If you are asked to be a professional bootlicker, you will turn the goddess into a clown?

The massage lasted for twenty minutes. Su Rui gently twisted her neck and said with satisfaction: "Good technique. Massage me more in the future." Then she transferred two thousand yuan to Zhang Yang.

She returned her gaze to the computer screen and said calmly, "I haven't eaten yet. Go check the refrigerator and make me something to eat."

Su Rui's family has an extra-large refrigerator. When Zhang Yang opened it, he saw that it was filled with all kinds of ingredients, enough to make seven or eight dishes.

Moreover, the things looked very fresh and even had labels on them. Zhang Yang took a look and found that they were all from today.

She just said to make something casual? How can there be so many things casual? Su Rui has never been a casual person.

This is another fatal question!

"Mr. Su, how about I do all of them?" Zhang Yang felt that this was the correct answer.

The corners of Su Rui's mouth curled up slightly, but she still said lightly: "Don't make me wait too long."

Zhang Yang breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that this was the correct answer.

This crazy woman might not mind waiting too long, but if she really cooked a few dishes casually, she might trigger some death mechanism.

As a professional bootlicker, being able to cook well is also one of the basic skills.

There used to be a chef named Lao Chen in the Tianlan Orphanage. When he was young, he worked as a chef in a restaurant. Later, when he got too old to work in the restaurant, he came to work in the orphanage.

Old Chen was often too busy to handle the cooking by himself, so Zhang Yang volunteered to help him in the kitchen. Over the years, Zhang Yang had learned almost all of Old Chen's cooking skills.

It is no exaggeration to say that if Zhang Yang did not become a professional bootlicker, he would be more than qualified to be a chef in a restaurant. This is why he was able to capture Shi Yuxuan's stomach.

He took out various ingredients, planned the dishes he was going to make, and then began to busy himself in the kitchen, washing ingredients, cutting vegetables, steaming, boiling and frying. The whole kitchen was filled with flames and steam.

This kitchen is an open kitchen, right opposite the dining table.

Zhang Yang, who was busy, didn't notice at all that behind him, Su Rui had already stopped the work in his hands, supported his chin with his hand, and stared at his back intently.

The corners of her mouth rose slightly as she smelled the fragrance coming from the kitchen, and she seemed to be looking forward to the food that was about to be served.

However, when Zhang Yang turned around occasionally, she would shift her gaze to the laptop screen, occasionally tapping on the keyboard, pretending to work.

It took a lot of effort to cook all the ingredients in the refrigerator. Zhang Yang was busy for more than two hours before he finished. It was already 10:30 in the evening, and dinner turned into a midnight snack.

He made eight dishes in total, and the portions for each were quite large.

Suri put away his laptop and office documents, and raised his eyebrows slightly as he watched him bring the delicious dishes to the table.

She glanced at the food, skipped the lobster steak, and picked up a piece of tomato and put it in the bowl. She glanced at Zhang Yang standing next to her and said, "Why are you still standing there? Why don't you sit down and eat with us?"

Zhang Yang frowned. She actually wanted him to sit down and have dinner with her?

You know, he was just a stand-in for her ex-boyfriend, he was there to let her vent her anger, and now she actually wanted him to sit down and have dinner with her?

Were the dishes poisoned? Was she going to poison herself to vent her anger?

No, no, I just tested the saltiness when I was cooking, and it seems that I haven’t died from the poison yet, so it should not be poisonous.

Accompanying clients for meals is the basic job of a professional bootlicker, but he still felt a little uneasy as he sat down opposite Su Rui, waiting for her decision.

Su Rui glanced at the dishes: medium-rare steak, braised lobster, steamed turbot, refreshing smashed cucumber, light scrambled eggs with tomatoes, etc. There were both foreign and local dishes, but every dish suited her taste.

"Do you remember how well I want my steak?" Su Rui's eyes fell on the steak.

Zhang Yang nodded and said, "When we first met, Mr. Su ordered steak."

Su Rui was surprised again. That happened three months ago, but he still remembered every detail so clearly. Could it be that he has cared about her so much since then?

However, for Zhang Yang, this is just what a professional bootlicker should do.

She cut a piece of steak and put it in her mouth. It was fried just right, not greasy, and no worse than the ones in restaurants outside.

The rest of the food was also very tasty, and even had a familiar taste, or perhaps it was the feeling of someone cooking for her at home.

"What you cooked is really delicious. It tastes a bit like what my dad cooks." Su Rui put another piece of tomato into his mouth, chewed it slowly, and looked like he was enjoying it very much.

"Mr. Su, haven't you had dinner with your father for a long time?" Zhang Yang ate too fast and took a sip of soup.

"Well, he's been dead for four years."

Zhang Yang almost spit out the soup, most of it went into his nose. "Sorry... I'm sorry, Mr. Su. I didn't mean it."

Su Rui put down his bowl and chopsticks and said, "He died suddenly. I was studying abroad at the time and didn't even have the chance to see him for the last time."

It seems that she wants to tell her story today. In fact, Zhang Yang doesn’t know much about this client. He only knows that she has a dual personality and had a boyfriend who looked like her.

As for other aspects of her life, he didn't know much.

I've known her for three months, and I only know that she is very busy at work. Even if she wants to call Zhang Yang over and beat him up to vent her anger, she has to make time for it.

She seemed to have no real friends or relatives except her colleagues at work and a bunch of business partners.

Occasionally, there would be other dogs who would call to harass her, but she would basically hang up the phone after just one sentence.

"Then you must miss your dad very much, right?" Zhang Yang asked.

Su Rui wiped the corner of his mouth and said calmly: "I do, but I also hate him. I hate him for leaving me alone in this world."

She looked at the night view of the city outside the French window: "He just left like that, leaving me with only the billion-plus shares of Yinshan Capital."

Just a few billion. The adjectives used by rich people sound very cool.

Su Rui continued, “But even if I have these shares, my father’s partners will look down on me, and I will be squeezed out of the company by those big guys at any time.

But I am a person who will not give up easily. I don’t want to take the money my father left me and go downhill in life.

So I asked them to give me a not-so-significant position in the company and let me start as an ordinary middle-level manager.

I worked very hard in the company, even harder than ordinary employees. I worked overtime until late at night every day and carefully analyzed countless investment plans, just to prove myself.

A year later, the several projects I invested in made a total profit of 500% for the company, and the company's leaders began to truly recognize my abilities.

Over the past three years, I have worked hard to finally get promoted to the position of vice president of the company. If it weren’t for that incident, I might be the general manager of the company now.”

Zhang Yang knew very well that the "thing" she was talking about was the fact that her ex-boyfriend had cheated her out of 50 million yuan from her investment project.

This incident must have dealt a double blow to her, not only emotionally but also in her career. That's why she hated that man so much, gritting her teeth and wanting to eat him alive.

Su Rui's gaze fell back on Zhang Yang. Zhang Yang felt a chill down his spine and was mentally prepared to be beaten.