There are several coffee-related books in Ding Yinan's bookcase, but in fact he is not interested in coffee, and there is almost no difference between freshly ground and instant soluble in his eyes.
The reason why he studies coffee is entirely because of Huo Zhixiao.
Huo Zhixiao likes to drink 4 shots of espresso Americano, sometimes more than one cup a day. For healthy adults, it is not advisable to consume more than 400 mg of caffeine per day, and Huo Zhixiao's caffeine intake far exceeds this standard.
Ding Yinan tried to reduce the strength of the coffee without anyone noticing it like he told Huo Zhixiao to get up early. But Huo Zhixiao soon found out that the flavor of the coffee was not right, and he was dissatisfied with Ding Yinan because of it.
Later, Ding Yinan discovered that Huo Zhixiao drank espresso coffee because he liked the strong fruity sour aroma. He compared the coffee bean characteristics and roasting techniques in several production areas, and finally chose the domestically produced Yunnan beans with a heavier sour taste, thereby reducing coffee consumption. Huo Zhixiao's intake of caffeine.
When he came to the study with coffee, Huo Zhixiao was staring at the computer screen intently.
Ding Yinan put the mug in Huo Zhixiao's hand and was about to leave when Huo Zhixiao suddenly stopped him and said, "How about taking a look?"
Huo Zhixiao never asked Ding Yinan's opinion on the design. Ding Yinan is not a professional, and he can't give any pertinent advice. He looked at the screen and said intuitively, "Not bad."
"Just good?" Huo Zhixiao picked up the mug and asked, "Didn't you notice that there are many carefully designed details?"
Ding Yinan really didn't notice. He leaned forward, trying to get a better look, but he didn't notice that Huo Zhixiao's elbow was on his side.
The bodies of the two collided unexpectedly, and a lot of hot coffee in the mug spilled out.
Huo Zhixiao frowned from being burned, Ding Yinan hurriedly pulled the tissue on the desk to wipe it for him. But rubbing and rubbing, Ding Yinan stopped his movements abruptly, neither rubbing for a while, nor not rubbing.
Because the place where Huo Zhixiao was scalded happened to be his lifeline.
"Ding Zhu," Huo Zhixiao frowned, put down the mug, looked at Ding Yinan and said, "You are here to interfere with my work."
"Sorry." Ding Yinan withdrew his gaze from that sensitive part, and threw the tissue in his hand into the trash can in embarrassment.
"If you keep doing this," Huo Zhixiao paused, "Then I can only go to bed and work."
Ding Yinan heard the molestation in Huo Zhixiao's words, but he was wronged first, and he was not easy to get angry. He said, "Take off your pants first."
Huo Zhixiao raised his eyebrows.
Ding Yinan quickly added: "I'll wash it for you."
Coffee stains are not easy to deal with, so Ding Yinan can only soak them in laundry detergent and then rub them clean with his hands.
It had to be said that Ding Yinan hadn't even washed Han Shuo's underwear, and the two of them usually threw their underwear into the washing machine for washing. He himself didn't expect that this job always encountered unexpected situations, and he even had to wash the boss's underwear.
After he wrung out the panties in his hands, he turned around and found Huo Zhixiao leaning against the door with an old look, holding coffee in one hand, looking at him with a half-smile.
"I'm sorry to trouble you, Ding Zhu." Huo Zhixiao said, "Actually, I'll just throw it away in this case."
Ding Yinan: "..."
He wanted to say, can't you tell me in advance
But on second thought, if Huo Zhixiao really had such a good intention, then it wouldn't be Huo Zhixiao.
Huo Zhixiao went back to his study and continued to work. Ding Yinan saw that it was almost noon and the refrigerator was empty, so he went to the nearby farmers' market to buy vegetables.
Most of the small vendors in the market recognize Ding Yinan, and he doesn't need to spend time negotiating the price, the vendor owner will take the initiative to give him the lowest price. When he was walking back with large and small bags of fruits and vegetables, his mobile phone rang suddenly, and a name that surprised him was displayed on the screen.
"Squad leader, it's me."
"Yuan Feng?"
"Will you be free tomorrow?"
Tomorrow is the weekend, Huo Zhixiao doesn't have to go to work, and Ding Yinan doesn't need to come over to stare at him. The last time I ran into Yuan Feng in the awarding city of the Blue Dot Awards, the two made an appointment to have a meal together, Ding Yinan reckoned that Yuan Feng wanted to meet him.
"I'm free." Ding Yinan said.
"Great." Yuan Feng breathed a sigh of relief, "My assistant has something to do at home, and he went back to his hometown. There is an important party tomorrow, and he is too busy. Can you help me?"
Ding Yinan was a little surprised, before he could think it over, Yuan Feng said again: "Squad leader, help me out, I will definitely treat you to a big meal after the incident."
The two were roommates in college and had a good relationship. No matter whether Yuan Feng wanted a treat or not, Ding Yinan couldn't refuse it when he heard the phrase "Jiang Hu emergency". "What exactly is going to be done?" he asked.
"It's very simple." Yuan Feng said, "Do some coordination on the spot to meet the needs of the guests."
That's just doing chores, it shouldn't be difficult.
"How long will it take?" Ding Yinan asked.
"Tomorrow night from eight o'clock to early morning." Yuan Feng should be afraid of Ding Yinan's rejection, and said again, "I can calculate your hourly salary for you."
"No need." Ding Yinan said, "I'll contact you tomorrow."
The lunch break in the office is from 12:00 noon to 1:00 pm. After lunch, Huo Zhixiao nestled on the sofa and played games. Ding Yinan didn't care about him at first, but as soon as one o'clock came, he took the handle from Huo Zhixiao's hand, and said in a business-like way: "It's time to work."
The little man on the screen stopped in place because he lost control, and was shot dead by the chasing police after a while.
Huo Zhixiao showed obvious displeasure on his face, he stretched out his hand to Ding Yinan and said, "Give me the handle."
"Go to work." Ding Yinan did not back down.
"The last one."
Ding Yinan still didn't return the handle to Huo Zhixiao, he picked up the remote control to turn off the TV screen, but at this moment Huo Zhixiao suddenly leaned over to grab it, he had to keep backing up, and finally fell to the ground on the sofa.
But despite this, Ding Yinan still hid the handle firmly behind his back. He frowned and looked at Huo Zhixiao who was leaning over and said: "It's time to work, Master Huo."
"I said it," Huo Zhixiao's eyebrows were full of displeasure, "the last one."
Huo Zhixiao said as he hooked Ding Yinan's back with one hand, and reached behind his waist with the other. Of course Ding Yinan would not compromise easily, he used his free hand to prop Huo Zhixiao's chest open, and twisted his body to avoid the hand grabbing the handle behind his waist.
After a while, Huo Zhixiao suddenly stopped, put his hands on Ding Yinan's neck, and looked down at him like this.
Ding Yinan was wearing loose home clothes. After all the fighting, the neckline was already crooked, making the fading hickey on his neck very obvious.
Huo Zhixiao frowned, looked straight at Ding Yinan and said, "Ding Zhu, how can I work like this?"
Ding Yinan didn't understand the deep meaning in the words, he replied sternly: "The reason I hold your controller is to let you work hard."
Huo Zhixiao rarely showed an expression of headache, he stepped aside silently, then stood up and walked towards the study.
Ding Yinan knew that Huo Zhixiao was upset, but compared to Huo Xun's blame, he would rather offend Huo Zhixiao.
Until after five o'clock in the afternoon, both of them lived in peace.
Huo Zhixiao stayed in the study and worked obediently, while Ding Yinan occasionally read books, occasionally made snacks, and occasionally played Huo Zhixiao's games.
Seeing that the six o'clock off-duty time was approaching, when Ding Yinan was preparing dinner in the kitchen, a knock on the door suddenly broke the peace in the room.
Ding Yinan wiped his hands of picking vegetables, went to the entrance and opened the door, a tall handsome guy with a suitcase came in from the door.
"Ding Zhu?" Jiang Heng took off his sunglasses, looked up and down at Ding Yinan who was wearing an apron, "Why are you here?"
Ding Yinan pulled his collar calmly to block the imaginative traces, and said concisely: "I'll come and cook a meal and then leave."
"Where's Huo Zhixiao?" Jiang Heng put on his slippers familiarly.
At that time, Huo Zhixiao came out of the study to pick up the water. He looked at Jiang Heng and said, "If your father knew, he would definitely break your leg."
"Don't tell me." Jiang Heng sat down on the sofa in a loud voice, "I told my family that I'm going back to China the day after tomorrow."
Listening to the conversation between the two, Ding Yinan roughly guessed why Jiang Heng appeared here.
Jiang Heng is one of Huo Zhixiao's buddies. His family runs a gallery business and travels around the world all year round. He is more playful than Huo Zhixiao, and he can take all men and women, but his family is very strict. Ding Yinan reckoned that he returned home early because he wanted to play crazy for two days before returning home.
"I have a date with a few showgirls tonight, do you want to go together?" Jiang Heng quickly entered the topic.
Ding Yinan didn't have the habit of eavesdropping on other people's conversations, he went straight back to the kitchen and continued to prepare the dinner in hand.
Huo Zhixiao sat down beside Jiang Heng, glanced at Ding Yinan's back in the kitchen, and said lightly, "No."
"What's the matter?" Jiang Heng asked.
"It's okay." Huo Zhixiao said.
"Why don't you go if you have nothing to do?" Jiang Heng felt strange, "The one you said was good last time is also there."
"Which one?" Huo Zhixiao asked casually.
"The one with straight legs." Jiang Heng said, "You said that the reaction on the bed is quite green, which is very different from the appearance."
"Oh." Huo Zhixiao couldn't stop looking towards the kitchen. He took a sip of water and said, "It's boring."
"Boring?" Jiang Heng waved his hand in front of Huo Zhixiao, pulling his gaze back, "What's the matter with you? Have you become a good man?"
"Yeah." Huo Zhixiao was too lazy to talk nonsense with Jiang Heng, he glanced at the busy figure in the kitchen wearing an apron, and gently raised the corners of his lips and said, "Anyway, I won't go."
Huo Huo: Who can be as energetic as my Ding Ding