Of course, receiving a gift is always something to be happy about.
After Su Xingchen calmed down slowly, he discovered a problem that he had ignored.
Even if the owner really wants to give this gift to him, he cannot break the law of overlapping spaces and truly take this gift as his own.
In other words, even if you accept it, this gift can only be placed on the second floor.
This is a fact that cannot be changed, because the owner of the house does not have the function of sending to this side.
Just when Su Xingchen was thinking about something, there was a slight voice behind him, which made him look back, and turned away his eyes in embarrassment.
Because the owner of the house came out of the bathroom wearing only a pair of close-fitting boxer briefs!
As a person who has lived in a university dormitory for more than a year, Su Xingchen has seen many scenes of his roommates walking around the room wearing shorts.
He didn't feel shy, but just thought it was extremely impolite to stare at other people's bodies.
Fortunately, the owner of the house seemed to have no intention of staying in the living room, and the other party went directly into the bedroom.
Su Xingchen breathed a sigh of relief and prepared to leave.
"..." But... Even if you refuse to accept the gift, you can't just pretend to turn a blind eye and leave.
Su Xingchen felt that he should express something.
Like thanking the host for his kindness or something.
"Click." Yu Fengxing, who went back and forth, walked out of the bedroom door after a while, and at this time he was already wearing a pure cotton nightgown.
Su Xingchen was looking for paper and pens, and when he saw this, he immediately stopped what he was doing, thinking that it would be better for him to leave.
After all, two people are in the same room, and it is always a bad thing to be able to witness each other's every move.
From the day Su Xingchen returned to his hometown, he deliberately avoided meeting the owner of the house.
Except for cooking, I usually don't stay on the second floor for too long.
But at this time, Yu Fengxing walked directly to the table where the gifts were piled up, looked down from a high position, and finally found a bag to carefully pack the doll and cake, and carefully pasted the gift with a note.
As before he went to the bath, the gift was clearly neglected.
Yu Fengxing pursed his thin lips, sat down on the sofa, took out a pen and paper, and wrote on a note that there is no need for supper tonight, there is cake.
Su Xingchen looked in surprise...
Su Xingchen never expected that the gift given to him by the owner of the house turned out to be a cake.
But unfortunately, he couldn't move everything in the house in front of the owner.
If you must accept the gift, the only feasible way is to secretly eat the cake behind the owner's back.
"Oh." Su Xingchen sighed lightly.
After the owner of the house entered the bedroom, he picked up the gel pen that the other party had just used, and wrote on the sticky note, "Thank you for your kindness, but I can't accept the things you sent, and I can't receive them."
That's it, to prevent the owner of the house from sending things to himself again.
Su Xingchen put down the pen and paper, looked at the ugly bag with warm eyes, and went to sleep with a little regret but still a very happy mood.
After Yu Fengxing delivered the gift, he couldn't calm down, as if a villain was reminding him of the gift.
"..." Mr. Yu, who insisted on not inquiring into the privacy of the other party, scratched the table unconsciously, and the idea of sneaking a peek surged in his heart.
However, Big Boss Yu rationally dissuaded himself from going, and wanted to give the other party some personal space.
So that night Yu Fengxing didn't step out of the room again, until he woke up the next morning, thinking of this incident in his heart.
It has been so long, according to the other party's habit of getting up early and making breakfast, 100% accepted the gift.
"Cough." Mr. Yu hasn't given gifts to anyone for many years, but he thinks that giving gifts is really troublesome.
It would be a disaster if the other party fell in love with cakes from XX Road like Pei Wen's little niece.
These persecution delusions came to an abrupt end when Yu Fengxing opened the bedroom door and saw the gifts on the table intact.
Fengxing company headquarters.
The boss, who has been absent from work for several days in a row, came to work today with a scary face after showing his face yesterday.
"Morning." Pei Wen greeted Yu Fengxing with a smile on his face, "How is it? Do the boss's friends like the cake I chose?"
Yu Fengxing looked at him with eyes like ice arrows, and walked past him indifferently.
"Eh..." Secretary Pei was stupefied, following up with the boss who looked particularly bad today, "What's the matter?" When we parted yesterday, wasn't it fine
"It's okay." Yu Fengxing is almost thirty, so naturally he won't hold on to it so childishly, he just needs an insider to share his emotions with him.
"That's good." Secretary Pei nodded. Although she was a little suspicious, she had a lot of work today, so work was more important.
After the two of them finished talking about today's arrangements, Secretary Pei hurriedly left the president's office with a heart full of work.
Yu Fengxing took a sip of the tea on the table, and then took out the sticky note in his trouser pocket.
"What do you mean if you can't receive it?" Yu Fengxing frowned, obviously not willing to accept this result.
At first, he considered that the other party was not a living person at all.
However, this idea was quickly overturned, because the home-cooked dishes cooked by the other party were too lifelike.
And Secretary Pei once received a call from the other party, saying that the other party's voice was very young and nice.
Yu Fengxing...
Yu Fengxing suddenly felt that Secretary Pei's thinking was a bit out of order.
The second is that the phone number seems to be given for nothing, and I haven't received a single call from a stranger in these days.
Of course, Su Xingchen is not the kind of person who calls others casually, it has something to do with his sex.
Besides, the purpose of the house owner's phone call is obvious, just in case no one is sent to the hospital when he is sick, not to want a stranger to harass him if he has nothing to do.
Su Xingchen has two jobs today, one is to drive to the town to buy cement, and the other is to repair the stove and potholes in the house.
"Uncle Niu, is it enough to mix cement with just water, or do we need to add sand?" Every time Su Xingchen goes shopping in the town, he will definitely come to Uncle Niu's house to give Uncle Niu some daily necessities, and then chat .
Uncle Niu also admired this young man. He went back to his hometown to live alone, messing with this and that every day, which is a bit of a rural child's nature.
"That depends on what you are using to shop." Uncle Niu smiled.
"It's just for laying the floor and stove." Su Xingchen replied.
"Is that so?" Uncle Niu thought for a while, and the old man said carefully, "If it is used to lay the floor, then add a little fine sand; if it is used to repair the stove surface, directly use cement oil to make it smoother."
Su Xingchen nodded, "Thank you, Uncle Niu."
Su Xingchen came home at noon, while thinking about where to find fine sand, he opened the refrigerator very skillfully, and picked out the ingredients for lunch today.
Last night he rejected the owner's kindness, and felt a little bit sorry.
Su Xingchen was going to make a fat but not greasy braised pork when he didn't see meat for several days.
Choose two catties of fresh pork belly that you just bought today, put the whole piece in hot water and scald it, not only can remove the surface grease, but also remove the unique fishy smell of raw pork.
Then prepare light soy sauce, sugar, fragrant leaves, star anise, green onion, and several other ingredients.
Stir-fry the ingredients. Pour in the cubed meat and simmer. Burn each piece of meat until it is caramelized, then pour in the water that has passed the surface, add ginger slices and red dates, and cook on high heat for about half an hour.
At this time, you can free up your hands to make a vegetarian dish.
Then cut a chilled apple and marinate the diced fruit with a little salt, which is more perfect in summer.
After everything is done, the braised pork has reached the stage of collecting juice.
I saw evenly sized pieces of meat lying in the thick caramel-colored juice, which bubbled violently as they were braised over a high fire, and then stir-fried with a wooden spoon, the juice became more and more dry, and all of them were absorbed into the meat. Finally, it became a veritable braised pork.
"Okay." Su Xingchen poured the meat into a rather deep dish, his expression and movements seemed to be at ease.
This is true.
Su Xingchen is born with a sensitivity to cooking, as long as he is given recipes and tools, he can make dishes that are not particularly delicious, but definitely not unpalatable.
Otherwise, Yu Fengxing would not fully accept what Su Xingchen made.
When it was time to pack the food box, Su Xingchen's eyes were firmly attracted by the message from the owner of the house, which said that if you refused to accept the gift, then I would no longer eat the food you cooked.
Why can't I receive the gift in the second sentence
When Su Xingchen saw the second sentence, the owner of the house frowning tightly appeared in his mind, which really made people a little afraid.
Su Xingchen's focus was on Siberia. After thinking about the second sentence, he realized that the amount of information in the first sentence was too huge, right?
"Then my two catties of meat today were for nothing?" Su Xingchen murmured in confusion.
But it turned out that he was thinking too much. The owner of the house who said he would not eat, but was very honest, rushed back for lunch at around 12 noon today, and was very surprised by the appearance of the braised pork.
Su Xingchen, who didn't know how to reply to the note, simply didn't reply.
He decided to wait until the owner of the house really didn't eat the food he cooked.
After noon passed, Yu Fengxing labeled the mysterious person who was cooking as a bad tempered person.
I just asked about the situation reasonably, and the other party didn't reply to the note.
As a high-spirited young entrepreneur, Yu Fengxing has not encountered such a situation of knowing nothing and being unable to do anything for a long time.
It put him in a bad mood.
But I still have to write another note.
In case the other party just didn't pay attention, or the note was blown away by the wind, this situation is not impossible.
Mr. Yu thought about it from a tricky angle, no matter how young the other party is, he is a man who is running for three, and recently he is short-tempered and short-handed, so it is obviously right to tolerate the young man's petty temper .
After revising and revising the note, I finally came up with a more satisfactory version.
Mr. Yu put the note away, "It's more tiring than when I had a girlfriend."