Porcelain industry leader

Since he had seen Gu Qingchi's extraordinary behavior once before in the hospital, Song Yu even passed the surprised expression, and took him downstairs to the mobile phone shop to cut the card.

Gu Qingchi seemed to have just traveled from the Qing Dynasty, looking around in front of the counter, seeing everything was fresh, Song Yu took advantage of him not being around, and told the teller to charge some phone charges into his card.

On the way home, Song Yu taught Gu Qingchi some basic operations while walking.

After Gu Qingchi learned how to save his mobile phone number, he first entered a "Song" with the phone number. After searching for Song Yu's Yu for a long time, he didn't see it, so he entered an "or".

After the addition was complete, he saw a sign to add a profile photo next to him, so he raised his phone and called out, "Song Yu."

"What are you doing?" Song Yu turned his head, saw the camera facing him, and immediately reached out to block it.

"Crack" sound.

Song Yu's impatient and manic expression and his waving fingers were reflected in the mirror.

Very ward off evil spirits.

The corners of Gu Qingchi's mouth curled up, Song Yu immediately grabbed the phone to glance at it, clicked back, and wanted to pick photos from the album again, but found that there was nothing to pick at all.

He rarely takes selfies, which are basically some of his own drawings, and the only three selfies are all from mysterious angles.

He secretly deleted the photo he took of his belly in front of the mirror in the gym, and cut to the front camera to snap a photo of himself.

He was very satisfied with his handsome and tugging expression.

But after the filming, I felt like an idiot, why did I have to insist on making a portrait of myself on the main road!

He must have been infected by Gu Qingchi to become mentally retarded!

Song Yu flattened his mouth when he saw Gu Qingchi's note to him, and corrected him to be the young master of the Song family.

Gu Qingchi couldn't help asking: "Then what's the note you gave me? The housekeeper?"

"You are so beautiful!" In fact, Song Yu hadn't had time to make a note for him, and he directly set it as a mentally handicapped person who traveled through the Qing Dynasty.

"Oh, by the way, what does your company do? That's not written on the business card." Gu Qingchi asked.

"It's for decoration." Song Yu said.

"Oh..." Gu Qingchi nodded slowly, drawing the end of his voice, "Then are you the leader of the decoration team?"

Song Yu couldn't help laughing, "Why do you think I'm the team leader, can't I be a soldier?"

"The temperament doesn't feel like someone moving bricks." Gu Qingchi said.

"Oh? Then what is my temperament?" Song Yu asked.

The fastest words about temperament that Gu Qingchi can think of are rich and not rich, but he is too embarrassed to say it directly, and he waited for a long time before opening his mouth, "Charming temperament."

"Are you complimenting me or hurting me?" Song Yu turned his head away to look at him.

"Boast." Gu Qingchi's eyes were firm.

"What about you?" Song Yu asked, "What do you do?"

Gu Qingchi was silent for a few seconds, and said, "Kill people."

"Okay." Song Yu was now very sure that he had no proper job.

After arriving home, Song Yu said while changing his shoes, "Let me download some apps for you. Do you usually like playing games?"

"Hey what?" Gu Qingchi asked.

"Apps are applications." Song Yu felt that he had never had such a hard time teaching other people to use mobile phones. He was afraid that Gu Qingchi would ask him what an application was, so he said directly, "Anyway, it's something to pass the time."

"Okay." Gu Qingchi nodded, he really needed to pass the time.

Song Yu deleted the apps on the phone that Gu Qingchi definitely didn't need, and downloaded some of the most retarded games. While waiting, he saw Gu Qingchi bent over to look at the goldfish.

"Do you really want to jump down and swim with them?" Song Yu crossed his legs and leaned on the sofa.

Gu Qingchi smiled, but didn't speak.

He is quite envious of these little goldfishes, who have an independent living space like poetry and painting. In this space, they are safe and free. No matter how you live, you can have food by wagging your tail, and you can also be liked.

The most important point is that he has heard that the memory of fish is very short, and even if something bad happens, it will be quickly forgotten.

But people are different, once cast a shadow, it is difficult to get rid of it.

When the application was almost finished downloading, Song Yu received a call from the company saying that there was a sample draft to be revised, so he poured some hot tea for Gu Qingchi and told him to wait in the living room for a while.

In the end, he didn't expect two hours to pass without knowing it after all this tossing. He closed his notebook only to realize that Gu Qingchi was still outside.

When he walked out of the study room, he was stunned for a moment. Gu Qingchi actually kept the sitting posture he had just entered the room, staring blankly at the little fish in the tank. Those who didn't know thought he was a wax figure.

Song Yu was a little hungry, so he invited Gu Qingchi to have lunch out of politeness. Unexpectedly, Gu Qingchi didn't refuse at all this time, and nodded in agreement.

Song Yu was not very confident in his cooking skills that could cause a biohazard at any time, so he asked casually, "Can you cook? If not, I'll order a takeaway."

"I can," Gu Qingchi looked up at him and laughed, "I can do anything."

"Oh?" Song Yu raised his eyebrows, a little surprised, pointing to the kitchen and said, "You can use the ingredients in the refrigerator as you like, so you can cook as you see fit, but it's best to keep it light and not deep-fried."

"Are you losing weight?" Gu Qingchi looked at Song Yu when he got up, and now he has changed into a pair of slimmer jeans and a cashmere sweater, and he looks pretty good.

"Fitness." Song Yu said.

"Oh," Gu Qingchi smiled, "I feel that your life is so exquisite."

"It's time to fart." Song Yu corrected.

When Gu Qingchi walked into the kitchen, he still sighed, "Do you live alone?"

"Why?" Song Yu didn't answer directly, because he wasn't sure what the purpose of Gu Qingchi's question was.

"Can a refrigerator of this size be used by one person?" Gu Qingchi opened the door of the refrigerator, only to find that it was empty, with only one compartment containing some vegetables and fruits.

"You don't care," Song Yu felt that he must have thought too much, and Gu Qingchi would not have any wrong thoughts about him. He pointed to the ice tray underneath, "There seems to be some beef and pork in it, but It's been frozen for too long, I can't tell what kind of meat it is, if you can find beef, get fried beef tenderloin."

"Okay." Gu Qingchi looked around, found the microwave oven, took out a piece of beef and put it in to defrost.

In fact, beef and pork are very easy to distinguish, even if they are frozen, the color is different.

Just like people.

Even if he stands with Song Yu now, it is impossible to become the same person.

Song Yu was too lazy to intervene, so he sat on the sofa and helped him try out mentally handicapped games, and went over to take a look at Gu Qingchi's work progress from time to time.

Gu Qingchi was slicing vegetables on the chopping board, and Song Yu was slicing fruits on his mobile phone.

After not much effort, the smell of food wafted from the kitchen.

Song Yu put down his phone and walked over, and saw a stewed bamboo shoot on the table, and the beef tenderloin was being fried in the pot.

He couldn't help lowering his head and smelling the plate of bamboo shoots, "It's quite fragrant."

Gu Qingchi took out a pair of chopsticks and handed them over, "Try it, I put a little less seasoning, if you think it's bland, I'll go back to the wok to fry it."

Song Yu stuffed a piece into his mouth, chewed it and immediately widened his eyes.

The taste is amazing.

It's the kind of delicacy that can't help but make people give a thumbs up and exclaim "Wow", but he didn't have the nerve to make such a stupid move, so he simply said, "It's okay."

"That's good." Gu Qingchi took out the beef tenderloin, and as soon as he turned around, Song Yu immediately stuffed a piece into his mouth, which made tears flow out.

Song Yu drank half a bottle of fruit juice, the tip of his tongue was still numb, wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes and said, "Very normal."

"Okay, I'm at this professional level, you can make do with it." Gu Qingchi brought out two dishes first, and went in to wash the pots and dishes.

Song Yu ate several pieces of beef tenderloin with his back to the kitchen, his face was full of happiness, until he felt that the surface was covered with green peppers, so he had to put down his chopsticks and shake the bowl twice.

He originally wanted to shake the beef tenderloin up, but the sauce spilled all over the table, and he frantically wiped it off with a paper towel.

Gu Qingchi brought out the rice and the last dish of stewed eggs, and when he sat down, there was an imperceptible smile on the corner of his mouth.

The two of them didn't speak much after lifting the chopsticks, they were both eating very seriously.

Song Yu's appetite is not big, and he never serves a second meal, but this meal he ate two bowls of rice and he still has something to say.

Why is beef tenderloin rice bowl so delicious!

Stewed egg bibimbap can be eaten for a year!

Braised bamboo shoots in oil can finish a plate without rice!

Gu Qingchi ate a deep-fried dough stick in the morning, and he was very hungry now, after Song Yu put down his chopsticks, he swept up all the leftover food.

"Eating too fast, I feel a little stuffed." Song Yu leaned on the back of the chair and rubbed his stomach.

"Then don't sit still, get up and move around." Lu Qingchi went into the kitchen with his rice bowl in his hand.

"It's because I've eaten so much that I can't get up!" Song Yu said.

"Then wait a while." After washing the dishes, Gu Qingchi found some fruits from the refrigerator.

He cut the cherry tomatoes into the shape of a small heart and arranged them in a circle. The apples were cut into the shape of bunnies and placed in the middle. It looked very appetizing.

When this plate of fruit was brought to the dining table, Song Yu couldn't hide the surprise in his eyes, Gu Qingchi smiled and said, "Eat it, it helps digestion."

"Have you ever been a cook?" Song Yu inserted a little rabbit to eat.

"No," Gu Qingchi said, "The uncle who lived next door to me was a cook when I was young, and I went to watch him cook when I was free."

"Oh...no wonder," Song Yu nodded, "I think you can consider becoming a cook or something, it's better than you...fighting and killing all day long."

Gu Qingchi smiled and said nothing.

Song Yu seldom knows how to read words and expressions. He jokes quite well with his friends, but every time Gu Qingchi smiles like this without saying a word, it makes him feel like, "Is this kid's self-esteem being poked again?"

"Why don't you do this," Song Yu sighed, pointing at him with his elbows on the table, "Come here and cook for me, how about I pay you?"