President, he can't control the Shura field.

After the meeting, Jian Fanchen finally stretched himself.He touched his stomach, he was a little hungry.

When he subconsciously picked up his phone and was about to find Xiaoan, he realized that he was at home.

He got up and walked out of the study, the living room was silent and no one was there.

He was suddenly a little unaccustomed, and glanced at the door.

There was a box by the door, he guessed it belonged to Cheng Lian, but Cheng Lian's shoes were not there, nor were Jian Zhuo's shoes.

He never stays at home at noon on weekdays, and his usual meals are also arranged.

He had to solve lunch by himself today, he thought for a while, walked to the kitchen, and remembered the tomato scrambled eggs fried by Jian Zhuo yesterday.

He remembered the steps, and he felt he could do it too.

In order to have a sense of ceremony, he also dug out the usual apron of the part-time worker.

I didn't have much confidence at first, but after putting on the apron, I seemed to have the illusion that I was a skilled worker.

He took out the eggs and tomatoes from the refrigerator, and laid out the seasonings to be used one by one.

But, like most web articles, the CEO doesn't have a talent for cooking, and neither does he.

Just the first cracking of eggs stumped him.

Yesterday I saw that the beating was so easy, the chopsticks collided with the glass bowl and made a clear and high-frequency impact sound, but when he came to him, he became stuttering and accidentally spilled the egg liquid.

Don't panic, it's not time to actually fire, he told himself.

When it was time to start the fire, the ingredients were put into the pan. He strictly followed the steps to heat the pan, add oil, and add garlic.

As a result, the oil temperature was not controlled properly, and the tomato skin was still stained with water, and the hot oil splashed and crackled, making him almost abandon the pot and run away in fright.

When Jian Zhuo came back from the outside, as soon as the door opened, he could smell a burning smell.

Jian Fanchen was wearing a pink plaid apron, standing in the kitchen, staring at a dish on the cooking table with a complicated expression.

"Boss Jian? What are you doing?" Jian Zhuo quickly put down the bag in his hand and rushed into the kitchen.

Jian Fanchen was very aggrieved, just like the aggrieved rabbit on his apron: "The first attempt failed."

Jian Zhuo looked around the kitchen filled with oily smoke and burnt smell, and looked at Jian Fanchen in surprise: "Boss Jian, this dish...you made it?"

It's really hard to tell what kind of dish it is, but judging from the shells on the counter, there should be eggs.

Jian Fanchen nodded, and put down the spatula in his hand embarrassingly.

"Are you not injured?" Jian Zhuo asked worriedly.

"No..." Jian Fanchen was choked and coughed twice, tears came out of the cough, and he quickly waved his hand to deny it.

Jian Zhuo's expression finally relaxed, and he went to turn on the range hood, took the pot into the sink, and turned on the faucet.

While cleaning up the cooking table, he turned around and asked, "Boss Jian, why are you cooking all of a sudden? I just went downstairs to get takeaway."

Jian Fanchen is like a child who did something wrong: "I'm just hungry, I remembered the tomato scrambled eggs you made yesterday, and I want to try cooking."

Jian Zhuo turned his head to look at the plate of dark food, and asked, "Is this tomato scrambled eggs?"

Jian Fanchen awkwardly picked up the plate of failed experiments, and turned around to dump it into the trash can.

"Don't throw it away." Jian Zhuo realized that he seemed to have said something wrong, and immediately turned around and took the plate from his hand, "Don't waste it."

Jian Fanchen was taken aback, and said, "This is inedible, it's so dark, it will be poisoned."

Gougou began to protect the food again, smelled it, and said with a smile, "Did you put soy sauce?"

"Yeah," Jian Fanchen scratched his head, "I found out after searching online that salt should be added."

Jian Zhuo picked up the spoon on the plate and took a sip.

It's salty and bitter, hard to swallow: "It's delicious, it's the first time I can make it like this, Mr. Jian!"

The look in the eyes of the puppy was too sincere, which made Jian Fanchen suspicious, and picked up the chopsticks to taste it.

Jian Zhuo took the opportunity to move the plate away: "Boss Jian, don't eat this, I asked the company cafeteria to deliver takeaways, all of which are your favorite dishes."

Jian Fanchen turned his head and glanced at the paper bag on the porch table, and gave up the idea of ​​eating his own food.

"So you went to pick up the takeaway, thank you." He happily took the takeaway bag to the dining table, "Is there any boiled beef?"

Jian Zhuo smiled and brought tomato scrambled eggs to the dining table, and said, "Boss Jian, take off your apron before eating."

Jian Fanchen was stunned for a moment, and looked down. He didn't feel it just now, but now he realizes that Pink Grid and Little White Rabbit are not suitable for him as a boss.

He took off the apron embarrassingly: "It belongs to the part-time auntie. I think the rabbit pattern is quite cute."

"It's cute." Jian Zhuo lowered his head, his face was a little red.

Jian Fanchen put the apron back, saw that Jian Zhuo was still eating his dark dishes, and quickly said, "Let's put this dish down, let's eat the company's takeaway."

Jian Zhuo shook his head, how could he give up, this was Jian Fanchen's first cooking.

Seeing Jian Fanchen devoting himself to eating Sichuan cuisine, Jian Zhuo also ate tomato scrambled eggs contentedly.

Jian Fanchen embarrassedly pushed the Sichuan food in front of him, and he politely picked up a piece of meat, and continued to eat tomato scrambled eggs after eating.

Jian Fanchen asked: "Can you really eat it? Isn't it salty?"

"I have a heavy mouth, just right." Jian Zhuo smiled, and ate another piece of tomato, which was bitter and sweet.

Jian Fanchen didn't understand, but he couldn't stop him, the dog guarded food tightly, like a wayward child.

"By the way, is Cheng Lian back?" Jian Fanchen asked.

"Well," Jian Zhuo said, "I came back and went out again."

"Where did he go?" Jian Fanchen asked.

As soon as he finished asking, he heard the door card beep, and Cheng Lian opened the door and came in, holding a bouquet of flowers and a bag of fruit in his hand.

Jian Fanchen asked, "Are you going to buy flowers?"

Jian Zhuo glanced at the door, and saw that it was the same bouquet as the one brought to the office last time.

Delicate, light, floral sweet and fresh.

"Well, I also bought some fruit. Mr. Jian, I'll make you some fruit tea this afternoon, so your throat won't be so dry during meetings." Cheng Lian didn't know how to cook, but he wanted to do something. Just make tea.

He placed the bouquet on the dining table, and the scent of the flowers mingled with the aroma of the food.

Jian Zhuo was eating, expressionless and silent.

"I haven't drank fruit tea for a long time, and my throat is really dry these two days." Jian Fanchen said, "Let's have some lunch together first. Jianzhuo ordered the company's takeaway, and I have something light for you."

Cheng Lian rolled up his shirt sleeves neatly, exposing half of his slender arms, and walked towards the kitchen, saying in a relaxed tone, "I'm really a little hungry."

He washed his hands, walked to the dining table and sat down, Jian Zhuo gave him the lunch box he ordered.

"Thank you." He took the lunch box, glanced at the plate in front of Jianzhuo, and frowned, "What did you eat? It's all mushy."

"Tomato scrambled eggs, you don't like it." Jian Zhuo replied, and took another bite into his mouth.

Jian Fanchen supported his forehead and said, "My dark food."

The expression on Cheng Lian's face retracted, and he turned to look at Jian Fanchen: "Boss Jian, are you cooking?"

"A failed attempt," he joked. "People should not easily step out of their comfort zone, or they will be unlucky. Is it uncomfortable to lie down?"

Cheng Lian didn't speak, raised his eyebrows, and when he looked back, Jian Zhuo had already stood up and took the plate to the sink, there was nothing left on the plate.

For Jian Fanchen's first time, he ate all of it, leaving nothing for others.

"Actually, it's just that the soy sauce is dark in color, and the taste is really okay." Jian Zhuo emphasized again, anyway, there is no proof, he said that delicious is delicious.

But Jian Fanchen watched Jian Zhuo eat up all his dark dishes, on the one hand he was a little guilty, on the other hand he was not so depressed, there were still people who could eat the dishes he cooked, and he didn't dare to eat them himself.

Although he knew that Jian Zhuo was trying to save face, he had to admit that it was always heart-warming.

After Jian Zhuo put down the plate, he directly sat back at the dining table.

Jian Fanchen looked at him, walked towards the refrigerator with a smile, and took three bottles of sparkling water.One bottle per person.

Although he didn't say it, it was obvious that he was afraid of seeing the burning thirst.

After eating, Cheng Lian went to make fruit tea.

Jian Fanchen looked at the tall figure in the kitchen, and even the movements of making tea were so elegant, like a scene in a movie.

A fairy man who doesn't eat fireworks in the world really shouldn't be in the kitchen, he thought.

After 10 minutes, Cheng Lian brought up the fruit tea, placed three glass cups, and poured half a cup into each.

In the transparent teacups, the fruit tea is crystal clear, and there are two rose petals floating on the surface of one of the cups.

Cheng Lian put down the teapot, and pushed the cup with rose petals in front of Jian Fanchen.

"Jane always give it a try and see if you get used to it. If you don't get used to it, I'll improve it." He said.

There are two cups left, one for Jian Zhuo and one for himself.

"Thank you." Jian Zhuo said, but didn't drink.

"Thank you," Jian Fanchen smiled, picked up the tea cup and smelled it, and sighed, "It smells so good."

Cheng Lian kept looking at Jian Fanchen until Jian Fanchen took a sip before he asked, "How is it?"

"Well, it's very refreshing, with fruit acid and floral fragrance, it's delicious." He said with a smile.

Cheng Lian also smiled: "As long as you like it."

"You try too." Cheng Lian looked at Jian Zhuo.

Jian Zhuo picked up the cup, took a sip, and nodded.

sour.

After drinking two cups of tea, Jian Fanchen felt that his throat was refreshing, and he was refreshed. He was not sleepy when he was supposed to take a nap.

Sure enough, it was refreshing. He could read another dozen documents.

"By the way, we're only going for two days. You brought such a big suitcase?" Jian Fanchen looked at the oversized stainless steel suitcase and asked Cheng Lian.

"Yeah." Cheng Lian stood up suddenly, went to the door and pushed the box over, "There are a lot of things, but they are all useful."

He opened the box next to the sofa, and took out the big black shark doll from it: "The main thing is that I brought a lot of things for inspiration."

Jian Zhuo turned his head, his eyes changed, and he looked at Jian Fanchen again.

Jian Fanchen asked curiously: "Have you been using it for inspiration?"

Cheng Lian nodded: "This way I can remember the feeling of that day."

He took out the black shark, put it on the sofa, and carried the box into the bedroom.

Jian Zhuo glanced at Hei Sha again, turned around and said to Jian Fanchen, "President Jian, I forgot to ask you just now."

"What's wrong?" Jian Fanchen asked.

"Which flight are you going to West Island? Can I come with you?" Jian Zhuo asked sincerely.

"West Island?" Jian Fanchen thought for a while, "Xiao An hasn't sent me the flight information yet. But..."

He looked at Jian Zhuo: "You mean you want to go too?"

Jian Zhuo nodded with a smile.

Before Jian Fanchen could ask, Cheng Lian walked out of the room.

"I heard from Secretary An that this time, the number of places in the West Island and the location of the hotel are very tight. If you bring an extra person, you may have to apply." Cheng Lian said, with no emotion in his voice.

Jian Zhuo looked over and said, "I have an invitation letter, but the ticket has not been booked yet. If there is still space on the flight, we can go together."