Metaphysics Live Room: The host is the contract husband

Seeing this, Tong Yao whispered, "Boss Fu, here are three pounds of crayfish. I don't think we can finish them all. How about letting Assistant Sun eat some too?"

Fu Yuan looked at the open box and saw some greasy stuff. He frowned and subconsciously thought that it was difficult to peel. That's fine, then let someone stay and peel it.

"Okay, Special Assistant Sun, sit down and eat together."

"Haha, thank you, Mr. Fu, and thank you, Miss Tong."

Hehe, he said that Mr. Fu’s attitude towards Miss Tong was unusual, and there must be something fishy. Miss Tong just said one word and it was done. He had never seen his boss so easy to talk to before.

Tong Yao put on gloves and motioned for him to follow suit.

"Mr. Fu, look, if you put it on like this and then start peeling, your hands won't get stained by the oil. Then you can just peel it and eat the shrimp tails inside."

Fu Yuan hummed and looked aside: "Assistant Sun, have you learned everything after reading this?"

"Yes, I learned it."

"Very good, peel it and put it in my bowl."

Special Assistant Sun was stunned: "What, Mr. Fu, do you want me to peel shrimp for you?"

Fu Yuan glanced at him coldly and said unhappily, "Why do you have any objections? If you do, just cancel your bonus this month."

"No, no, no, I have no objection at all. Mr. Fu, your hands are for signing contracts, not for peeling shrimp. Naturally, I should do it."

Smiling on the surface, but crying in the heart.

He knew that the boss would be like this. It was outrageous enough for a big boss to eat lobsters. How could he peel the shrimps himself? No wonder he was asked to stay.

Special Assistant Sun put on gloves and began to peel the skin resignedly.

Fu Yuan looked at the lobster tail in the bowl and hesitated for a moment before picking up the chopsticks. He picked it up and put it in his mouth to chew. A spicy taste rushed straight to his head.

"Ahem, ahem, it's a bit spicy."

Seeing this, Tong Yao hurriedly handed over the drink: "Mr. Fu, if you don't like the garlic flavor, it's not spicy. The thirteen-spice flavor is also okay and not very spicy. The spicy flavor may not suit you."

He opened the bottle and took a sip, then nearly spit it out. His brow furrowed, "It smells like a sweetener. This is the drink you usually drink, isn't it?"

"Yeah, we're just ordinary people, who would drink freshly squeezed juice? This drink is already very good. I even bought an expensive one specifically because it tastes so good."

Fu Yuan was silent for a moment before saying, "Assistant Sun, go get some freshly squeezed orange juice. I want it freshly squeezed. Go quickly."

Special Assistant Sun nodded and quickly left the office.

He wiped his mouth and leaned back in his chair, looking at the person eating happily opposite him, a hint of confusion flashed in his eyes. How could he eat such a thing? It was junk food.

"It's delicious, but don't you think it's bad for your health? And this juice is full of additives, so drinking it is not good for your health."

Tong Yao smiled and nodded, her expression calm, "I know, but I'm just an ordinary person. I can't afford to spend a lot of money on the latest things. I can't bear it."

"Besides, I don't have that much money. Living a luxurious life is already a luxury for the poor. I can't talk about anything else. These lobsters are very fresh. I bought them this morning and cleaned them all thoroughly. Don't worry."

"And Mr. Fu, it's impossible for people to be healthy in everything they do. Sometimes it's more important to be in a good mood, even if that thing isn't so healthy."

Fu Yuan just looked at her without saying anything.

Tong Yao whispered, "Mr. Fu, you eat the freshest food, but you're not in good health, and you have a serious stomach problem. So, physical health is actually affected by many factors."

"...My stomach problems aren't caused by my diet. I'm just too busy to eat, so that's why I'm like this."

"Yeah, I understand. The result is the same. Whether you eat junk food or healthy food, the result is poor health. So why bother with so much effort?"

Fu Yuan was choked and speechless. This statement actually made some sense. Yes, he ate healthily, but the problem was that he had no time to eat.

No matter how healthy the food is, it’s useless if you don’t eat it.

Seeing that he was silent, Tong Yao blinked her big eyes and said, "Mr. Fu, you see, you feel happy when you eat junk food occasionally, but you often don't eat healthy food and you get stomach problems."

"Which of these two is more harmful?"

When Special Assistant Sun came back, he saw his boss still drinking the drink with additives, so he quickly put the orange juice on the table in front of them.

"This is freshly squeezed juice. Try it and see how it tastes."

Tong Yao took a sip and was filled with the purest taste of orange, with the aroma of fruit hitting her nose. It was indeed very different from bottled drinks.

Thinking of this, I felt a little more guilty looking at the person opposite me and took the bottle of drink away.

"Sorry, freshly squeezed ones are indeed better. Mr. Fu, please drink freshly squeezed ones. Would you like to try other lobster flavors? Dipping the lobster tails in the sauce makes them even more delicious."

After Fu Yuan relaxed, his appetite improved a lot.

After finishing the three pounds of lobster, Tong Yao smiled and said, "Okay, now that we're done celebrating, I'll be going back."

"Well, Special Assistant Sun will send them back."

As he spoke, he tugged at his collar, feeling a little itchy on his neck. He decided to apply some ointment first.

Tong Yao saw many small red spots on the back of his exposed hand, and her pupils shrank instantly: "Wait, Mr. Fu, are you allergic to seafood?"

Fu Yuan shook his head: "You're not allergic, right? Why are you asking?"

"You, you have a lot of red rashes on your hands. It seems... you are allergic to lobsters."

Special Assistant Sun: “……?”

Fu Yuan: “…”

Finally, Fu Yuan was taken to the hospital by the ambulance and was receiving an IV drip in the ward. Next to him sat a man with his head drooping, as if he wanted to crawl into a crack in the ground.

Tong Yao was very upset. Why didn't he just ask him directly if he was allergic and how to remedy the situation? He wouldn't fire her, would he?