Lovers torture themselves every day

Ji Yan didn't know that he was already on the blacklist of his own brand's anchor, but even if he knew, he wouldn't care too much.

Now that the Internet world is so developed, the cost for people to obtain information is gradually decreasing. Even if he claims that his products are effective, he has to be believed. Check the ingredient list and then check the papers, etc. It is not clear what the effect is.

Ji Yan is a bit inherited from Ji's father, he is what he should be, and he will not exaggerate against his conscience.

This is one of the reasons why their products can be the leader in the skin care industry.

President Ji took a walk in their factory just now, and after checking the progress, he felt that everything was fine, and now he went back to the company and sat on a chair in the office.

The scenery outside the floor-to-ceiling windows is good. Standing here, you can overlook the entire building. The skyscrapers in the distance face the building. When the weather is clear, the sky is as red as haze, and half of the sky is golden, even if it is not a very ambitious one. People, who are used to seeing these beautiful scenery, will also have a kind of heroic feeling in their hearts.

President Ji leaned back in his chair lazily, feeling a little 'this is the country I inherited' in his heart.

While watching, the phone rang.

Ji Yan was slightly dissatisfied, wondering who called at this time?Didn't you see that he was admiring the inherited country?

As a result, I took out my phone and looked at it, and it was gone.

Mother called.

Ji Yan silently retracted her stretched long legs, and sat upright to answer the phone: "Mom."

Ji's mother's distorted voice came from the phone: "Xiaoyan, did mother bother you at work?" The tone was very soft and gentle.

Ji Yan said: "No, I'm resting."

Ji's mother said: "That's good, don't be too tired." Most mothers are like this. When they care about their children's health, they always have admonishing words: "Have you eaten yet? Are you busy at the company? Don't always worry about it." Work, you have to pay attention to recuperating your body, you know?"

Ji Yan replied one by one: "I have already eaten at noon, and I am not too busy."

"Pay attention to rest."

Ji's mother breathed a sigh of relief, and then asked, "what about Xiao Fu? Has he gone to work today?"

Ji Yan said truthfully: "No, I let him rest at home." Fu Siyuan was injured more than him at the time, and now he has lost his memory and is recuperating at home today.

Ji's mother said: "That's okay, don't work overtime, go back early after get off work today."

Ji Yan agreed.

After finishing the call, Ji Yan worked for a while. After five o'clock in the afternoon, the assistant saw Mr. Ji walking straight out of the office.

In fact, the person is quite strange, he was fine when Fu Siyuan came to pick him up every afternoon, but today Fu Siyuan didn't come, Ji Yan felt a little uncomfortable.

He shook his head and screened out the thoughts in his mind, and went home.

The house is empty, and the baby is probably making noise in the backyard, quietly and silently.Ji Yan pushed the door open and went in.

Very well, there is no one in the living room.

Fu Siyuan went out?

This was Ji Yan's first thought.

Reluctantly, he looked around again, and finally found Fu Siyuan in the study.

Fu Siyuan sat at the desk with his back facing him. There was a stack of papers on the desk, and his wife was holding a pen in his hand. The tip of the pen had a rounded curve, as if he was drawing something.

Seeing him come back, Fu Siyuan put down what he was doing, got up quickly and said, "Ji Yan, you're back."

The chair under him slid on the floor with harsh sounds because of the excessive range of motion. Fu Siyuan was like a bride in ancient times who had just walked through the door to welcome her husband back home, nervous, excited and uneasy.

In fact, he did.

If calculated according to his state of mind, Fu Siyuan is still at the stage of just confirming his relationship. At this time, he has no idea, his eyes are full of fear that he is not doing well enough, and he can't wait to spend 120 thoughts on making the other party happy.

And Ji Yan is now in the mentality of an old man, so he feels that it is good for both parties to feel comfortable with each other.

So Ji Yan was taken aback by Fu Siyuan's sudden standing up.

What are you so excited about?

He is not leading the inspection.

Ji Yan said: "It's okay, you write your stuff."

Fu Siyuan said: "I have finished writing."

Okay.

Ji Yan came out of the study and returned to the bedroom. He took off his work clothes and changed into home clothes. He asked Fu Siyuan, "What shall we have for dinner tonight?"

Fu Siyuan said: "I've already done it."

"Done?" Ji Yan was surprised, he looked at the time: "It's only a quarter past five in the afternoon."

He hasn't come back at this time, so he should be on the road with Fu Siyuan.

Fu Siyuan nodded, this body can cook, and he can do it with ease.

It might be of some use.

Fu Siyuan thought.

Ji Yan followed Fu Siyuan to the kitchen, and he could faintly smell the aroma of the food in the air. He opened the food that was still warm and took a look, good guy, this must be too much.

The steamed sea bass is placed on the plate, the fish is covered with shredded green onions, the aroma is tangy after the hot oil is poured, the color of the stewed beef brisket is also attractive, the flavor of the tomato blends with the beef, and there are other The vegetables were placed in order, and Ji Yan counted them, at least eight plates.

Not to mention the two of them, even if there were two more, they wouldn't be able to finish the meal.

Ji Yan said: "You should wait for me to come back and do it together."

His lover has already done it, so he won't say "why are there so many" such slightly disheartening words.

It's just that cooking is troublesome. Fu Siyuan doesn't know how long he has been cooking so many dishes. Although he is not very good at cooking, it's okay to help choose a dish.

Fu Siyuan cooks a large table of dishes by himself, and Ji Yan feels a little bit offended.

Fu Siyuan didn't say anything, he just brought it out and put it on the dining table, telling Ji Yan to eat it quickly after washing his hands.

When Ji Yan was eating, Fu Siyuan looked at him. The young man in front of him had a sense of slowness when eating, his mouth would not be stuffed with food, and he didn't particularly like any dish. He had a gentle feeling.

Ji Yan sandwiched a piece of beef, and the tomato beef brisket was Fu Siyuan's most cooked dish. It was the first time Fu Siyuan made this at that time.

He took a sip, and the aroma of tomato blended with the beef, and the delicious aroma came out, still the same taste as before.

Even if Fu Siyuan lost his memory, he would subconsciously make this dish.

He looked at his lover sitting across from him. Most likely, his browbones were sharp and silent, so he looked gloomy with few words, as if many things were pressed in his heart and weighed heavily.

Fu Siyuan saw the young man on the opposite side suddenly put down his chopsticks. He looked at the dishes on the table and thought to himself: "Isn't it to your liking?"

He took out the vegetables and meat from the refrigerator and made them. He was not sure about this person's taste, so he could only rely on some teaching videos and the habits left behind by this body.

Ji Yan smiled and said, "No, it's delicious."

It's just that at that moment just now, he suddenly felt a little regretful. If Fu Siyuan still had memory, he would still be able to remember what happened at that time now.

The person in front of him had exquisite eyebrows and bright eyes, and when he smiled, it was like nebula in his eyes, but just now there was a flash of nostalgia in his eyes, like quicksand.

Fu Siyuan paused, and his fingertips tensed for a moment. What is he missing?

Fu Siyuan tried his best to keep his tone normal, and he tried to speak as nonchalantly as possible: "What were you thinking just now?"

Ji Yan picked up the chopsticks again, his palm was white, his right wrist bone was slightly protruding, like the color of new snow: "It's nothing." He said: "It's just that you cooked for me for the first time, and you also made this dish .”

He pointed to the tomato beef brisket on the table.

Fu Siyuan looked at it, this person is not necessarily picky when eating, but he likes to pick the dish that is close to him, only this one is an exception.

"Like this dish?"

Ji Yan is not picky about food, neither likes nor dislikes. Fu Siyuan's cooking skills have been stable in the past few years of marriage, and basically there is nothing bad in the food that passes through his hands, so Ji Yan is even less picky.

He said, "Everything you make is delicious, and I like it all."

Although he liked all of them, this one was the only one he liked more.

Fu Siyuan lowered his eyes, his eyelashes covered his deep eyes, so it's just because this dish is the first time Yuanshen made it so special?

The time for a meal passed quickly. After Ji Yan satiated with wine, he got up to help carry the bowls and chopsticks into the kitchen. Fu Siyuan bent over to put the bowls and chopsticks into the dishwasher.

His movements are neither fast nor slow, and there is a kind of stubborn seriousness when he is so focused on doing one thing.

Ji Yan heard Fu Siyuan suddenly say: "Ji Yan?"

Ok?

Ji Yan blinked.

"This time, I used fresh tomatoes and tomato sauce to stew the beef brisket this time. The water for the stew is the water used for blanching the beef brisket."

Ji Yan looked at his lover in a daze.

If you say this to a person who can barely tell the difference between garlic sprouts and shallots, you are completely out of class.

Ji Yan: "So. So?"

Fu Siyuan's tone was a little inadvertently proud, as if he said calmly: "So this taste is probably different from the ones I made before. This is the first time I made it for you."

It has nothing to do with the original body!

The taste is different.

Ji Yan: "Oh, thank you for your hard work."

Death laughing, tastes exactly the same.

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