, you lost."

Old Mr. Shen just pretended not to know, still looking at Xu Qingfeng who was stunned at the door, and said: "What kind of business are you doing? Tell me."

"Teacher, if you say you lose, you can make Kung Pao Chicken for me."

"Stinky boy, you let me die once."

Old Mr. Shen's voice was always full of energy, Xu Qingfeng saw him glaring at Shen Songru viciously, and hurriedly said: "I can cook that dish."

"really?"

In the culinary training class that Xu Qingfeng attended, Chef Wang taught everyone to cook Sichuan cuisine at the end.

The recipe of Kung Pao Chicken is not difficult, and it was also appreciated by Chef Wang at that time. Xu Qingfeng nodded with confidence, and Mr. Shen came over happily and said: "Boy, not bad, let me try it tonight." Kung Pao Chicken made by you."

While speaking, he pulled Xu Qingfeng out like a gust of wind, leaving behind Shen Songru, with a faint smile on his face, remembering the embarrassment of Xu Qingfeng when he entered the door just now, he smiled even more and put down the last chess piece in his hand .

He can cook and do business at the same time. Why does such a person stick to Zhou Ningyuan?

Is it because of the deep love?

"Fool."

There was a mocking smile on the corner of his mouth, and when he heard Aunt Li calling him outside, he hurriedly responded and walked out.

In the kitchen, Aunt Li and Xu Qingfeng were cooking, and Mr. Shen was standing by the door talking.

It seems that Aunt Li knew from the beginning that Mr. Shen would lose to Shen Songru, so she prepared the ingredients early and waited for him to cook.

Mr. Shen stiffened his neck to deny it, Aunt Li and Xu Qingfeng looked at each other, with expressions of disdain and no desire to argue with him anymore.

Smelling the stewed chicken smell of angelica in the air, Shen Songru stood beside Mr. Shen and said, "Do you want me to help?"

"You can also cook?"

The kitchen is very spacious, and the room with the range hood turned on does not feel stuffy, but Xu Qingfeng's face was a little red, probably because it was too hot when cooking, and he turned around after hearing what he said, with a look of doubt on his face .

A few strands of hair on his forehead were wet with sweat, and now they were weakly clinging to his smooth and plump forehead, Shen Songru resisted the urge to reach over and brush his hair away, and shook his head with a smile.

"He can't do it, but he is very good at washing and cutting vegetables."

Aunt Li just said something, Mr. Shen, unwilling to be lonely, said while stroking his beard, "Just like me."

"It's hopeless for you. I've never seen such a stubborn person like you. You don't listen to what others say."

Xu Qingfeng and Shen Songru smiled slightly when they heard the words, leaving Mr. Shen standing at the door, and you didn't understand why after a long time.

If only I was born in such a family.

Shen Songru stood there, and he didn't come back to his senses until old Mr. Shen yelled again.

"What are you thinking about?"

Shen Songru shook his head.

"Okay, then play chess with me."

Regardless of his wishes when speaking, Mr. Shen pulled Shen Songru back to the study like a gust of wind.

"Qingfeng, have you been able to cook since childhood?"

Mr. Shen, who finally won a game of chess with Shen Songru, was in a good mood at the moment. Hearing that Aunt Li kept praising him, he couldn't help being a little curious after he had a bite of Kung Pao Chicken.

"No, I only learned it a few months ago."

"So powerful? Qingfeng, if you were a girl, how many people would be looking forward to marrying you back."

Aunt Li was full of ridicule, Xu Qingfeng remembered the reason why she learned to cook, and a mocking smile appeared on her face with her head down.

At the beginning, he only learned to cook to tie Zhou Ningyuan, but now that he can cook, Zhou Ningyuan has disappeared.

Xu Qingfeng no longer questioned him about everything like before. Since meeting Wei Ming last time, Zhou Ningyuan has become a little abnormal.

He often came home very late, even at home, he looked absent-minded.

Since she likes Wei Ming so much, why doesn't she directly choose to be with him?

The smile on Xu Qingfeng's face was even worse, thinking Zhou Ningyuan was greedy enough.

If it wasn't for his thinking at that time, at least he wouldn't have to die so wronged.

This kind of person really owes a lesson.

Hearing Aunt Li calling him next to him, Xu Qingfeng raised his head, and the overly bright smile on his face made Aunt Li laugh.

Passing the chicken leg in his hand to his bowl, he couldn't help but say with a smile: "Qingfeng, making money makes you happy like that?"

Xu Qingfeng nodded and said, "Of course."

He was happy from the bottom of his heart, but in Shen Songru's eyes, he felt a little distressed for some reason.

Probably because he knew too much about him and Zhou Ningyuan, and thinking of the way Zhou Ningyuan looked at Wei Ming, he thought that Xu Qingfeng was trying to be brave at this moment.

As silly as the man in memory.

Shen Songru glanced lightly at Xu Qingfeng who was joking with Mr. Shen and the others, and still lowered his head to eat.

When going back at night, Shen Songru caught up with Xu Qingfeng who had walked to the door, and said, "Qingfeng, I'll take you back."

"No, I drove here myself."

It's really not the usual incomprehensible style, if it turned into someone else, it would have been eager to rush over, Shen Songru smiled and shook his head, watching Xu Qingfeng get into the car before leaving with his little Ford.

Compared with Xu Qingfeng, who is very open-minded, Zhou Ningyuan seems to be more entangled. On the one hand, he is reluctant to bear Xu Qingfeng, and on the other hand, he has an inexplicable obsession with Wei Ming. This obsession began many years ago. At that time, he didn't know that he liked Wei Ming, but when he found out and wanted to confess his love, Wei Ming's family moved abroad again.

It was as if a ready-to-go fist hit a ball of cotton. Compared with the so-called annoyance and helplessness in my heart, it was more unwillingness.

This is something that has never happened in his life.

If he hadn't met Xu Qingfeng later, he would have always put Wei Ming in the most important position.

It's just that he met Xu Qingfeng. . .

He stayed in the office during this time. When Zhou Ningyuan came back at night, looking at Xu Qingfeng who was still frowning tightly in his sleep, his heart was immediately filled with a heavy sense of guilt.

Sb, if it wasn't for his unreserved dedication, I wouldn't be in such a dilemma as I am now.