When the phoenix man meets the peacock man

Zong Yuheng's face turned slightly red, coughed to cover up his embarrassment, and said loudly: "Hurry up and take all my things into the room and put them away! Do I really need to open my mouth to say it!" Before he finished speaking, Feng Tao had disappeared into his room very pragmatically.

Then more than ten minutes later, like a magic trick, not only his pile of miscellaneous things that took three or four days to get back were neatly sorted, but also Feng Tao was doing his job in an orderly manner like a super housekeeper He said in a low-key manner: "Mr. Zong, the bath water is ready, go take a bath to relieve fatigue."

Zong Yuheng soaked himself in moderate temperature bath water, which was sprinkled with essential oil bath salts or something according to his preference. ...it feels like home.

He seemed to be getting smaller gradually, he was resting on his mother's lap, and his mother was stroking his hair tenderly, "Xiaoyu——my Xiaoyu——"

"Mom—" Zong Yuheng rubbed against each other.

"Dong dong dong——" Zong Yuheng woke up suddenly. It turned out that he fell asleep just now because he was too comfortable in the bath. Feng Tao knocked on the door a little worried outside, "Mr. Zong, are you okay? Don't sleep in the bath Ah, it's very dangerous, many people accidentally drown like this."

Zong Yuheng was furious, slapping the water and cursing: "What are you wandering around outside while I'm taking a shower! Get away from me, Crow's Mouth!"

Feng Tao heard that he was quite strong, so he walked away with confidence.

In fact, when Zong Yuheng stood up, he realized that his legs were indeed a little weak from the soak.

After the May [-]st, the office building management office where Zong Yuheng's company is located held an event, saying that it was to promote the harmony among the owners and to do publicity for each other. , do not want to participate.

Feng Tao persuaded him that even if he wanted to charge a small amount of money, he should not be stingy with the money, it might be useful to him at any time, so it is better not to offend him.

Zong Yuheng snorted and said, "But what kind of messed up activities are they doing? Why is there such a weird thing as 'cooking competition'? What good does it do to increase the popularity of our company?"

Feng Tao said: "Well, I have inquired about it. In fact, the TV station is going to make a program about food and cooking. This event is also linked to that by the way. It is equivalent to an audition. If it is really selected, maybe It’s really a free advertisement for the company.”

Zong Yuheng said: "—Okay, okay, I'm afraid of these people, so just choose a female employee who can cook to participate in the competition."

Feng Tao wanted to say something, but he held back and said, "Mr. Zong, do you have any good candidates?"

Zong Yuheng said casually: "I don't think women nowadays are very good at cooking. Isn't it called Baigujing? Baigujing doesn't know how to cook." - I don't know which country's logic he is talking about, "Hmm , By the way, my secretary, I think she is white and fat, she should be good at eating, so let her be."

Feng Tao called Lin Miao in and asked her if she wanted to participate in the cooking audition or something.

Lin Miao was shocked and said, "I can cook noodles and scrambled eggs, but I can't cook!"

Zong Yuheng looked at her in surprise and disbelief, "Your figure doesn't look like it."

Lin Miao almost burst into tears—Mr. Zong, you are so poisonous!

She explained aggrievedly: "I've been like this since I was a child. I got fat even after drinking cold water, and I don't exercise—it's not that I eat a lot—and I don't know how to cook."

Zong Yuheng spread his hands and said to Feng Tao: "There is no way, you see, even the fattest person in the company can't participate in the competition, I think this matter is probably not going to happen."

Woo~ The poor girl was bullied mercilessly by the boss...

After returning home at night, Zong Yuheng suddenly remembered this incident while eating, and asked Feng Tao: "Did you sign up for the company in the end? Or just forget it?"

Feng Tao said: "Reported—reported myself."

Zong Yuheng was taken aback, "You?—Then you can cook and eat." He drank some red bean porridge, which was a tacit consent, "Since you have participated in the competition as the vice president, don't embarrass the company. .”

Feng Tao said: "Uh, it's just an entertainment project, don't take it too seriously."

Zong Yuheng said: "How can it be done! You are betting the entire company's share in the competition!"

Feng Tao thought to himself, why bet on the company?When did it happen?Why don't I know!Who am I?

However, he just nodded on his face, bowed his head and drank the porridge without saying a word.

The news that Feng Tao was going to participate in the cooking competition spread like wildfire within the company, setting off a frenzy of topics. Many subordinates expressed their support and wishes when they saw him.

The director of the logistics department said that he will spare no effort in manpower and material resources to create a good competition environment for him.

The weather on the day of the competition was fine, and the venue was in the square downstairs of their company.The contestants were also neatly packed—wearing uniform white uniforms, double-breasted. Those who didn't know it thought that the new X Fang Chef School had come out to practice stalls.

Some contestants were nervous, but Feng Tao was very calm, like an experienced cook who has seen the scene.In fact, when he walked by, the judges talked to him-hey, which hotel is this master from?It's a bit unfamiliar, are you here to be a judge too?

Feng Tao said that he is just a player.

The judges said I'm sorry but you look like a person who eats this food and is a rare talent. You are really blind to this person.

Feng Tao's mood is a bit complicated. He really likes this chef's uniform, and he feels very comfortable wearing it.

Although Zong Yuheng didn't say anything more, he still supported him in actual actions. He specially paid another sponsorship fee, led the whole team to rent seats for three NO.40 people, and put up banners to cheer for Feng Tao off the court.The other employees of the company were more excited that day. Like a sports meeting, they bought snacks and drinks, and brought whistles for watching the game, plastic claws for applauding, balloons, etc., blowing, jumping and shouting. Duzong Yuheng was quite Sitting coldly in the middle of the front row with arms crossed, he supervised the battle.

Feng Tao looked at the group of relatives and friends headed by Zong Yuheng. He had no idea at first, but for some reason he felt a little prickly, especially when Zong Yuheng's boundless ascetic glasses occasionally shone in the sun. Feng Tao The cold sweat flowed down.

"Zong Yuheng, are you messing around?!" - he thought a little angrily.

Of course, it is impossible to see his psychological changes and subtext from the expression on Mr. Feng's face. He is always different from someone who is easy to guess, and there will always be a faint and peaceful smile on his face.

He walked over and tried to communicate with Zong Yuheng. When he approached, his people spared no effort to praise him like a professional star chaser hired by a star-making company, boiling unreasonably, "Boss Feng will win! Cow!" or something.

Feng Tao calmed down the scene with a chef-like smile and waved his hands, leaned over and said to Zong Yuheng who was still sitting there with his shoulders crossed: "Mr. Zong, do you think this scene is a bit big? Should the channel department Your little grandson's organizational discipline?"

Zong Yuheng adjusted his glasses and said, "I don't think there's anything wrong with it. Everyone came to support you voluntarily. What's more, it's not what you said. It's a good opportunity to give the company free publicity."

Feng Tao secretly complained, what do you want to be the principal of the chef school? !

But he knew very well that what he said was useless, and he would be at ease when it came.and left.

In fact, Zong Yuheng is also a little depressed now. He wonders if it is because of the change in the prescription of his glasses or because he didn’t wash off his eye feces when he washed his face in the morning. Why does he think Feng Tao, who is wearing a white chef uniform, is so handsome? ...well, more than a little bit.

He pinched his chin and observed and thought seriously.Mi Cuo, his figure and facial features are clearly the same person, not too tall and not too short, not too fat and not too thin, not too good-looking and not too ugly, I used to dislike him for his blurred features, but now I feel that it is rare to be alone This fits the word "average". It is said that this kind of person is the most suitable for being an agent or something. He has unique skills but can quickly complete the mission and leave the scene without everyone.

Maybe white suits his skin tone well—Zong Yuheng tried to analyze the cause of the illusion from a technical point of view—and the rigorous double-breasted design, the apron below is the finishing touch, and it doesn’t tie up well. The waist also shows a bit of waist shape.

Zong Yuheng fiddled with his chin with one finger, thinking a little unwillingly.