Immersive Fast Wear: The Anti-Strike Manual of the Heartthrob

Time passed minute by minute, and the eagerness in Jiang Weiche's eyes almost burned him out.

The fearless and arrogant woman began to try to avoid it, but when she felt the strong arm around her waist, she struggled to get away.

“The coffee is delicious.”

Jiang Wei Che helped the man to stand up, and the comment that Zhu Hua Yan had been expecting finally came.

"Oh...oh, I know."

Zhu Huayan turned his back to Jiang Weiche to calm down, and responded a little slowly.

There was silence in the office for a long while. Zhu Huayan consolidated her opinion of Jiang Weiche before continuing with her "step-by-step" plan.

"Then I, then is there anything else you want me to do?"

"Also, where is my office? Don't I have a place to work?"

At this point, Zhu Huayan realized that there was only a desk in front of Jiang Weiche in the huge office, so where was her own workplace?

"Don't worry for now. Your office is in my office. I arranged for someone to customize the desk yesterday. It will be delivered this afternoon."

Jiang Weiche returned to his seat and sat down, his voice gentle and soothing.

"Where do I sit in the morning? Also, do I have any other work to do after pouring the coffee?"

Zhu Huayan was somewhat dissatisfied with Jiang Weiche's words.

What’s going on? I’ve come to work and his desk isn’t even ready. Could he be regretting it now because he has another assistant?

Jiang Weiche saw through her thoughts, helplessly held his forehead, and explained:

"The job of a life assistant is to assist with some daily chores, which is not a busy job. For me, it is just three meals a day, preparing coffee to stimulate my spirit, and helping to organize some documents and other chores."

"I didn't plan to hire a life assistant, so I didn't prepare a desk in advance, but the current work doesn't require a desk so urgently. You can look at some general company documents on the coffee table for now."

That meaning seems to have a hidden meaning.

"Oh..." Zhu Huayan responded with a guilty conscience. After half a minute, she asked in a low voice, "When will the desk arrive? I can't just sit on the sofa all the time."

Since it is said that it is a specially customized office desk, it is definitely not something you can buy anywhere outside.

"afternoon."

Customization takes time, but money makes the world go round. In just one day, you can get something that others cannot get in half a month.

"Didn't we agree yesterday that you would cook lunch for me? It happens that I'm not busy now and it's getting late. Why don't you go back to the villa and come over after the meal is ready?"

"it is good."

Zhu Huayan let out a long sigh, threw the document in his hand that was filled with densely written small characters on the coffee table, rubbed his dry eyes, and quickly pushed the door open and left as if someone was chasing him.

"Clang."

The office door was closed. Jiang Weiche recalled the moments he had spent with Zhu Huayan today. His brows, which had been furrowed by the tedious work, relaxed, and he felt a bit like the relaxed feeling he had when he was studying.

"Today's progress is good."

Jiang Weiche thought about it, lowered his head, and finally turned the page of the document that he had not turned since he hugged Zhu Huayan.

villa.

The usually quiet kitchen was now bustling with activity, with the occasional sound of a frightened woman audible.

"Aunt Li, please help me turn it over. It's fried so badly."

"Hmm, how much water do I need to add to steam rice?"

Half an hour passed.

"Did you add too much water? It's okay. Jiang Weiche is so busy at work, he must be suffering from internal heat. There's no harm in eating some light porridge."

"Haha, it's time for me to show off my skills. Aunt Li, you don't have to watch me. Cooking soup is what I am best at."

"Pork ribs, throw them in. Corn, throw them in. Carrots, throw them in."

"Don't forget the chopped green onions. Put them in."

There was obviously only one person, but she turned it into a lively scene with 18 chefs cooking together.

This cannot be blamed on Zhu Huayan. Although she has cooked before, she has only cooked a pot of soup with all the ingredients prepared.

Now she has to steam rice and cook, which is really beyond her ability.

However, "I am really talented!"

Zhu Huayan tasted a mouthful of the cooked "porridge". The rice was cooked thoroughly, and the natural rice aroma wafted out. It tasted good without adding anything.

After tasting just one dish, Zhu Huayan was full of confidence in herself and didn't think there would be any surprises with the other dishes.

When the last bowl of corn and pork ribs soup was ready, she was full of confidence. She took out the four-layer thermos bucket specially prepared by Aunt Li and put the prepared food into it.

One layer was porridge, one layer was stir-fried beef with coriander, one layer was corn and pork ribs soup, and the last layer was pickled radish made by Aunt Li, which she thought would look ugly if left empty.

"I'm leaving now, Aunt Li. See you tonight."

Zhu Huayan looked at the watch on her wrist. It was already half past eleven. She quickly picked up the thermos and took a bus to the company.

It was almost twelve o'clock when she arrived at the company, and she took the elevator directly to the top floor.

As soon as the elevator opened, I met another familiar person - Ren Qiaoyin.

Zhu Huayan pursed her lips, still remembering what she had said that morning about the "hate rankings", she snorted at the person, and walked out with her head held high.

Didn't even say hello to her!!!

Ren Qiaoyin had been reading documents for the entire morning and felt a little dizzy. He finally waited until lunch time before going downstairs to find something to eat and take a break.

When I got to the elevator, I saw the person I didn't like again.

She naturally noticed Zhu Huayan's unfriendly attitude, but she didn't take it seriously.

However, her eyes followed the woman's back as she moved further and further away. The thermos bucket in her hand was so large that it was obvious that it was not enough for one person.

Did Wei Che even have lunch with her?

Ren Qiaoyin felt very uncomfortable at the moment. She knew that Jiang Weiche was actually a person with a strong sense of boundaries, and he also had an unknown mysophobia.

In the past, when he was in school, he seldom ate with his fellow brothers and sisters.

Now that he had broken his principles for a woman, Ren Qiaoyin's face changed again and again, and he secretly made up his mind to pay more attention to Zhu Huayan in the company.

"You're back."

Jiang Weiche looked at Zhu Huayan who walked in with her head held high, put down the documents in his hand, stood up and picked up the large and heavy thermos.

"Ah."

Zhu Huayan handed over the thermos bucket, shook off the soreness from the pressure on her hands, and followed Jiang Weiche to sit on the sofa for dining.

Jiang Weiche placed the thermos on the coffee table, looking somewhat delighted. He unscrewed the thermos and said:

“How do you make so many?”

Did he know that when she sent her father a homemade love lunch, it only included soup?

When faced with her own requests, they were several times more abundant. Does this mean that she values ​​herself more than her father?

Jiang Weiche's eyes were filled with joy, but unexpectedly, as the secrets were revealed layer by layer, his raised brows gradually subsided.

It looks like there are four dishes, but if you count carefully, the rice porridge does not count as a dish, and the pickled radish is made by Aunt Li, which means there are only two dishes.

Zhu Huayan noticed the change in Jiang Weiche's mood and raised her voice suddenly: "I made all three dishes myself. This is my first time cooking and making porridge."

The meaning is very clear, don't be shameless and act ungrateful after getting the advantage.

Yes, apart from kimchi, there are three other items that Hua Yan made by himself, three times as much as his father made!!!

Jiang Weiche instantly became happy again, "Then let me try it first?"

Zhu Huayan nodded.

So Jiang Weiche took out the spare bowl and chopsticks and poured himself half a bowl of corn and pork ribs soup.

This is the soup that he has been longing for and regretted countless times. Jiang Weiche has high expectations for it.

The slightly hot soup touched the lips, flowed over the tip of the tongue, and flowed into the throat.

In an instant, an unknown taste was transmitted to my nerves, and the four sufferings of life were all taken away by a mouthful of soup.

It tastes slightly astringent when you first take a bite, followed by the fishy smell of unprocessed meat and the greasy sweetness of overcooked ingredients. The mess of flavors mixed together is really unacceptable.

Jiang Weiche swallowed the soup in his mouth with difficulty. When he looked at Zhu Huayan again, there was a hint of anger and frustration in his always gentle eyes.

'Did you do this on purpose? You're taking revenge on me because you don't want to cook for me.'

"My father obviously said it tastes good."

He was really sad, but thought that maybe it was just an occasional bad performance, so he decided to taste other dishes before making a conclusion.

The porridge tasted just ordinary, nothing special.

After tasting the coriander beef, Jiang Weiche changed his opinion of Baizhou.

Compared with other foods, white porridge is simply a delicacy.

Jiang Weiche found it hard to accept this fact. He raised his head and looked at Zhu Huayan.

Zhu Huayan's eyes were clear and bright. She was a little curious when she saw Jiang Weiche stop eating. She didn't feel guilty at all for having done something wrong.

As if hit on the head by a stick, Jiang Weiche realized that her cooking skills had always been at this level.

He thought of his father's insincere praise, his heart tightened, and he hurriedly tried to stop Zhu Huayan who was about to taste the food he cooked out of curiosity.

Unfortunately, he was a step too slow, and Zhu Huayan still got to drink the pork ribs and corn soup he made.

The expression on her face changed unpredictably. First, she frowned because of the bad drink, then she was confused, then she suddenly realized, and finally she seemed to be lost in long-lasting memories and longing.

Jiang Weiche knew that she was thinking of her father, Jiang Zhiting, who was also her lover and was very kind to her and always gave in to her.

A bad premonition came over me.

Sure enough, Zhu Huayan's eyes became firm, as her attitude towards him had unexpectedly changed slightly due to the morning coffee.

She still wants to continue with her "revenge" plan.