Sweet little assistant, CEO's sweetheart

It doesn't taste good.

Shen Jianli: [You lied to me]

Kuang Weiwei was sleepy and wanted to sleep. She didn't want to argue with him about whether the food tasted good or not.

[It's really not tasty, Mr. Shen, please order takeout]

Shen Jianli: [Cook a bowl of noodles now, add two eggs, and bring it over.]

He knew that the house she rented was very close, just a few minutes' walk away.

Just as Kuang Weiwei was about to refuse, a long yellow icon appeared on the phone interface.

Shen Jianli transferred six hundred yuan.

Shen Jianli: [I won’t let you cook plain noodles, I’ll give them to you at takeout prices]

Five hundred for a bowl of noodles, one hundred for delivery fee.

Kuang Weiwei was having a headache. Couldn't he just order takeout for the six hundred? Why did he insist on asking her to cook a bowl of noodles and send it over?

Maybe he doesn't want to eat takeout anymore and wants to try home-cooked food?

For the sake of six hundred, she reluctantly agreed.

She accepted the transfer. After all, she was a little money-grubber. Six hundred yuan for a bowl of noodles was still acceptable.

[I'll send it to you after I cook it. If it doesn't taste good, you can throw it in the trash, but you can't say I cheated you.]

【Um. 】

She felt relieved after getting his assurance.

She never said that she is a good cook. If the food is not tasty, she is not responsible.

She got out of bed, tied up her long hair, walked down the small stairs, and started cooking noodles.

Fortunately, she bought some extra vegetables tonight, otherwise this bowl of noodles would not be cooked.

Because she was cooking for Shen Jianli and he paid for it, she put more effort into cooking the noodles.

Boil the noodles first, then take them out and set aside.

Blanch the tomatoes in hot water again, peel them, and cut them into cubes.

She scooped a spoonful of lard and put it into the pot for cooking noodles. She thought lard was more fragrant, so she would add some lard when cooking noodles.

After the lard melts, add diced tomatoes, stir-fry until the juice comes out, then add appropriate amount of boiling water.

The water in the pot quickly boiled, and she skillfully cracked two country eggs into the pot. After the poached eggs were formed, she added noodles, threw in a few small green vegetables, and poured it out after adjusting the taste.

She has a small casserole that is just right for holding noodles.

Cover the lid, take out a pair of disposable chopsticks and put them together.

She changed her clothes, combed her hair, put the casserole and chopsticks into the bag, made sure the bag was sturdy and there would be no problems, then took her cell phone and keys and went out.

Ten minutes later, she appeared in front of Shen Jianli.

At 11:20 pm, Shen Jianli's office was filled with the aroma of food.

Under the light, Kuang Weiwei was holding a big bag in her hand, like someone bringing warmth on a cold night.

Although it is early autumn and not yet the coldest time of year, Shen Jianli feels a touch of warmth in his heart due to the aroma of food.

Kuang Weiwei put the bag on the coffee table. The casserole was quite heavy, but luckily it was close by, otherwise her hand would have been crippled.

"Come and eat. The noodles won't taste good if they're cold."

It's not working hours now, so her tone is a little more casual than when she is at work.

Shen Jianli hadn't heard this tone of voice calling him to eat for a long time.

It was like his mother calling him to eat.

Of course, he and his mother did not have a good relationship, so he only heard it a few times when he was a child, and never heard it again after he grew up.

He stood up and walked towards the coffee table.

After walking for a while with the bag, her wrist felt a little sore. Kuang Weiwei massaged her wrist and watched him walk over.

He is very tall and has a very dominating feel.

Seeing him getting closer to the noodles, she suddenly became nervous.

After the noodles were cooked, she actually forgot to taste the saltiness, and only now suddenly remembered it.

He sat down and took the small casserole from the bag.

Just as he was about to reach out to open the lid, Kuang Weiwei blocked it with her hand.

He looked puzzled.

"Well," she explained anxiously, "I don't know what it will taste like..."

Is it too salty or tasteless?

She was so anxious that she wanted to bite her own hand.

Shen Jianli gently waved her hand away and opened the lid.

"Don't be so nervous, I'm the one eating..." He glanced at her suspiciously, "Could it be that you put something in there that shouldn't be given out?"

For example, extra ingredients that should not be in food and will cause him to have diarrhea?

Asking her to deliver food so late at night, she must be unhappy and want to take revenge on him by drugging him, right?

Stared at by his puzzled eyes, Kuang Weiwei's face suddenly turned red.

She quickly looked around and said, "Of course not."

"Then why are you nervous?"

After the lid is opened, an even richer aroma hits your nose.

Two plump fried eggs lay on top, with a light soup and a few green vegetables. It looked so bland, but this was what Shen Jianli wanted most at the moment.

"It looks good."

He took out a pair of disposable chopsticks, stirred the noodles, picked up a bite and tasted it.

Kuang asked nervously, "How is it?"

This was the first time she cooked noodles for him, so he must not feel unwell after eating it.

Shen Jianli swallowed the noodles and took another sip of the soup. "Not bad."

Then he added, "It's delicious."

Only then did Kuang Weiwei put her heart at ease and breathed a sigh of relief.

"As long as you think it tastes good."

He has already paid, so he should feel that the food tastes good.

Kuang Weiwei sat on the sofa on the other side.

Shen Jianli didn't know if he was extremely hungry, but he ate the ordinary home-cooked noodles with gusto.

The clay pot looks small, but it is quite deep and holds a lot of noodles.

Shen Jianli ate all the noodles and drank the soup, finishing everything.

After eating and drinking enough, the heat of the soup makes my whole body feel comfortable.

Kuang Weiwei took a look and found that he had eaten it all.

Looks really hungry.

"Assistant Kuang, your craftsmanship is quite good."

Kuang Weiwei was very skeptical about the truthfulness of this statement. She felt that the noodles she cooked were just average, with bland soup. He must be too hungry to think they were good.

"Thank you for the compliment, Mr. Shen. Now that we're done eating, you can take a rest. I should be leaving now."

It was getting late and she had to go to work tomorrow, so she had to go back and rest.

She cleaned up the casserole and put it back in the bag.

Shen Jianli suddenly grabbed her hand.

Ok?

She looked at him in surprise.

Shen Jianli let go of his hand.

Leaning against the back of the sofa, "I'm dizzy, help me press it."

Kuang Weiwei stopped cleaning up.

It was probably true that Shen Jianli was dizzy, but she was puzzled as to why he always behaved strangely after she helped him.

"Mr. Shen, you're not feeling well. Didn't you go see a doctor?"

"I've had a checkup, and the doctor said there's nothing wrong with my brain. He said it was caused by fatigue. He prescribed me some medicine, but it only treats the symptoms, not the root cause."

Headache is a big problem, and it is always a big trouble if the cause cannot be found.

Shen Jianli glanced at her, his eyes filled with confusion that he couldn't figure out. "After you massage me, it won't hurt."

Kuang Weiwei didn't think too much about it. Sometimes massage is indeed more effective.

"Mr. Shen, why not consider hiring a more professional masseur? Physical therapy can indeed relieve pain."