Talking about love and delivering food

In May, the weather in Hecheng can be regarded as hot, and the sun at 11:30 is bright enough to blind people's eyes.

After listening to the stuttering words of the sweaty little assistant, Zhao Feifei, who was about to go to lunch, rolled up the sleeves of the shirt that had just been put down just now, sat down in front of the desk again, turned on the computer, and the slender Fingers tapped quickly on the keyboard.

Soon, what was displayed on the screen was the forum of the Bala literature website.

Without hesitation, Zhao Feifei dragged the mouse and clicked into the top hot post:

Title: Did that big S borrow a joke today?

Landlord: Not S fan

Content: Please, the brains and cuties of everyone in S University, please take a look, has your family published an article today?Who is the stalk of this article coming from?

Since the news that Sang Sang, the great author of Bala literature, came to make excuses two months ago, there are not [-] such posts on the forum, but there are also [-].To be honest, compared with the previous unsightly posts, the level of cynicism and sarcasm like today is really not enough.

Zhao Feifei continued to drag the mouse, her eyes quickly scanned the comments above, and she didn't stop until the comments were pulled to the 118th floor, looking at the four words "Sangsang is coming" next to the cute cat head on the screen , Zhao Feifei frowned, and when she saw this person's comment clearly, her face turned completely dark.

——Daddy, I'm in a bad mood today, so I opened your sister's new article.By the way, for this article, I will borrow your mother's stalk.

As for the seemingly endless comments below, Zhao Feifei knew what was written without even reading it.

After a long silence in the office, the little assistant quietly glanced at Zhao Feifei, only to see that she was silent, her pair of red phoenix eyes under the gold-rimmed glasses were slightly squinted, staring coldly at the computer screen, her eyes were near freezing point, although she knew that the other party was not He wasn't looking at himself, but the little assistant was still too frightened to stand still and dare not move.

Anyone who is familiar with Zhao Feifei knows that the more emotional she is, the colder her eyes become.

After a while, Zhao Feifei finally moved his eyes away from the screen, looked at the anxious little assistant expressionlessly, and then looked down at the watch on his wrist, still with a hint of luck, "Have you checked this IP?" Are you sure it's that ancestor, and someone else is deliberately blackmailing her?"

The little assistant was trembling at the sight of her, but she still nodded and stammered: "I checked, checked it, I, I checked it when I saw this comment, it is indeed, it is Sister Sang."

"Fuck." After the little assistant's words fell, Zhao Feifei's shrewd, intellectual and elegant image of a professional elite collapsed in an instant. Shrew, "This crazy person, she usually sleeps like a dead pig at this point, but she woke up so early today? She has endured tens of thousands of black posts before, but today she will give me such a little cynicism." Torn up..."

The more Zhao Feifei scolded, the fire in his heart became more and more intense, and he completely lost the mood to eat. He waved his hand at the little assistant who was so frightened by her that his eyes were watering, and waved him away. He unscrewed the water glass and drank it After a full glass of water, he took out his mobile phone and made a call.

The phone rang for a long time before Sang Yu answered lazily, "Wow, Sister Fei, you..."

"Stop doing this with me, are you just raising goldfish again, huh? I have worked so hard, and you ruined it all for me with a single sentence? If I had known, you would have given me today." It’s such a moth, why did I pretend to be a grandson at Su’s place for the first two months..."

Before the person on the other side finished speaking, Zhao Feifei scolded his head and face.

God knows how crazy she is. In order to wash away the black material for this ancestor, how many bad things she has patiently listened to in the past two months, who knows that this ancestor...

Zhao Feifei is the author Sang Sang Laixi, the editor of Sang Yu, and also one of the directors of the Bara Literature website, in charge of the original works on the website.She has been here as an editor since the very beginning of the establishment of Bala Literature Network. Sang Yu is not the first author she signed, but the last author she signed. She is also the most talented and famous author among all the authors she signed. The biggest one, but also the one that made her worry the least.

When Sang Yu came to Bala Literature Network to write for the first time, she was still a minor, a little transparent writer who had no experience in long-form writing, but when Zhao Feifei saw her works for the first time, she was impressed by her words. So amazed, he signed her without hesitation and took her soaring into the sky.

Eight years have passed, and the relationship between the two is not so much an author and an editor, but a relationship between a teacher and a friend. Now the editors on this website, except for her, really no one can control this ancestor.

This is also the reason why Zhao Feifei still has the title of editor Sang Yu even though he is not an editor anymore.

Zhao Feifei is usually serious, but he has a lot of prestige in front of Sang Yu.

Right now, Sang Yu was being scolded so badly by her that she definitely wouldn't dare to reply back. She curled her lips and put her mobile phone on speakerphone on the counter in the kitchen, but she herself moved a low chair , put it under the kitchen window, stepped on it and lay down on the second open window, leaned out half of the body, and continued to hunch its nose towards the opposite side.

Mommy, it's really delicious. Today's fried beef must be cumin beef, and stewed chicken with mushrooms...

"...Sang Yu, where did you die again?" Zhao Feifei scolded for a long time, her mouth was dry, but the other person didn't even groan. Thinking of her ancestor's urination in the past, she became dizzy with anger.

"No, I didn't go anywhere, I listened to your lecture."

Zhao Feifei was so angry at the other party's indifferent tone that her lungs ached. She knew that she had scolded for nothing just now, but it was not the first time she knew about her ancestor's temper. She rubbed her temples, leaned on the office chair and sat down again. After getting down, he breathed a sigh of relief, and said in a good voice: "With your night owl's biological clock, isn't it that you can't wake up before [-] o'clock in the afternoon every day? Why did you wake up so early today? Is it not a long time?" I deliberately called you to get you to go to the forum to pinch people?"

It wasn't Zhao Feifei who was full of people and conspiracy theories, but Sang Yu, who never stopped going to bed at three o'clock in the morning and waking up at one o'clock in the afternoon. In the past, she had to be urged to hand in manuscripts, and to wake her up early during the day was like killing her.

Therefore, apart from suspecting that someone deliberately caused trouble, Zhao Feifei really couldn't think of why someone who had nothing to do recently woke up so early today.

Speaking of this, Sang Yu became angry, but when a gust of wind blew by, she couldn't help shrugging her nose, and waited until the scent blew past before she licked her lips, touched Gulu Gulu's stomach and complained: "Don't mention it. Yes, my neighbor next door cooks on time at [-] o'clock every day. It's so delicious that it wakes me up from my dream. When I smell this smell, the gluttons in my stomach are hooked out , where can I still sleep."

People who can't be woken up by thunder will be awakened by the aroma of food. How fragrant is this food?

Zhao Feifei was also too convinced, "Hmph, I went to the forum with you today to fight with someone, is it because of the food made by the neighbor next door?"

"No, Sister Fei, you really don't know how aggrieved it is to smell the aroma of vegetables but not be able to eat... His kitchen is facing my kitchen, and a little behind is my kitchen. In the bedroom, no matter how tightly I close the windows and doors, the smell of food next door looks like it has grown legs, and it just goes into my nostrils. You know I wake up very angry, I wake up like this every day, what good can I do? Feeling, I happened to browse the forum and saw this short-sighted person started to mock me again, so I couldn't hold back..."

Sang Yu felt something was wrong while talking, took down the phone and looked at it, only to find that the other party had hung up the phone.She was not angry either, she shrugged her shoulders indifferently, threw the mobile phone on the desk, and began to open the window to smell the fragrance of vegetables on the opposite side.

At the same time, the person in the opposite kitchen fried the last green vegetable, washed the pot, turned off the range hood, and when he brought the dish to the dining room, he looked back at the opposite window, frowned, and poured cumin The beef was taken away with it.

The sloppy girl on the opposite side is not wearing underwear today, but luckily she has no breasts.Otherwise, she was really worried that she would be gone if she opened the window to look at her.

The author has something to say: One day when I was cooking, the food next door was so fragrant that I wanted to go to the next door to eat.

So, I gave the vegetables that were about to go bad in my family to the opposite side.

Then, there is this story.

Hope you like it.