The Little Fairy Wife Dressed As a Villain

Wen Ziming stood at the door and watched silently for a long time before stepping forward.

After finally getting his eyes comfortable, Bai Shuangshuang picked up the chopsticks and was about to eat noodles when a shadow suddenly fell in front of his eyes.

She subconsciously looked up.

Wen Ziming wasn't angry at first, but he felt an indescribable joy in his heart.

The appearance of Bai Shuangshuang when he was teasing him in the private room just now was very lively and cute.

Now, she looked at herself with red eyes, and she was very pitiful.

It seems like I'm going to cry anytime.

He was the one being scolded, why was she crying?

Little boy, sit down, what do you want to eat?

A middle-aged aunt moved a stool and put it behind Wen Ziming, and asked enthusiastically.

Wen Ziming had never been to this noodle restaurant, so he casually pointed to the bowl in front of Bai Shuangshuang, Be the same as her.

Okay, a bowl of pea pepper noodles.

Bai Shuangshuang hesitated for a while, seeing her aunt turned to greet other guests, she simply didn't remind her to put less pepper.

The single table is a small square table, just enough for one person to sit, but it seems crowded for two people.

Wen Ziming was a tall man of more than 1.8 meters, so crowded that it was inconvenient for Bai Shuangshuang to eat noodles, and he kept touching his chest.

She put down her chopsticks angrily, Go and sit next to me.

Wen Ziming didn't seem to hear her words, his eyes fell on the oily noodles in her bowl, Is this delicious?

Bai Shuangshuang sneered, It must not be as tasty as steak.

Did you put vinegar in the noodles?

Bai Shuangshuang looked at him inexplicably.

It smells a little sour.

...

Bai Shuangshuang ate the noodles with her head down, her ears were slightly red.

The pea noodles were served quickly, in a bamboo hat bowl with a big face, with a dough the size of an adult's fist in the middle, covered with a layer of yellow, yellow, green and green onion with pea paste on the surface.

Wen Ziming pushed his face to Bai Shuangshuang.

You eat this bowl.

Bai Shuangshuang looked at him with what's wrong with you.

Wen Ziming took a third of the noodles she ate with a natural expression, Your bowl looks delicious.

Bai Shuangshuang's lips moved, but she didn't say anything in the end.

Cough cough cough!

Before Bai Shuangshuang could mix the noodles evenly, the man next to him coughed violently.

The old noodle restaurant is Sichuan-Chongqing style, full of spiciness. For a man like Wen Ziming who doesn't like spicy food, even slightly spicy is enough, let alone super spicy.

Seeing Wen Ziming blushing from choking, Bai Shuangshuang couldn't bear it, got up and brought over a can of iced black tea.

After drinking half a can of iced tea, the burning feeling in my throat was finally suppressed.

Seeing Bai Shuangshuang took the noodle bowl back and ate the noodles without changing his face, Wen Ziming only felt that the pores of his body were sweating.

You eat so spicy?

The main thing is that the two usually eat at home, and Bai Shuangshuang takes care of his taste. Even if he cooks one or two spicy dishes occasionally, he only puts a little chili.

This gave Wen Ziming an illusion that he could eat whatever Bai Shuangshuang could eat.

Bai Shuangshuang ignored him.

Wen Ziming is the boss, it doesn't matter if she is late, she is an employee, not only will she be deducted for being late, but she will also be disciplined by the leader.

After eating the noodles in the bowl as quickly as possible, drinking two sips of tea, suppressing the taste of noodles in her mouth, Bai Shuangshuang took a paper towel and wiped her mouth before getting up to pay the bill.

Seeing her go, Wen Ziming made up his mind to get up and follow her.

The aunt who cleared the table called him, Little boy, do you still want to eat noodles?

Don't eat.

Auntie stopped him, You didn't eat this bite, our noodles are delicious, try it, don't waste it.

Wen Ziming had no choice but to explain, I'm going to work, I don't have time, you can feed it to others.

How can the noodles on the table be served to others? Wait, I'll get you a packed box and take it home to eat.

When Wen Ziming went out with the packed noodles, he only saw the back of Bai Shuangshuang walking quickly into the opposite business building.

After getting out of the elevator, Bai Shuangshuang walked towards the office area of ​​her department, when someone behind her suddenly patted her on the shoulder.

When she looked back, it was an employee from the same company who looked familiar but didn't know his name.

Hi, you're Bai Shuangshuang, right? I'm Wanyi from the marketing department.

Wan Yi, last year's sales champion, is now the head of the marketing department.

Bai Shuangshuang looked at each other in surprise and surprise, Manager Wan, hello.

Wan Yi smiled, You don't have to be so polite, I have something to ask you, can I talk to you?

Bai Shuangshuang raises her wrist to check the time in embarrassment, there are two minutes to 1:30.

Wan Yi took out her mobile phone in understanding, How about this, you add me on WeChat, and we can talk on WeChat later?

it is good.

Wen Ziming returned to the company, and handed the packaged noodles to his assistant Luo Wen, Heat it up.

Luo Wen, who didn't have time to eat lunch because of working overtime at the company, held the packing box and felt deeply, Thank you, Mr. Wen.

Wen Ziming took off his coat, turned around and looked at him inexplicably, You didn't eat?

Rowan smiled awkwardly but politely.

Why didn't I eat lunch, didn't you count?

You trained several department heads early in the morning, and all the plans were sent back to be redone. Don't those people ask him for advice (complaints)?

Leave the face to the secretary to heat up, and give you half an hour to eat.

Thank you, Mr. Wen.

The secretary who received the hot interview for work cried on the spot.

The noodles are all lumpy, why is it hot?

Another secretary came up with an idea: We have an old noodle shop downstairs, otherwise, go downstairs and buy a new one.

There is no other way.

20 minutes later.

The secretary tremblingly placed the re-bought pea pepper noodles in front of the big boss.

Wen Ziming didn't realize that this bowl of noodles was not the one he brought back, staring at the ruddy and shiny noodles, he said, Bring me a bottle of iced black tea, it needs to be frozen.

OK.

Everything was ready, Wen Ziming picked up the chopsticks, picked out a small strand of noodles and put them into his mouth.

Fresh, spicy and full of strength.

Although the spiciness is still beyond the standard, it is much better than the bowl at noon.

One sip of noodles and one sip of iced black tea. After four or five mouthfuls, I couldn't eat any more. My tongue was hot and painful, as if it wasn't my own.

Wen Ziming wiped the sweat from his forehead and neck with a paper towel, and at the same time ordered the secretary to bring in another bottle of iced black tea through the internal line.

When the secretary saw that his boss was sweating profusely, he thought it was the air conditioner that was not working.

Mr. Wen, do you need to lower the temperature of the air conditioner?

Wen Ziming shook his head, drank half a bottle of iced black tea in one gulp, and finally came back to life.

Secretary Yang, do you like spicy food?

Secretary Yang nodded quickly.

What about your boyfriend, does he eat spicy food?

Secretary Yang blushed, Mr. Wen, I don't have a boyfriend now.

Wen Ziming was a little strange, I remember you received flowers on Valentine's Day, didn't they come from your boyfriend?

Secretary Yang smiled embarrassedly, Ah, he is already an ex-boyfriend.

Wen Ziming was slightly startled.

It was rare for Secretary Yang to see his boss being so talkative, so he took the initiative to explain: My ex-boyfriend doesn't eat spicy food at all, and every time I go out to eat with him, I can only order light dishes.

Supper is always congee and wonton noodles, with him, even eating is not happy, not interesting at all, so we split.

Wen Ziming: ...