Ding Yinan doesn't like spicy food very much, so if he eats Sichuan food once in a while, he will definitely feel the hotness of the Jubu area the next day. But he really didn't expect that a good mutual help would also bring him the experience of eating Sichuan cuisine.
Fortunately, Huo Zhixiao's fingers didn't get much safflower oil, and Ding Yinan washed it in time, so when he woke up the next morning, he didn't feel any discomfort in the chrysanthemum area.
Huo Zhixiao bought breakfast nearby, and Ding Yinan packed his luggage in the room.
The two checked out the room, and after greeting Liu Zhishu, they drove back to the city from Sanyang Village. It's just that this time Huo Zhixiao was the driver, and Ding Yinan was the one taking a break.
The off-road vehicle slowly drove away from the main road and turned into the fork road leading to the two-person community. Ding Yinan's community was closer to the main road, and he was ready to take off his seat belt, but Huo Zhixiao didn't intend to let go of the gas pedal at all, and drove the car directly past the gate of his community.
"Where are you going?" Ding Yinan looked out of the window, then at Huo Zhixiao, and reminded, "My house is already here."
"Go to my house." Huo Zhixiao looked at the front and said.
"What are you doing at your house?" Ding Yinan asked strangely, "Aren't you on vacation this afternoon?"
Huo Zhixiao didn't answer immediately, he concentrated on turning the car through an intersection, then slowly looked away, looked at Ding Yinan and asked, "Is there anyone in your family to take care of you?"
Ding Yinan belatedly understood what Huo Zhixiao meant. He suppressed the shock in his heart and confirmed to Huo Zhixiao: "You, you want to take care of me?"
"En." Huo Zhixiao responded softly.
What the hell.
Ding Yinan found that Huo Zhixiao in front of him became more and more unfamiliar, and could no longer be simply defined as the difficult boss in his impression. On the one hand, of course he doesn't mind someone taking care of his daily life when he has limited mobility, but on the other hand, he always feels that Huo Zhixiao will take care of him worse and worse, safflower oil is a good example.
"Actually, you don't have to do this." Ding Yinan declined, "I'm just your assistant."
In Ding Yinan's knowledge, he has never seen a boss take care of his assistant's life. If he had to say it, rather than doing it himself, he hoped that Huo Zhixiao would pay him some medical expenses symbolically, after all, this is what a boss should do.
Huo Zhixiao drove the car into the underground parking lot, glanced at Ding Yinan nonchalantly, and asked, "Do you still think that you are 'just' my assistant?"
Ding Yinan was at a loss for words when he heard the words, and was a little dazed.
Huo Zhixiao emphasized the word "just", just like what Ding Yinan emphasized to Huo Zhixiao when the two returned from Machimoto Bar before, even the lines did not change.
But this time is different from the last time, Ding Yinan clearly felt his shaken, he couldn't justly reply Huo Zhixiao "That's right".
He obviously wanted to stay away, but he got closer and closer. Even Ding Yinan himself couldn't tell what was going on.
Taking advantage of the time when Huo Zhixiao was carrying luggage, Ding Yinan sat on the sofa, opened the delivery software and asked, "Do you want takeout at noon?"
Huo Zhixiao came out of the bedroom, patted the ashes on his hands, and said, "Let me do it."
Ding Yinan's jaw almost dropped from shock, he looked at Huo Zhixiao in disbelief and asked, "Can you cook?"
"No." Huo Zhixiao said, "It shouldn't be difficult."
If the standard of cooking is defined as eating without getting sick, then it is really not difficult. But if you want to make it delicious, it's not easy for the prince who doesn't touch the spring water with his ten fingers to do it easily.
There are a lot of meat and vegetables stored in the fresh-keeping refrigerator, and Ding Yinan is really worried. The moment Huo Zhixiao stepped into the kitchen, he limped along beside Huo Zhixiao like a tail.
"Meat is difficult to handle and it's time-consuming."
"Eggplant is difficult to control the oil temperature and is not suitable for beginners."
"It's not friendly to you to fry this to thicken it."
Every time Huo Zhixiao picked up something, Ding Yinan would express his opinion. It's not that he likes to give advice, it's just that the kitchen of Huo Zhixiao's house has always been his territory, and now that Huo Zhixiao suddenly took back the territory, it's hard for him to let go for a while.
"Ding Yinan." Huo Zhixiao frowned and closed the refrigerator door, "You look down on me like that?"
"Uh." Ding Yinan pursed her lips and stopped talking just in time. He suddenly realized that his behavior of instructing Huo Zhixiao to do things was no different from that of Huo Xun, so it was no wonder that Huo Zhixiao felt unhappy.
"Sorry, I won't talk about it. But," Ding Yinan took out a rabbit apron from the drawer and handed it to Huo Zhixiao, "Put this on."
Huo Zhixiao raised his eyebrows and said, "I bought this for you."
Ding Yinan said: "If you don't wear it, your clothes will get dirty."
Huo Zhixiao put on the apron honestly.
Looking at the 1.9 meter tall man in front of him, wearing a rabbit apron that didn't match his temperament, Ding Yinan somehow felt a little cute. He couldn't help lowering his head, and smiled with the corners of his eyes bent, but fortunately, Huo Zhixiao concentrated on looking at the recipe software and didn't notice him snickering aside.
Finally, Huo Zhixiao made two simple bowls of egg noodles with scallion oil.
In fact, there is no need for Ding Yinan's reminder, Huo Zhixiao clearly knows what kind of difficult cooking he can complete.
Ding Yinan also realized this point, Huo Zhixiao was very sure of what he made, just like the design draft he drew, there was no need for Huo Xun to tell him what to do.
The taste of egg noodles with scallion oil is not bad for a novice, but Huo Zhixiao seems not very satisfied.
"Why is it a bit bland?" Huo Zhixiao said, "I followed the recipe."
"A little bit." Ding Yinan said, "Bring the black pepper and light soy sauce here."
Ding Yinan adjusted the seasoning again, this time Huo Zhixiao took a sip and said, "This tastes good."
"You have a strong taste." Ding Yinan said, adding a little black pepper and light soy sauce to his bowl, "You don't have to follow the standard of the recipe, but your own taste is the most important."
"Yeah." Huo Zhixiao looked at the noodles in the bowl thoughtfully, "It's the same as my aesthetic taste."
After lunch, Huo Zhixiao threw the bowls and chopsticks into the dishwasher.
Ding Yinan originally thought that a person who is very talented in art must be a mess in life. At least before today, he always thought that Huo Zhixiao was a person who lacked common sense in life.
But now it seems that Huo Zhixiao should just be used to entrusting things to him. After all, paying him such a high salary is of course "making the best use of everything". But in fact, even if he is not by Huo Zhixiao's side, Huo Zhixiao's life is not a problem at all.
"Huo Zhixiao." Sitting at the dining table, Ding Yinan called out idly, "I want to take a nap."
"immediately."
Huo Zhixiao wiped the table and countertops clean, then carried Ding Yinan into the second bedroom.
Sometimes habit and dependence can be really scary. If it was put at the moment when he was injured, Ding Yinan would never have imagined that he, a big man, would be so squeamish that Huo Zhixiao would hug him to take a nap.
But on the other hand, maybe Huo Zhixiao's dependence on him is the same. Obviously he could learn to tie his tie better by himself, but he insisted on doing it for him. So to put it bluntly, it's because of one word - lazy.
The bedroom became quiet, but Dan Ding Yinan couldn't fall asleep for a long time.
Distraught, he took out his mobile phone and swiped WeChat messages, and suddenly saw someone in the university classmate group sending an invitation to the alumni association in the same city.
The alumni meeting is scheduled to be held at 7:00 pm this Saturday, and it will be organized by a famous alumni in this city. Most of the people who came to participate in the alumni association had already made a name for themselves in all walks of life, so no-name juniors like Ding Yinan would naturally not attend.
But at this moment, a new message popped up in WeChat. Every time Ding Yinan saw this WeChat avatar, he would feel nervous.
[Huo Xun: Free up the time on Saturday night.]
Saturday night belonged to Ding Yinan's private time. Although he was annoyed by Huo Xun occupying his private time like this, on the surface he didn't dare to complain.
[Ding Yinan: Is there any arrangement?]
[Huo Xun: Come with me to the alumni association.]
Ding Yinan involuntarily began to speculate on Huo Xun's intentions, he could only think of one possibility, Huo Xun wanted to introduce someone to him.
Leaders always talk like this, they only say half of what they say, and they like to play tricks. However, Ding Yinan didn't dare to ask, so he could only honestly reply "Yes".
Huo Xun didn't send any more messages, Ding Yinan breathed a sigh of relief, and carefully put down the phone. The reason why he is cautious is because when the dialog box of the leader is at the top of the screen, he is always afraid that he will send the wrong message by mistake.
At the beginning, he did the same to Huo Zhixiao, afraid that if he said something wrong, he would make the prince unhappy. But I don't know when, he is no longer afraid of Huo Zhixiao, but has a feeling of sympathy for him.
If I had to say it, it was probably after Huo Zhixiao was slapped by Huo Xun.
After that, he discovered that Huo Zhixiao was afraid of the same big boss as he was.
After sleeping for an unknown amount of time, Ding Yinan was awakened by a clanging sound, as if someone was knocking on something. He listened carefully and found that the sound came from next door.
Next door is Huo Zhixiao's handicraft room, which was specially soundproofed at the beginning of the renovation. In this case, the voice can still come from Ding Yinan's side, which shows how hard Huo Zhixiao is tossing over there.
Ding Yinan got up and went to the bathroom, drank another glass of water, the voice in the craft room still showed no signs of subsiding. He was really curious, so he limped to the door of the handicraft room, knocked on the door and said, "Master Huo, do you want some coffee?"
Ding Yinan himself felt that his reason was lame as to make handmade coffee.
However, Huo Zhixiao probably didn't hear what he said, so he opened a crack in the door, showed half of his face and asked, "What's wrong?"
"It's okay, just..." Ding Yinan said and looked behind Huo Zhixiao, but he couldn't see anything clearly, so Huo Zhixiao blocked his sight, "What are you doing? You look like you're knocking hard .”
"Secret." Huo Zhixiao said, "I'll show you when it's done."