1.
Sang Zhi had nothing to do during the summer vacation, and spent a very leisurely time. Sometimes I get invited out by my friends, and most of the rest of the time I just stay at home and draw pictures.
Occasionally meet Duan Jiaxu.
Unlike her, Duan Jiaxu was busy with his work. He worked overtime until eleven or twelve every day, and the rest time was like squeezing toothpaste. Except for occasional single breaks, there is basically no time every day.
Normally, Sang Zhi could only go there to look for him during the lunch hour. But compared to when she was in Yihe, when the two were in different places, it was much better.
Knowing that starting a business is already tiring, and Duan Jiaxu is trying his best to spend time with her, Sang Zhi didn't feel angry, but felt that this day was too boring.
Just like that for a week.
Sang Zhi began to find something for herself to do on top of the original thing.
Sang Zhi was inexplicably interested in cooking because of a video he found on the Internet. There are many ingredients at home, so she doesn't have to go out to buy it. When she is interested, she gets up and runs to the kitchen.
Facing the video, Sang Zhi followed the steps above and completed it step by step. She felt that every step of her operation was exceptionally perfect, except when she was ready to stir fry.
Sang Zhi has a great principle in doing things. It doesn't matter if he does something shameful, as long as it doesn't hurt his own flesh.
On weekdays, she is the only one at home.
So no one knows how Sang Zhi tossed.
She stood there thinking for a while, washed her hands, and went back to the room. Sang Zhi turned over an ankle-length coat, put it over her body, and wrapped a scarf around her neck.
After thinking for a while, Sang Zhi put on gloves, a mask, and a pair of glasses with countless prescriptions. She took out the blindfold from the drawer and covered her forehead before leaving the room.
As soon as he walked to the restaurant, there was movement at the entrance.
Sang Zhi's heart skipped a beat, and as soon as she lifted her eyes, she met Sang Yan's gaze as if she was mentally retarded. She was a little embarrassed and stood stiffly in place: "Brother, why are you back?"
"Take something." Sang Yan glanced at her up and down, and couldn't say anything, "Are you going to go out wearing this?"
Sang Zhi said honestly, "I'm going to fry an egg."
Sang Yan: "..."
Silence for a few seconds.
Sang Yan suddenly took out her phone and took a picture of her.
Sang Zhi was stunned: "What are you doing?"
Sang Yan said naturally: "Send a circle of friends."
Sang Zhi widened her eyes and walked over to grab his phone: "Aren't you that boring!"
Sang Yan raised her hands, raised her head, and quickly moved her fingers on the screen. The other hand pressed Sang Zhi's head and pushed her away.
After the sending was successful, Sang Yan turned off the screen: "Okay, fry your eggs."
"..." Sang Zhi stared at him, resisting the urge to go up and kill him, she suppressed her temper, took out her phone from her pocket, and glanced at Moments.
Nothing new.
She raised her head suspiciously: "Did you block me?"
Sang Yan walked to the room. Hearing this, his footsteps stopped, and he said lazily: "It's wrong."
Sang Zhi: "?"
"It's a commendation to Duan."
"… "
Sang Zhi pursed her lips and opened the chat window with Duan Jia Xu to take a look. Probably still busy, he didn't read WeChat, and he didn't look for her.
It wasn't that he never lost face in front of these two people anyway, so Sang Zhi simply didn't care. But she felt unhappy again, so she flipped through the photo album on her phone for a long time, found the ugly photo of Zhang Sangyan and sent it to Wen Yifan.
Sang Zhi entered the kitchen again.
She turned on the fire, and when the oil was hot, poured the egg mixture into it, and heard a crackling sound, but the oil didn't fry as she thought.
Sang Yan entered the kitchen at this time and took the spatula in her hand: "Get out of the way."
"..." Sang Zhi was not very happy, "I want to do it myself."
"I'm afraid the kitchen will explode."
Sang Zhi stood beside him, looked into the pot, and muttered, "You are too exaggerated, I think I did a good job."
"You usually do it yourself?" Sang Yan said casually, "Are you doing self-harm?"
"..." Sang Zhi swallowed hard, "I don't usually make it myself, but I order takeout. I just want to make a bento today. If it's delicious, I'll take it to Brother Jiaxu for lunch."
"Oh." Sang Yan understood, "You want to change your boyfriend."
"… "
This time Sang Zhi couldn't help it: "The things I make are not so bad."
Sang Yan just scrambled the eggs and put them in the bowl next to them. He lowered his eyes and said in a particularly rude tone: "Ren Duan Jiaxu is very good to you, there is no need to hurt people like this."
Sang Zhi was too lazy to pay attention to him.
Seeing the vegetables and meat she had cut aside, Sang extended his hand, raised his chin, and simply fried a piece for her: "Bring it here."
Sang Zhi moved her lips and wanted to say something, but in the end she compromised and handed him the plate.
Taking advantage of this time, Sang Zhi went back to the room and changed into a set of clothes. Afterwards, she went back to the kitchen, took out two lunch boxes, put some rice in it, carefully placed the plate, and made two bentos.
Sang Yan washed his hands: "I'm leaving."
Sang Zhi: "Brother, did you drive here?"
"Um."
"Then take me to my boyfriend by the way."
"… "
Sang Zhi covered the lunch box and packed it in a bag, with a strange expression: "I was planning to slowly get him a love lunch, but you made half of it, so what's that?"
Sang Yan frowned.
"It's really weird to say it." Sang Zhi muttered, "I made a love bento for my boyfriend together with my brother."
"..." Sang Yan said expressionlessly, "Take a taxi by yourself."-
Sang Zhi told Duan Jia Xu on WeChat that she was coming over. She had never been to his studio before, and only passed by this area when she came to see him.
Walking to the office building, Sang Zhi happened to see Duan Jiaxu.
Duan Jiaxu came over, helped her carry the bag, and said, "Did you make it yourself?"
Sang Zhi directly ignored Sang Yan's credit and nodded, "Yes."
Duan Jiaxu said with a smile, "Do you wear that?"
Sang Zhi frowned, "Do you want to laugh at me too?"
"No." Duan Jiaxu held her and raised his eyebrows, "It's pretty cute, I'll wear it when I cook in the future. As long as I don't get hurt, it's fine."
Sang Zhi took the initiative: "I should do it for you tomorrow too."
Duan Jiaxu smiled again, "Yes."
After a while, he asked, "Why do you suddenly want to cook?"
"There's nothing to do." Sang Zhi said, "I feel like cooking is quite interesting."
The two took the elevator upstairs and entered the studio.
The space is not big, there are about ten people in it, and they are all eating takeaway at this time. Hearing the movement, a bunch of people who were chatting turned their heads in unison and looked this way.
Duan Jiaxu introduced lightly, "My girlfriend, you can just call me sister-in-law."
As soon as these words fell, there was a neat and loud voice: "Hello, sister-in-law!"
Sang Zhi: "..."
She felt a little embarrassed, so she pretended to be calm and greeted them. When she turned around, Duan Jiaxu dragged her to his desk: "You sit here."
Afterwards, Duan Jia Xu pulled the chair next to her and sat on it. He opened the bento and said with great interest, "Can you still cook?"
Sang Zhi explained: "I did it from the online guide."
Duan Jiaxu seemed to be in a good mood, but he still instructed: "Be careful, don't do it if you feel unsure, I can eat takeout."
"No." Sang Zhi said, "It's fun."
For the next few days, Sang Zhi tossed around all morning as usual, getting two bentos out. Although the taste is a little worse than those fried by Sang Yan, it is still acceptable.
Sang Zhi often came to Duan Jiaxu's studio and naturally chatted with his colleagues. I also know that they all know that there is a person like her, but they have never seen a real person.
This interest lasted for less than a week, and Sang Zhi began to feel that cooking was extremely boring and could not bring up the energy. When she woke up that day, she stayed in bed for a while, and told Duan Jia Xu in advance that today should not be over.
Thinking of going again tomorrow, I lay on the bed with my tablet for a day.
Same thing the next day.
Tomorrow after tomorrow, Sang Zhi never entered the kitchen again-
After Sang Zhi didn't come to deliver meals at noon, Duan Jiaxu and his colleagues lived a life of eating takeaways every day. He didn't mind it too much, and was worried that she would get hurt if she stayed in the kitchen all the time.
But inexplicably.
His colleagues didn't think so.
One noon, Duan Jia Xu heard them chatting in the tea room.
"Actually, I always thought that the boss's girlfriend was bragging, just an excuse he made up because he didn't want to fall in love."
"Yes, yes, I also thought, because I have never seen him bring it out."
"No, he is either on the phone or looking at his mobile phone in his spare time. At first glance, he is someone who has a target."
"You can see a girlfriend! Last time I heard him talk on the phone, you dare to believe that such a terrible person, the boss, is actually acting like a spoiled child." The boy began to imitate his tone very greasy, "Little boy, why are you so fierce? what?"
Duan Jia Xu's eyelids moved.
"And don't you think the boss is a little scary lately?"
"A bit."
"Right? I also think that since my sister-in-law didn't come over, I felt that although he was smiling, he had a feeling of hiding a knife in his smile."
"Did the boss get dumped, or why would my sister-in-law suddenly stop coming?"
"I think it's possible. I've heard it before. My sister-in-law seems to dislike the boss a bit and think he's old. I only heard it secretly. The boss is actually 80 years old."
"Fuck me."
"Fuck me."
"36 years old?"
"The boss is in good condition. My sister-in-law looks like she is still in college, but she is a bit younger. I think he really likes her sister-in-law. Except for her job, she is looking for a sister-in-law, which makes people feel a little clingy."
"Forget it."
"Yeah, the boss probably doesn't want others to know about it, so he's holding out in front of us."
"Okay, we don't even know."
Duan Jiaxu: "…"
He twitched the corners of his mouth, did not enter the pantry, turned his head back to his seat, and called Sang Zhi.
Sang Zhi quickly picked it up: "Hello."
Duan Jiaxu said casually, "What are you doing?"
Sang Zhi: "Draw a picture."
"Are you free tomorrow?"
"Yes."
Duan Jiaxu was silent for a few seconds, and seemed to have no intention of saying, "Come here and give me a meal."