My Professor Shen

On New Year's Eve, the lights outside the windows are brightly lit, and there are fire trees and silver flowers along the street.

"Wen Yu." Jiang Lingjin came out of the kitchen pulling a pair of cotton slippers, holding a glass of warm water in her hand, "Don't just stare blankly."

"Oh, oh, does Mr. Jiang need help?" Wen Yu, who was named by name, recovered from her nervousness. She squeezed the armrest of the sofa and stood up with strength.

She really can't be blamed for this. The fact that Boss Jiang invited her to his home as a guest was scary enough in itself, but the key was that she agreed vaguely. Apart from work, she basically had no private contact with the boss, so how could she not be nervous.

"During non-working hours, you don't have to be so formal." Jiang Ling handed warm water to Lu Linshen who was concentrating on playing with her mobile phone, then turned around and took out two eggs from the refrigerator.

She was wearing a dressy cartoon pajamas, her brown hair was tied into a low ponytail, and the straps of her off-white apron were tied into a bow, which was out of place and miraculously harmonious.

Wen Yu's eyes were dull, and her gaze mechanically followed Jiang Ling's figure. The boss's filter was shattered all over the floor, and she suddenly felt that she was not worthy of this dinner.

"Jiang...President..." Wen Yu paused, and the word "Ling" lingered between her lips and teeth for a long time before she swallowed it again.

Outrageous!Guilty, sin, Wen Yu murmured in her heart, hoping that the boss would not withhold the year-end bonus just because of the mere title.

"Huh?" Jiang Ling held a Chinese cabbage in her left hand, two eggs spread out in the palm of her right hand, and a bag of hot pot bottoms on her fingertips. She closed the refrigerator door with her elbow, turned around and frowned slightly.

It's okay to have her back turned, but as soon as she turned around, Wen Yu was immediately stunned again.

What a big...bikini? !

"Mr. Jiang, this apron..." Wen Yu murmured subconsciously, she really thought that Jiang Ling had exposed her belly button just now.

"Why are you in a daze?" Jiang Ling was inexplicably stared at by her, and coughed lightly, "Come here to pick vegetables."

People who were far away couldn't figure it out, but Lu Huadan who was sitting next to Wen Yu could hear it clearly.

Lu Linshen's fingers almost flew out of afterimages on the screen. He took time out of his busy schedule to raise his eyes, and said with a smile: "You like it? I have more here, macho, superman, Christmas elk, you choose which ones Take it away."

How in line with Jiang Ling Mensao's character, she also tried her best to stop Shen Qingchuan from cooking.

"No, no, no..." Wen Yu quickly waved her hand, why did she feel that there was a gap between Lu Huadan and the gentleness and innocence she knew.

The cooking aunt is on vacation today, and Jiang Ling's task is also quite arduous.

She stood at the door with her things in hand, and called to the living room again, "Can you peel garlic?"

"Yes!" Wen Yu trotted forward and successfully took over the important task of helping out.

The clear water was rushing, and Jiang Ling took the trouble to wash a piece of lettuce four times, "The knife is on the counter behind you."

While chopping vegetables, Jiang Ling caught a glimpse of her struggling to peel the skin, and the thin purple skin couldn't be peeled off no matter what, so she couldn't help but reminded her out of disgust.

"Okay." Wen Yu paused with her fingertips, and she could already feel the disdain in the boss's words.

How could Secretary-General Wen, who is proficient in the workplace, be willing to be looked down upon? The unyielding energy in her heart was aroused, and she picked up a knife and squatted on the ground to work hard.

"I remember that your hometown is in Yuncheng, why haven't you come home for so many years?" Jiang Ling put cabbage on each plate, asking this question, on the one hand, to enliven the atmosphere and care about the subordinates, on the other hand, it was really pure curiosity.

There was a softness in Wen Yu's eyes, and then annoyance surged, "It's from Yuncheng, but I'm usually busy with work."

Jiang Ling suddenly recalled Secretary-General Wen who was still dealing with urgent tasks remotely on New Year's Eve last year, feeling a little guilty in her heart, and said calmly, "Do you want me to give you a month off?"

Not to ask, but to affirm.

Five times the salary!Wen Yu was taken aback, and refused repeatedly: "No need for Mr. Jiang, I am willing to die at work!" She almost raised three fingers to swear to prove her determination to love work.

"Pay." Jiang Ling glanced at her lightly, and with a muffled sound, the back of the knife slashed on the pig bone.

Wen Yu saw that Jiang Ling raised and lowered the knife several times, and the bone stick with thick wrist was easily smashed open. She suddenly felt the marrow in her thigh convulsed, and the sharp look in her eyes when she looked at the cutting board made her terrified. , shrank his neck and said weakly: "...let's talk about it."

This time it was Jiang Ling's turn to be surprised. Why did she feel so depressed during the vacation, "Yuncheng's water transportation is very developed, and the group's new project needs on-site inspections. You..."

From the branch directly back to the headquarters system, smart people know that this is an opportunity for promotion that cannot be met.

The temptation of huge benefits, but Wen Yu was unmoved, "I just want to follow Mr. Jiang, and I don't want to go to other departments." The subordinate unconsciously exerted force, and the blade barely grazed his fingertips, cutting open the tender flesh .

"Okay." Jiang Ling laughed, a tomato was spun on the cutting board, and it was split in half with a single knife.

Seeing that the boss no longer entangled this issue, Wen Yu secretly heaved a sigh of relief. He couldn't say that he was afraid of going home for a blind date, right? Is this a disaster that all single professional women cannot escape?

A small bowl of garlic cloves finally sprang up. Wen Yu supported her waist and straightened up, complaining silently in her heart, thinking that her waist had never been so sore when she was in love.

The next second, she was shocked by the large and small plates on the counter. She closed her eyes and opened them again, and there was another dessert that was not considered a dessert - "Candied Tomatoes"

It was almost like magic, and she vaguely remembered that there was only a stack of empty plates on it before she squatted down.

"Can you cut onions?" Jiang Ling took out a sharp knife from the knife holder and rubbed it on the sharpening rod a few times. The tip of the knife had a shiny metallic luster.

"Of course." Wen Yu sneered. After all, she is also an independent woman in the new era. Although she is not as strong as Mr. Jiang, her strength should not be underestimated!

"Okay." Jiang Ling bowed her waist, her eyes were fixed on the meat on the cutting board, the light and shadow of the sword flew, and a whole piece of pork was broken into pieces.

"Dong dong dong" the sound of chopping meat came one after another, and the two knives crossed and fell quickly. Wen Yu was dazzled. After a short time, he watched the piece of meat turn into minced meat.

Jiang Ling cracked an egg into it, served with a series of fishy-removing ingredients such as coriander and shallots, mixed, stirred, starched and kneaded, and the pink pork and coriander balls were neatly placed on the plate. Pad a piece of green cucumber.

The casserole on the fire was gurgling and steaming, and a pair of black disposable gloves were ruthlessly thrown into the trash can. Jiang Ling washed her hands and poured the stewed barley water into the thermos cup, "I'm going out Go ahead and chop the onion."

"Promise to complete the task." Wen Yu chuckled, swearing.

"Damn it, can this local chicken know how to play..." Lu Linshen has recently become obsessed with fair play games. Since the day before New Year's Day, he has never taken his eyes off his phone.

Seeing the surprise, Jiang Ling passed her up the stairs expressionlessly, and tapped on the door of the studio on the second floor with her index finger bent.

"Wait a moment." Shen Qingchuan paused with his fingertips, and made a last stroke with the pen tip of his left hand.

The window sill of the room, at her feet, and even the trash can are full of papers. The content on them ranges from the simplest structure to complex perspective drawings, and the lines gradually change from trembling and bending to straight and smooth.

Jiang Ling didn't wait for a few minutes, and the door opened with a "squeak".

Her eyes were clear, and she handed over the thermos in her hand, "It's time to eat."

The warm air of barley water breathed on Shen Qingchuan's face, she took a sip, the sweet taste instantly wiped away her tiredness, her eyes were narrowed, "Thank you."

Jiang Ling glanced behind the door curiously, only to see the darkness, "Can I go in and have a look?"

Her stomach was warm, and Shen Qingchuan's face was a little rosy. She thought of the copy that she barely finished today, and her hand-painting ability was estimated to have only recovered to about half of its peak level, so she felt a little hesitant.

"It'll be a while." She smiled, but the smile didn't reach her eyes.

Jiang Ling nodded, very calm, but Shen Qingchuan could read her frustration from the slightly changing facial expression.

He looked very much like Lu Weiguo who failed in courtship.

The two looked at each other quietly for a while, Shen Qingchuan was defeated by her pitiful eyes, so he compromised and said, "Just...just watch for a minute."

I don't know where I learned to act like a baby, so I have to praise it very much to my liking.

"Pa-ta" Shen Qingchuan reached out to press the indoor light, and reluctantly moved his footsteps to the side.

"Ah!" The short scream downstairs woke them up.

Shen Qingchuan closed the door so quickly that the wind lifted her hair, "Go down and have a look."

"What's wrong?" Jiang Ling asked coldly.

Lu Linshen held up the kitchen knife in a daze. He was still tense in front of Wen Yu, but the moment he saw Shen Qingchuan, tears rolled down his face, "Beauty Shen, I cut it!"

Although Lu Linshen rated himself as a tenth-level gourmet connoisseur, he had never touched a kitchen knife.

Shen Qingchuan held her tender little hand, pressed the bleeding on her fingertips, and said worriedly: "Jiang Ling, do you want to ask Dr. Liu to come and take a look?"

"I found a Band-Aid!" Wen Yu rushed in panting, and the kitchen with four people squeezed into it was a bit cramped.

Ji Yao held a bottle of red wine, looked at the open door and the empty living room and meditated, this is Lu Linshen's way of hospitality?

"Is anyone there?" She crossed the threshold, and a faint sobbing sound came from the corner. The sound was so familiar that she felt a thump in her heart.

"Why are you all crowded here?" Ji Yao leaned against the kitchen doorframe, "Is there a meeting?"

Several people in the kitchen were in a hurry to stop Lu Linshen's bleeding, and they didn't even notice the figure that suddenly appeared at the door.

"Pain, pain, pain!" Lu Linshen exclaimed, a few drops of bright red blood dripped on the pure white marble floor, which was particularly eye-catching.

The bright red on the floor hurt Ji Yao's eyes, and she finally saw Lu Linshen who was surrounded in the middle. Her brows were slightly lowered, and she squeezed in directly, and swallowed her fingertips that were still bleeding.

The busy people were quiet for a moment, and Wen Yu's ears felt hot. She fanned her hands in a concealed manner, "Why is it so hot, I'll go out to get some air."

Shen Qingchuan pulled Jiang Ling over, and put warm palms on her eyes, "Don't look, you need needle eyes."

Jiang Ling blinked her eyes and stood obediently.

"Why are you here?" Lu Linshen stopped crying suddenly, and a tear from the corner of his eye fell on Ji Yao's face.

Ji Yao closed her eyes, and with one finger in her mouth, she spoke indistinctly, "You invited me here."

"When did I invite you?!" Lu Lin twitched his hands deeply, but he didn't expect to remain motionless.

Ji Yao clasped her wrist, tasted a fishy sweetness on the tip of her tongue, distressed flashed in her eyes, she lowered her eyebrows and said pleasantly: "The night before yesterday, you... um..."

"Okay, then don't say it, I remember." Lu Lin covered her mouth with deep eyes and hands, showing embarrassment.

Shen Qingchuan squinted her eyes, she remembered that the day before yesterday was Lu Linshen's last working day.