After rebirth, I want to destroy my original family

The snow is clear, and the winter sunshine is shining thinly, strands, indifferent and kind.

Gu Ming moved his chair to the dormitory balcony and chatted with his roommates while basking in the sun. It was not until 1:1 in the afternoon when he felt sleepy from the sun that he patted his butt and turned around to leave.

"Gu Ge is not loyal. He even runs around during the winter solstice and doesn't even sit in the Internet cafe."

"You can't blame him. He has business to do, which is different from us. Brothers must learn to understand and tolerate."

Cui Wenzhong's eyes widened and he didn't understand how this kind of thing could happen to Li Minghe.

But when he came to his senses, he found that Lao Li had already changed his clothes and put on a scarf. He opened the door without saying a word and was about to leave.

"Old Li, what are you doing again?"

"I'm going to talk about a relationship, remember, learn to tolerate."

"?????"

Half an hour later, Gu Ming strolled to the company and heard a burst of extremely lively sounds coming from inside.

Deng Xuanxuan, Han Xiaochu, Xiaoyou and Yue Qian were chatting and making noodles. Next to them was Liu Shuran's double-knife turkey cosplay, which was chopping stuffing like crazy on the chopping board. They were all red-eyed.

"Boss, happy winter solstice!"

Gu Ming reached out and took off his down jacket and handed it to Shi Yueqian: "Happy Winter Solstice, have all the payments for the goods in each dormitory been collected?"

Zhao Jing heard the sound and said: "We have collected it all, and the accountant has recorded it all. For some merchants with large advances and tight capital turnover, we have already issued them first, and the remaining payments have been arranged for early January."

"It's best to unify the settlement time and not mess it up, otherwise the later reconciliation work will increase Xu Yu's workload."

The accountant was rubbing his face and smiled honestly: "It's okay, boss. With Zhao Jing and Xuanxuan helping me, work is quite easy."

Gu Ming nodded and walked around Liu Shuran: "I just ate dumplings from the cafeteria this morning, and the filling was really not very tasty."

Liu Shuran immediately turned around after hearing this: "Boss, please try my Liu's secret filling later."

"Ms. Liu again? Old Liu, why didn't you learn to be a chef? Our country is really at a huge loss, otherwise we would have to create a separate cuisine for you."

"The University of Finance and Economics does not have this major, otherwise I would definitely apply."

Liu Shuran stopped his knife and wiped his sweat, feeling that the difference between having one less chef and one more Shuran in the world shouldn't be that big.

"Let's put a coin in it later. Whoever eats it will get a kiss from my boss. How about it?"

Gu Ming looked at the bowl full of stuffing and had a sudden thought.

"Huh? Then I won't eat, I'll just eat hot pot."

"Shut up, if you don't want anger, don't the other female employees want it? It's so selfish!"

The girls in Xinghuo looked at each other, and their sweet laughter suddenly sounded: "Boss, even if we want you, we don't dare to give it to you. Why can't the boss lady kick your knees to pieces?"

"It's a bit disrespectful for you to talk like this."

Gu Ming said something bluffingly, and then remembered the scene of Zhou Xiaoyao kicking out the test machine in the game city. He laughed and did not continue the topic, as if nothing just happened had never happened, but his knees were aching. It looks like Lao Han’s legs are broken.

"It's better to wrap a coin in it. It'll be a lucky draw and a kiss. The reward will be 5 yuan."

"The coin is so dirty, I don't know how many people have touched it."

Han Xiaochu thought for a while and took a piece of chocolate from the snack box next to him: "Just wrap it in this one, at least it will be cleaner than coins."

"Okay, chocolate dumplings, very creative, with a small black mouth, quite delicious."

Gu Ming wiped his hands and turned to look at Yang Yang: "Old Yang, have you bought the hot pot ingredients I asked you to buy?"

"I didn't buy it. We don't have a refrigerator in the office. It's so hot in the room. I'm afraid it will melt if I buy it."

Yang Yang was tinkering with the TV that he had applied for last time and had been useless, but after a long time, there was still only one snowflake.

After hearing this, Gu Ming clicked his tongue: "What's the problem without a refrigerator? Principal Zhang is also serious. I can't remember it. Can't he take the initiative to send one?"

The corner of Yang Yang's mouth twitched: "Boss, your face is thicker than the dumpling wrappers rolled out by Deng Xuanxuan."

"Huh? Deng Xuanxuan knows how to roll out dumpling wrappers?"

"When I came here, I tried rolling out a piece. It looked like an old man wearing a hat and holding a dog. It was an art."

Gu Ming was extremely happy: "Where is Deng Xuanxuan? Call her over and ask her to perform for me on the spot."

Yang Yang raised his head: "Deng Xuanxuan gave up on herself and went next door. Oh, by the way, the boss's wife is also next door. She came over early in the morning."

"Who else?"

"No, it's just the two of them."

"..."

Gu Ming's expression changed and he stood up immediately.

Fortunately, Deng Xuanxuan was watching a normal drama with headphones, and she didn't even notice anyone coming in. No door to a new world was opened.

Zhou Xiaoyao was lying on his desk and fell asleep. His long, silky hair was hanging down, dyed orange by the sunlight outside the window. His eyelashes were curved, his sleeping face was cute, his waist was plump and well-shaped, and his snow-white skin was soft and soft. smooth.

He reached for Zhou Xiaoyao's down jacket and gently put it on her. Then he heard the girl talking in her sleep.

After lowering his head and listening for a while, Gu Ming's eyes were a little complicated.

Are you calling my name in your dreams?

The situation is very bad...

Gu Ming was silent for a while, then pulled up a chair and sat down. He looked at Zhou Xiaoyao for a long time in the afternoon sun. His mood gradually became anxious, so he reached out and picked up the newspaper the teacher put on the table.

"Ten new shares are issued in a row, and there may be surprises for unpopular subscriptions."

“The new policy details for second-home mortgages have been introduced, and the down payment ratio has been reduced to 2%.”

Gu Ming sat cross-legged in the sun, his expression meticulous, his eyes warm and deep.

An hour later, Zhou Xiaoyao woke up and was surprised when he saw Gu Ming, but did not move. He continued to lie on the table and looked at him with a cute and calm expression.

"Have you had enough sleep?" Gu Ming put down the newspaper.

"Gu Ming, have you eaten?"

"Not yet, I just finished making the skins and stuffing, and I'm waiting for the proprietress to take the lead in making dumplings."

"Then I'll go."

Gu Ming wiped his saliva and followed Gu Ming as he trotted all the way to the next door to make dumplings.

She had never tried it before, but she learned quickly and well. Kou Jing and the others praised the boss's wife for being so awesome, coaxing Zhou Xiaoyao to raise the corners of her mouth, and she couldn't even maintain her cold expression.

After the dumplings were wrapped, she held them up in her hands and handed them to Gu Ming to see.

Later, Deng Xuanxuan couldn't help itchy hands, so she came over and tried to imitate Zhou Xiaoyao, but gave up completely and swore that whoever cooks in this life is the dog.

Seeing the evening approaching, the snowflakes outside the window became much denser. Gu Ming was learning how to make Liuye dumplings when he suddenly received a call from Zhang Fangsong.

He handed the dumplings to Zhou Xiaoyao, wiped his hands on his apron, took out the phone and raised it to his ear.

"Gu Ming, the dumplings are very good. Thank you for thinking of me."

Gu Ming realized that it was Lu Huimin and the others who delivered the dumplings, and said with a smile: "Whatever the principal said, this is what students should do."

"By the way, how did you mix this stuffing? It's quite fragrant. I'll let my family learn from it and make it like you do in the future." Zhang Fangsong's voice was full of joy.

"?"

Gu Ming didn't know how Lu Huimin and the others mixed the stuffing. He coughed and said, "Principal, this is our Gu's secret stuffing. It is a kind of secret that is not passed down. Only the daughter-in-law can learn it after she comes in."

Zhou Xiaoyao on the side raised his head slightly, his eyelashes trembled slightly, and he accidentally pinched the stuffing out.

Zhang Fangsong couldn't help but chuckle on the phone: "Good guy, you have a patent for every dumpling filling? You are truly an entrepreneur. If you don't get rich, who will get rich?"

"Principal, this has nothing to do with money. The main reason is that I am a little cautious. I hope the principal will think of me when he wants to eat dumplings in the future."

"It's a blessing to praise you, that's all, you go ahead, I will arrange for someone to install the air conditioner for you tomorrow."

"Thank you, principal. Our company is short of a refrigerator. You really came in time."

"?????"

After hanging up the phone, Gu Ming received cordial greetings from Lao Zhang and Dai Qiaoling one after another, and they all gave full marks to the dumplings. It seemed that Lu Huimin and the others were really good at their craftsmanship, so it was not in vain for him to help find a classroom.

Kou Jing saw him hang up the phone and asked, "Boss, do you also have secret fillings?"

"Who doesn't have an ancestor?" Gu Ming looked arrogant.

"Is it true that only the daughter-in-law can learn it?"

"more or less."

Gu Ming was talking nonsense, turned around and found that the dumplings in Zhou Xiaoyao's hand were scattered.

what happened?

Didn't you learn quickly and well just now?

"Boss, it's almost time for dinner, how about making dumplings?"

"Cook it, I'm a little hungry too."

As soon as the voice fell, everyone began to put away the pots and pans quickly with their hands and feet, started to boil water to cook dumplings, and prepared hot pot by the way.

As the steam rose, the windows began to be covered with a layer of white mist. It didn't feel like celebrating the winter solstice, but more like celebrating the New Year.