Flying the boss is not easy

I don't know if last year's Chinese New Year left a shadow on Song Haicha. This year, he didn't call his parents, but signed up for a tour group for the two elders and let them go to Hainan.

So, on the last day of this year, only Song Haicha, Wan Hansong, and Song Yang who struggled with "Winter Vacation Life" remained.

Song Yang doesn't know how to cook, Wan Hansong's cooking can only keep people alive. In Song Yang's words, "The rice you cook is so hard that you can eat it for three days!"

Therefore, the honor of the New Year's Eve dinner fell on Song Haicha.

He asked the two of them for advice and asked them what they wanted to eat, but Song Yang and Wan Hansong hated each other's dishes. They both felt that the dishes ordered by the other party were tasteless and unpursuing, which was a waste of Song Haicha's time and craftsmanship.

In the end, Song Haicha decided not to cook anyone's dishes, in order to cook a hot pot conveniently, and put everything in it.

The remaining two reached an unprecedented unity in this decision, and they also asked for "more pepper".

Three people went to buy the dishes together. There were only three kinds of vegetables, potatoes, winter melon and yam, and the rest were all meat.

Wan Hansong went to get a few cans of beer, tossed them in his hand, and winked at Song Yang: "Minors are not allowed to drink, these belong to me and your grandfather."

Song Yang let out a loud "heh": "Who hasn't drunk it yet!"

Song Haicha said quietly after hearing this: "When did you drink it?"

Song Yang felt a chill on the back of his neck: "It's been a long time... It's been a long time ago, and I haven't had a drink since then."

"A long time ago?" Song Haicha frowned, "You are only 17 now, how old were you a long time ago?"

He was very worried, Song Yang came here to study, what if he accidentally made Song Yang go astray?

Song Yang faltered and couldn't say a word, how did he know that he would have to give an explanation for a sentence made out of anger!

Wan Hansong hugged Song Haicha: "Oh, boss, young people have young people's business, it's okay for classmates to go out for a drink or two once in a while, right Song Yang?"

"That's it!" Song Yang quickly walked down the steps, "The wine doesn't taste good at all, I feel like vomiting when I smell it! Vomit!"

They planned to eat the New Year's Eve dinner in Song Hai's tea room. After returning home, Song Haicha put on an apron and got busy in front of the stove.Song Yang was sitting on the sofa watching TV, while Wan Hansong was helping Song Haicha, cutting vegetables and washing dishes.

Although he cooks very well, his knife skills are not good at all. The sliced ​​meat is even in thickness, and it can still shine brightly under the light.

While laying hands down, Wan Hansong also peeked at Song Haicha's face and figure from time to time.

Song Haicha is wearing a white sweater today, and when he moves, he will reveal his beautiful collarbone. The sleeves are rolled up a little bit, and every time his arms are exerted, the muscles will tense up.

Everything was perfect except for the overly fancy apron on him.

They bought ready-made seasonings, and Song Haicha said that the seasonings would be even more fragrant if they were fried. He was afraid that Wan Hansong would not be able to stand the pungent smell later, so he asked him to go out first, and closed the door in the kitchen to cook.

It didn't take long before the bottom of the pot was ready. Song Haicha put the pot on the induction cooker that had been prepared earlier, and Song Yang and Wan Hansong couldn't wait to get to their seats.

The table was facing the TV, and the Spring Festival Gala hadn't started yet, so Song Yang casually found a popular drama to watch.

Song Haicha poured the yellow-throated pork belly into the pot first, and he poured it very carefully so that the oil soup didn't splash out at all.

Wan Hansong looked at other people's love affairs excitedly, as if he was the one who was in love, but the more he looked at it, the more strange it became, as if there were two male partners...a couple...

Song Yang noticed that Wan Hansong's eyes were wrong, he looked at him and asked, "What's wrong? Is it unusual for two men to fall in love?"

He used to think it was very strange, but there are some girls in the class who have a little hobby, and one of them happens to be his deskmate. After a long time, even a straight guy like him knows something about it.

Wan Hansong thought that he wanted to fall in love with a man himself, so why did he find this strange?

He replied frankly: "No, it's about falling in love, as long as the two are happy."

Song Yang looked at Song Haicha and asked him curiously, "Master Song, what about you?"

Wan Hansong almost wanted to climb up on the table and applaud Song Yang; I lost so much hair in vain to teach you how to manage it!You really asked this question to the bottom of my heart!

Song Haicha was picking up the food in the pot: "Don't think of me as rigid, I've seen this too, and it's not easy for them to bear the pressure from all sides."

Song Yang opened his eyes wide, he thought that Song Hai Tea would denounce such behavior loudly.

Wan Hansong was very satisfied with this answer. From this point of view, at least the boss did not reject this group, which was enough to comfort him.

The hot pot began to boil, and all kinds of meat rolled up and down inside, and the steam that hit the face was spicy.

Wan Hansong picked up a piece of yellow throat, which he likes to eat the most, every bite will make a "creaking" sound.

Song Yang looked at his mobile phone after eating two bites, and let out a creepy laugh while watching.

Song Haicha frowned: "You always look at your phone, why are you still making such a sound?"

Song Yang put down his chopsticks again, and kept poking the screen with his hands: "They give out red envelopes in the group, a group of bandits, and they will be gone in five seconds!"

"By the way, I just remembered what you said." Song Haicha got up and took out two red envelopes from his jacket. "One for each of you. Happy New Year!"

Song Yang accepted it generously: "Thank you, Lord Song! The new year will be smooth sailing and everything will go smoothly and make a fortune!"

Wan Hansong kept refusing: "Boss, I'm only a few years younger than you, no need, take it back and take it back."

Song Haicha disagreed and insisted on giving a red envelope, which was wrinkled badly because they pushed it back and forth.

Song Yang felt tired looking at it. He put down his phone, snatched the red envelope from Song Haicha's hand, and stuffed it into Wan Hansong's bag: "Take it! Master Song won't take it back. I'm tired of pushing it back and forth." tired!"

Wan Hansong blushed, he didn't know whether it was because of eating hot pot or because he was embarrassed, he smiled stiffly: "Thank you boss."

Song Haicha said no thanks, then went to the kitchen and took out a colander, ready to scoop up the contents of the pot and eat them before eating other meat.

Wan Hansong looked at more and more yellow throats in the bowl, and finally couldn't help but say: "Boss, don't pinch it for me, you can give it to Song Yang."

Song Haicha's chopsticks paused, and then he put Huanghou into his own bowl.

Song Yang: "..." I wish I hadn't said that I don't like yellow throat.

When it was almost twelve o'clock, the three of them went out to set off firecrackers, and went back to sleep after saying Happy New Year to each other.

On the first day of the second day, like last year, Wan Hansong and Song Haicha were going to deliver things together.

After finishing the work, Wan Hansong thought that the fifth day of the lunar new year was Song Yang's birthday, so he said that he would go with Song Haicha to pick out a birthday present for him.

Song Haicha parked the car in a bookstore, Wan Hansong had a bad feeling.

Sure enough, like last year, Song Haicha bought several sets of practice questions for Song Yang, and Wan Hansong couldn't help but feel worried about Song Yang's hairline.

Song Haicha looked back at Wan Hansong: "What did you buy?"

Wan Hansong shook the book in front of him: "Mystery novels, it seems that they are very popular in their class."

"Oh," Song Haicha said thoughtfully, "I almost forgot what I was like in high school. At that time, I seemed to be a headache for the teacher."

"Really? There are always some interesting and memorable things. At that time, I liked to see good-looking people. Sometimes when I was tired from doing the problems, I looked out of the window and felt so happy!"

"Your relaxation method is quite special. My deepest impression of high school life is that you often recite punishment."

They walked forward with the payment line, Wan Hansong looked at how many people were still in front, and casually said: "I can't see that you were quite naughty before."

Song Haicha's eyes darkened: "The skinnier ones are yet to come."

After graduating from high school, his parents wanted him to repeat his studies and get into a better university, but he didn't agree anyway, and he wanted to break away from the shackles and enter the society.

In the end, I broke the hearts of my parents, and I also suffered a lot.

Wan Hansong's thick nerves finally captured Song Haicha's emotions. After getting in the car, he put on his seat belt: "Boss, there are always one or two regrets in life, but what's the use of regretting any more? People always To look forward, there is only one thing we can do, and that is to ensure that tomorrow will be better than today."

"You're right," Song Haicha started the car, "it's useless to regret, you are truly a treasure given to me by God, without you, I might still be the boss of a small tea factory."

Song Haicha might not feel that there was anything wrong with what he said, but it fell into Wan Hansong's ears and automatically became a non-standard love speech.

Wan Hansong's ears turned red suddenly, he touched his face unnaturally, and looked out the window.

Song Haicha looked at his side face: "Is the air conditioner turned on too much? Your face is so red."

"Ah? No, it's just right." Wan Hansong said in a panic, dodging his eyes.

Song Haicha suddenly felt that he was infected by Wan Hansong, his heart missed a beat, and then it beat wildly, the hand holding the steering wheel trembled slightly.

For a moment, the atmosphere in the car was extremely awkward, neither of them dared to look at the other, they always felt that something would overflow if they looked at each other.

Song Haicha turned on the radio, and a certain channel was broadcasting "Lucky Come", and the embarrassment was wiped away by the joyful bel canto.

The two secretly exhaled, and their impetuous thoughts finally returned to normal.

Song Yang also invited his friends for his birthday this year. Song Haicha ordered a table of dishes from a restaurant on the street and asked them to deliver them to the factory.

Same as last year, Song Yang accepted Song Haicha's exercise book with a fake smile, and Wan Hansong's mystery novel arrogantly. Looking at the word "17" on the birthday cake, he suddenly said: "I old."

When Wan Hansong heard this, he choked the Coke up his nose: "Ahem... can you say it again? Your grandfather and I, two old men who have never been in a relationship, feel that they are in their prime. Why are you panicking?" Panic, it's not your turn to grow old!"

Song Haicha brought a cup of white water and handed it to Wan Hansong: "That's right, don't say such inauspicious things on your birthday."

Song Yang looked confused: He just wanted to sigh that he was almost full, why did the two react so strongly?

Two female students watched the whole process and smiled at each other, showing some kind of indescribable smile.

After eating, Song Yang started to watch a short video, and found a cute little girl.

Wan Hansong just walked past him: "Yo, I'm looking at a beautiful girl, this title... Lolita?"

Song Haicha was holding a bowl and was about to drink soup when he heard Wan Hansong's words: "What kind of tea is Loliyin? Is there Tieguanyin?"

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This meme on Weibo made me laugh so hard hahahaha!