On the second day after moving into the new house, Yan Yan remembered something he hadn't asked before, and asked him where his workplace was while he was having breakfast.
Zhuang Yiyun seemed to have a mild obsession with cleanliness and obsessive-compulsive disorder, and he kept himself very clean and tidy. His shirt was ironed meticulously, and his cashmere coat was buttoned neatly. Sitting opposite him in a fleece home clothes, sipping noodles, there was a strange harmony.
“High-tech Industrial Park.”
Yan Yan nodded. The drive took about 20 minutes, which was not very far. He then asked, "Brother, what do you do?"
Zhuang Yiyun thought he knew it long ago, and if he didn't know, he should have asked. It was a bit strange that he just remembered it now, but he couldn't grasp the empty feeling for a while.
“Doing medical research and development.”
“That sounds amazing.”
"It's not bad. It should be boring for you, with endless experiments and research."
Zhuang Yiyun finished the last rice noodle, feeling hot all over, and he sat there reluctant to get up. He had the habit of rinsing his mouth after a meal, but now he wanted the taste of the food to stay in his mouth for a little longer.
Since he came back to live, Yan Yan would prepare three meals very well whenever he ate at home. The combination of meat and vegetables was nutritionally balanced, delicious, and the taste of home-cooked food was indeed different from that outside, which he rarely experienced in the past. It was only a few days, but it seemed that he had already developed a new habit of eating at home.
Before going to work, Yan Yan handed him a lunch box containing a sliced sandwich.
"It's too early today. I was afraid my brother would be hungry in the morning, so I made this."
Their group has an experiment result coming out this morning, so they need to go and monitor it in person, and they need to be there before 7 o'clock. He just mentioned it casually yesterday, but he didn't expect Yan Yan to be preparing breakfast when he got up. He was surprised to have breakfast, but he didn't expect there would be this.
In fact, Senlan's employee benefits are very good. There are refreshments in the morning and afternoon. At worst, he can give his old classmates a chance to improve their favorability. But when he took this ordinary transparent lunch box, Zhuang Yiyun even felt his fingertips getting hot. The bright yellow border on it was just like the feeling Yan Yan gave him, like the warm sun in winter.
"Thanks."
After sending the person out, Yan Yan didn't rush to clean up the table, but went back to his room to catch up on some sleep. Getting up early was really not his biological clock, and he was doing it for Zhuang Yiyun. After exhausting his energy, Yan Yan lay down on the bed and fell asleep.
When Zhuang Yiyun arrived at the R&D center, there were not many people there. There were only four people from their group, three from foreign countries and one from China. If Yan Yan was there, he would recognize the only Chinese member when he heard him speak. He was the one who intercepted him on Christmas Eve.
This person is called Luan Qing, one year older than Zhuang Yiyun, a PhD from Oxford University, who joined Zhuang Yiyun's team three years ago out of admiration for him. He is also a true genius. He has a young face and looks like he is 24 at the age of 28. His colleagues in the same group usually take care of him.
Zhuang Yiyun walked into the office. Others were already changing their clothes and preparing to enter the laboratory. He was particularly eye-catching with a lunch box in his hand.
"Zhuang, is this the breakfast you brought for us?" A team member glanced over.
"no."
Another team member stepped forward and joked: "It's obvious that this is not a takeaway box from outside, it's brought from home. Something's wrong, Zhuang Bo."
Luan Qing unconsciously slowed down her dressing movements and focused all her attention on Zhuang Yiyun.