Zhuang Yiyun was distracted several times during the meeting, and couldn't help thinking about the phone call before the meeting. Ever since he said he would not go back for dinner, Yan Yan hadn't said a word. He had never seen Yan Yan like this before. The more abnormal it was, the more it made people care, to the point that all kinds of real and fictional details lingered in his mind.
He couldn't help but wonder, what was Yan Yan's expression the last time he refused to go back for Christmas Eve? Did his smiling face suddenly droop? What was his expression when he cooked the meal that no one ate? Did he cry when washing the vegetables? Did he cut his hand when he cut? What about today? Yan Yan said he wanted to cook a seafood feast. Would he be so angry that he cried and got bullied by crabs if he wasn't paying attention
Once a person's mind gets stuck in a certain circle, it is difficult to get out of it. Zhuang Yiyun has never been so absent-minded in a meeting. He knew that today's meeting was very important. The experimental data was a little different from the expected data. The Sinopharm team was present at the meeting, so he had to give an explanation. But after he expressed his views, he kept daydreaming. If he hadn't always had a sullen face, others would have thought he was thinking, which would have been a huge embarrassment.
"Zhuang Bo, what do you think of this idea?"
Zhuang Yiyun was called back to his senses. He didn't hear what the other party was saying at all. He said calmly, "It still needs further discussion. My current opinion is immature."
This was a perfect trick, but it finally brought his wandering thoughts back. Although the minutes can be supplemented after the meeting, it cannot replace the communication on the spot. No one noticed, except Luan Qing, who was sitting next to him. He clenched his hand on the keyboard into a fist and then unclenched it, and quietly pushed his notebook in his direction. On the screen was the speech he had just recorded.
Zhuang Yiyun scanned the entire page at a glance, keeping up with the pace of everyone's discussion.
It was already past ten when the meeting ended. He took the car keys and left, overtaking other cars along the way, and it took him one-third less time to get home than usual. But when he stood at the door and reached out to press the fingerprint lock, he hesitated, as if he was homesick.
Three seconds later, his hand pressed down, the door lock turned with a mechanical sound, and then the door opened.
Once again, what should have been a bright and welcoming warm light was greeted by darkness.
"I'm back."
There was silence. After a minute, still no one responded.
He walked in and the light sensor came on. It was even colder this time. There was nothing on the table. Zhuang Yiyun walked in and stepped on a shrimp at the kitchen door. It was raw. There were a few more on the kitchen floor. He looked again and saw that there were still a group of live shrimps in the pool. The ones on the ground had jumped out of the water and died.
A dead grouper lay motionless on the chopping block, blood gushing out, eyes cloudy, the cuts on the fish were neat except for the last cut which was crooked, the force was so strong that it almost cut off the fish's tail. He wondered for some reason whether Yan Yan was killing fish when he answered the call.
I have to say that Dr. Zhuang is smart. He guessed right, and the crooked knife is proof of it.
In addition to shrimp and fish, there are also crabs, but these crabs obviously can't bully Yan Yan, they have been opened and filled in the crab shells, with cheese shreds placed next to them, but they haven't been processed yet. There are several bowls in a row, all of which are cut ingredients. There is a stew pot and a wok on the fire. There is oil in the wok, probably to fry something. When the stew pot is opened, the fresh aroma is fragrant, it is the soup stock.