nightmare exec

Betting on the hand speed of being single for more than 20 years, Song Yin wrapped nearly [-] wontons at the speed of light during the time Ergou and Alexander chatted.

The water on the stove boiled, and he took the colander in his hand, and started to ask everyone a difficult question: "Winter melon, shiitake mushrooms, bamboo shoots, diced pork, coriander pork egg yolk, and water chestnut pork. Here, which one do you want to eat first?"

"It must be salted duck eggs with coriander pork." Alexander made his choice first.Unexpectedly, Qingqingshuang, a big boy, is actually a high cholesterol lover.

"What about you?" Song Yin took the initiative to ask his assistant officer, "What do you want to eat, or do you want a little of everything?"

"I'm an artificial intelligence, and I don't need to eat." Ergou emphasized his attributes.

"Of course I know. But there's no harm in eating it, like a short circuit or something?"

"No. I'm still a living organism."

"Okay, then I'll give you a taste of everything."

Song Yin involuntarily made a decision for him, and then turned his attention to the real focus.

"What about you? Brother?"

This is not a problem - if Yunshi really belongs to Qi Zhengnan, I dare not say 90.00%, but there is at least a [-]% possibility that he will choose horseshoe pork.

In fact, Qi Zhengnan's love for horseshoes once reached a fever pitch.

When I was studying in the United States, even in the season, I could hardly buy fresh horseshoes in ordinary supermarkets, and at most occasionally found some canned sugar water.Once, Qi Zhengnan drove for a few hours alone to a supermarket in Chinatown in another city, where he bought all the horseshoes grown by the Chinese and supplied in small quantities.

For a whole week after that, the two of them drank water from horseshoes, ate horseshoe cakes, stir-fried vegetables with horseshoes, horseshoe salad in different ways, and of course made wonton dumplings, and were even put in taco by the maid.

Until the end, Qi Zhengnan didn't get tired of eating, but Song Yin couldn't stop feeling sour when he heard the word "horseshoe".

As for the other two fillings, they looked quite normal, but they contained Qi Zhengnan's two culprits: wax gourd and coriander.The former is because it looks like very bland fat, and occasionally has a sour taste. As for the latter, there is no need for any reason at all.

For this test, Song Yin was determined to win.However, what he didn't know was that at this moment, Qi Zhengnan was also making some calculations in his heart.

Horseshoe, coriander and winter melon, this is not a random combination.He knew that Song Yin really became suspicious.

This nagging little lunatic is getting more and more thoughtful year after year.

But this is also good, since the questions have been laid out, then give him an "answer".Sometimes passive answers are more convincing than proactive explanations.

There is no need to worry too much, Qi Zhengnan has already made a decision.

He frowned slightly: "I don't like wax gourd very much..."

As expected, Song Yin twitched his eyelashes and eyebrows, and his eyes became faintly smug.

Yo, the fisherman bit the hook first.

Resisting a snicker, Qi Zhengnan threw out the second half of the sentence: "I don't like horseshoes very much either, I choose coriander."

This sentence was like a switch, and Song Yin's complacent eyes suddenly turned into incomprehension and suspicion.

"The coriander I put in may be a bit too much, it may not be particularly delicious." He even took the initiative to save it, "Would you like to try the horseshoe."

"It's okay." Qi Zhengnan refused the temptation, "I just like a little more."

It's all said and done, there's no point in continuing to explore.The suspicion in Song Yin's heart was not eradicated, but he thought about it in reverse - if Yunshi is not Qi Zhengnan (this possibility is already very small in Song Yin's view), then it is natural to cook his favorite taste It's a matter of course.

But if Yunshi is Qi Zhengnan, it would be even better, anyway, he was the one who asked for coriander, so if he knew it, he would have wrapped some whole coriander in it.

Thinking of this, Song Yin immediately put the first batch of coriander pork salted egg yolk wontons into the pot in a happy mood.After cooking, they were divided into two large bowls, and a large pile of fresh coriander was specially placed on Qi Zhengnan's bowl.After that, he changed the water and threw the winter melon pork and horseshoe wontons into the pot.

"Wow! How can your wontons be so delicious?!" Alexander didn't hesitate to praise himself, "This is such a skill, tsk tsk! You can even open your own shop."

"That's right. I started to learn how to make wontons when I was only two or three years old. The ratio of fillings is a secret recipe passed down from family."

Song Yin thumped his chest confidently, then looked at Ergou who was chewing slowly: "How is it?"

"The ratio of coriander, pork, and salted egg yolk is 1:6:3, which is the perfect ratio recognized in the system standard recipe."

"speak English."

"This is the first time I have eaten, and there is no suitable criterion for judging." The artificial intelligence that cannot lie faithfully expressed its own situation: "But judging from the current feedback from various receptors, this kind of food will not make me feel sick. Negative emotions—except cilantro."

"Then I'll take it as a compliment." Song Yin grinned, and finally looked at Qi Zhengnan: "Brother, is it still delicious?"

"...not bad." Qi Zhengnan, holding his breath secretly and chewing as little as possible, forcibly pressed the wrinkles between his brows, "But my assistant officer can do better."

"Your family's assistant officer can make wontons?" Song Yin asked with a smile, propping his head on one hand.

Another trap——Qi Zhengnan dodged the hook again without changing his expression: "The recipes downloaded in the system are the same for every assistant."

Maybe it was because she was hungry, anyway, Song Yin didn't continue to ask after that.

For about one or two minutes, there was only the sound of clinking white porcelain spoons in the restaurant.

The one who finished his share the fastest was Alexander, who was the smallest.Song Yin was about to serve him some more horseshoe wontons, but found that he raised his head curiously.

"What's that string hanging by the window for?"

He was referring to a row of more than a dozen green nylon ropes more than half a meter long behind Song Yin and above the sink.

They are suspended directly from the ceiling, but the ends are empty. Most of them are not tied to anything, only a few of the ropes are still tied with fragments of suspected glass bottle mouths.

"That is the glass ball used to hold plants and butterfly specimens."

Song Yin raised a small spoon and pointed out the window: "In the past, the morning sun came from the east and shone on the glass ball. When the window was opened, the wind blew the glass ball slightly, and the shadow of the butterfly also danced on the wall."

"It sounds beautiful, so why are they gone?" Alexander was puzzled.

"Just the night before I left home, there was a terrible storm. The first floor was flooded. The wind also blew the glass windows, and the glass balls were all smashed, and the butterfly specimens floated away with the water. gone."

"So you're moving?"

"No, I'm the only one who moved."

Song Yin licked the horseshoe wonton in his bowl, and the spoon made a soft noise: "That night, my father and my mother were killed by robbers who broke into the empty door, and the remains were thrown in the butterfly lake of the resort."

"My God..." Alexander gasped, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked these questions."

"It's okay. It's all happened decades ago. I've been used to it for a long time. How do you say that? This is life."

Speaking of this, Song Yin inadvertently glanced at Yun Shi who was sitting opposite.

Unlike Alexander who listened emotionally, this man kept his head down from beginning to end, looking extremely indifferent, as if he was resisting something.

The suspicion in Song Yin's heart has gradually solidified into confirmation.But at the same time, he also realized more and more clearly that the temptation has no practical significance, and even if it is confirmed, it cannot be dispelled.Yun Shi can sit at this table and eat peacefully, but Qi Zhengnan cannot.

He has always been able to feel that there seems to be an extremely strong and insurmountable wall between himself and Qi Zhengnan's seemingly peaceful life trajectory.

In the past in the human world, he could not see the shape and material of this high wall.

Now in Purgatory, although it was only the beginning, he always felt that he was not far from revealing the true face of this high wall.

At this time, Alexander asked again: "Then have you ever returned to that resort?"

Song Yin shook his head: "I would, but by the time I was old enough to move independently, that place would have been razed to the ground. I spent hours trying to find the original location of my house, but only found a clump Not too bad a pansy."

The table was silent for a while, and Alexander then asked: "Then...who did you live with afterwards?"

"I was adopted by a wealthy family. Thanks to them, I have no worries about food and clothing, and have received a good education. I even went to study abroad."

Although choosing some more extreme words may be able to test "Yun Shi", Song Yin does not intend to do so, it is related to his bottom line and conscience.

"So you were adopted by a stranger?" Alexander couldn't understand, "Apart from your parents, don't you have any other relatives?"

"No. When I was very young, I once saw an aunt come to my house. But she seems to be just a friend of my parents."

Speaking of this, Song Yin smiled wryly: "I even imagined that my parents belonged to two hostile gangs, and chose to elope because of love. After they pass away, I will become the only heir of these two gangs." One day, there will be a hundred black limousines and five hundred mafia cadres holding black umbrellas to greet me, the young master, to return to the throne."

"Maybe it's true?" Alexander skilfully took two wontons from his bowl, "Then you haven't thought about tracking it down?"

Song Yin also moved a few horseshoe wontons into Ergou's bowl, muttering, "How to check? Before I left the resort at the age of 7, I could count all the human beings I saw with my own eyes with two hands. My hometown was razed again. For Pingdi, even my parents’ names are fake, if our family is not all handsome and beautiful, even I might have been picked.”

"what--!!"

Alexander suddenly clapped his hands excitedly, the sound was so loud that even Qi Zhengnan, who had been buried in pretending to eat coriander, raised his head.

"Ah, isn't this the fairy tale? The king and queen, who were worried that the princess would be cursed, locked the princess in the castle and prevented her from seeing people easily. But when the princess was 18 years old, her fingertip was pierced by a spindle, and she became Vegetative..."

"I didn't add medicine to your wonton after thinking about it. Why did you start talking nonsense?"

Song Yin scoffed at him, and started again, and this time fed a few wontons into Qi Zhengnan's bowl—all of them were stuffed with coriander and pork, and the strange green color came out from the wonton skin.

"...that's enough." Qi Zhengnan took a silent breath, raised his head and stared at Song Yin.

"Hey, are you full?" Song Yin returned innocent eyes while chewing on the crispy horseshoe: "I saw you kept silent, and thought you were too hungry to talk."

"Eat without a word or sleep without a word."

"It's too impersonal. If there are too many people, it should be more lively. Are you still Chinese?"

"You like to be lively, because you have just finished more than a month of semi-confinement life." The assistant officer with arrears of emotional intelligence interjected and said the truth: "Under normal circumstances, any person who has done strenuous exercise all night , should be in a state of malaise. Loss of appetite, sluggish response, and the desire to communicate with others will also decrease accordingly. This is not normal for you."

"Exercising all night...your words are awesome." Alexander gave a thumbs up.

"Thank you for the compliment." The assistant officer nodded his thanks, and then continued to look at his executive officer: "So, have you made any money in the amusement park?"

"Still talking!" Song Yin threw the spoon into the bowl, "I was bullied!"

Then, with a complaining mentality, he recounted all the strange experiences he had encountered on the gambling boat.

The assistant officer listened patiently to what he said, and then gave his own opinion: "I have warned you long ago, those who hang out in the amusement park are all masters who play tricks and tricks, and you will definitely suffer."

Having said that, he turned his head to look at Alexander and Qi Zhengnan again: "I don't intend to mock you two."

Song Yin protested: "Can't you give me some comfort? Say something indiscriminate and turn your elbow in?"

The hard-hearted assistant shook his head directly: "Sorry, I'm running in the mentor mode. If you want to enjoy the pursuit of love, please go to the nightclub in Building 13 of the Executive Plaza. Oh no, it's a pity that you have no money now."

"You, you, are you speaking human words?" Song Yin was almost laughed at by him, but when he slapped the table, he turned his head to face the duo watching the show: "Look! Your family's executive officer has such a poisonous mouth Is it?"

"My family is quite gentle." Alexander held his face and smiled, "I heard that the assistant officer has the function of learning, and his temper will gradually approach the executive officer."

"If he followed me, he would have been an angel long ago." Song Yin refused.

"My assistant officer is the cutest angel in the world." Qi Zhengnan, who was silent just now, suddenly said this.

The room fell silent all of a sudden, and the three people, including Song's second dog, all turned their heads to look at him.

Qi Zhengnan didn't speak anymore.

The author has something to say: Song Yin: If Ergou doesn’t follow me, he will be an angel if he follows me

Qi Zhengnan: My assistant is an angel

Song Yin: What are you talking about, your two tigers can't even compare to my two dogs!Still want to compare with me?

Qi Zhengnan: Let’s discuss this issue after you can meow and warm my bed

Song Yin: Ergou, go get Erhu here!

Erhu: No way!I'm just a little kitten who doesn't know anything! ! !