Two days later, as soon as Mi Qing stepped into the house, she smelled a very strong mango sweetness.
She walked outside the kitchen and looked in.
There was a large basket of mangoes on the ground, some tens of catties in weight. Xiao Gu was wearing an apron and was standing by the stove, cutting mangoes.
Mi Qing's pink tongue licked the corner of her mouth and asked, "What are you doing?"
Xiao Gu cut the mango carefully without looking back at her: "Make dried mangoes."
Mi Qing's eyes moved, and then she looked at the basket of mangoes on the ground: "Where did you buy so many mangoes?"
Xiao Gu said: "It was given by someone else."
Mi Qing was a little speechless, who would give him so many mangoes for nothing? She thought for a while, then blinked and asked, "Would it be a gift from a girl who has a crush on you?" In order to please him, she was quite willing to spend money.
Xiao Gu finally turned his head and glanced at her: "It was given by a man."
Mi Qing: "..."
Boss Xiao actually... Men and women take it all, the market is good.
She laughed twice, and continued to watch: "Is there anything I can do for you?"
Last time, she helped to scratch the spinach and had a delicious western meal. Now if she helps peel the mango, maybe she will be able to share the dried mango later.
The small calculations in Mi Qing's heart were crackling, she still couldn't forget the five slices of dried mango last time. Although there are fragments in the store, the taste of the small pieces is always not as good as the whole piece.
But Xiao Gu didn't give her this chance: "Xiao Tainong is small in size. One mango can only be cut into two whole slices. It's a test of skill. You'd better play with Tiantian."
Mi Qing pursed her lips: "Do you need me to peel the skin for you?"
"No, I'm afraid you're too ugly."
Mi Qing: "..."
Then you play alone!
She turned around angrily and was about to leave, but Xiao Gu stopped her from behind again: "You can eat two mangoes."
Mi Qing froze in place, flattered: "Really?"
The corner of Xiao Gu's mouth curled slightly, and when he turned his head to look at her, there were still some smiles in his eyes: "It's just two mangoes, you need to be so surprised?"
It was because of the mango that I was surprised! "Isn't mango the object of your deep love?"
Xiao Gu withdrew his gaze, and continued to focus on cutting the mango under his command: "Don't forget it."
Fearing that he would regret it, Mi Qing quickly rushed up to grab two mangoes and carried them back to the dormitory.
I always feel that the landlord seems to have changed her gender recently, and treats her much better than when she first came here. While thinking this way, Mi Qing peeled a mango and bit it down.
Well, ripe mangoes have a very sweet and rich fruity taste, and they will definitely taste delicious when made into dried mangoes.
I just don't know if there is still her share.
For the next few days, Xiao Gu was tinkering with his dried mangoes, and it was only then that Mi Qing discovered that the large oven in the kitchen that she always thought was a bit strange in appearance was actually a machine for low-temperature baking.
Xiao Gu dried all the mango slices, took out several new kraft paper bags from the cupboard, and packed them in separate bags.
When Mi Qing came back, she saw Xiao Gu hugging the dog and sitting on the sofa watching TV. Her eyes lingered on the dried mango next to his mouth for a while, and asked, "Is your dried mango finally ready?"
"En." Xiao Gu took a bite of the dried mango in his hand, and Mi Qing could imagine the thick and fragrant taste.
She stood still and stared at his dried mango for a while.
Xiao Gu seemed to notice her enthusiastic gaze at this moment, slightly hooked the corner of his mouth, and threw a bag of dried mangoes to her: "You can eat this bag."
Mi Qing hugged the brown paper bag that flew over suddenly, she couldn't believe it.
a bag? He actually gave her a bag? God knows she just wants to rub a few pieces!
Xiao Gu saw her holding dried mangoes standing still, and frowned slightly: "Is it too little? Only ten catties of mangoes can make such a pack."
"No no no." Mi Qing shook her head again and again, "Thank you boss for the benefits!"
She trotted happily into the house.
Xiao Gu looked in the direction of her bedroom, the corners of his mouth curled up inadvertently, other employees did not have such benefits.
When Mi Qing returned to the room, she couldn't wait to open the kraft paper bag, and the mango fragrance immediately overflowed. Xiaotai Nong is very small, so the cut mango slices are also small, like an egg, very cute.
Mi Qing took a bite and closed her eyes happily.
It's still a familiar recipe, and it's still a familiar taste.
It really wasn't because I was too hungry that night that I felt super delicious. She happily settled the small half of the package, and went to wash and sleep.
Before opening the next day, Mi Qing was still lying on the cash register looking at the notebook in her hand. This is the preparation textbook for Little Fatty when she supplements English. Although she has no problems with oral English, the knowledge points in the exam are too detailed, and she can't remember some of them clearly. If she is asked to take the English exam, she may not be able to get it. high score.
Xiao Gu walked in with a few bags of small dried mangoes in his hand. Seeing her troubled look, he walked up and asked, "What's the matter?"
When Mi Qing saw Xiao Gu, she subconsciously covered the notebook in front of her with her hand. Although the boss didn't say that employees can't work part-time, it seems that it's not good to do private work here.
Her movement attracted more attention. Xiao Gu glanced at her notebook and said: "Wish is a beautiful wish that is difficult to realize. It is followed by an object clause, expressing virtuality, hope is hope, and the infinitive continuation method is similar to wish." different."
"Ah? Oh, thank you." Mi Qing froze for a moment, then nodded to thank Xiao Gu. Looking at Xiao Gu's back, she couldn't help but think, why not give her an example of Uncle Zhang who sells pancakes across the street? Can Uncle Zhang know the infinitive of the object clause
Boss Xiao, he must have graduated from high school.
Xiao Gu put the small dried mangoes made from scraps on the counter, and said to Lin Jingrong, "I just made these two days ago."
"Ah, that's great. A lot of customers asked when the dried mangoes would be available." Lin Jingrong happily put away the dried mangoes, and the other shop assistants quickly gathered over when they heard that there were more dried mangoes.
Only Mi Qing said calmly, I won't fight with you, it's all yours.
Seeing everyone gathered around, Xiao Gu said again, "Let me talk about this year's travel while everyone is here."
When everyone heard it, their ears pricked up even more. Lin Jingrong also said in a daze: "It's so fast, another year has passed."
Xiao Gu nodded, and said: "The time is still on the 15th and 16th. Employees who have worked for one year can participate."
Mi Qing was depressed when she heard this, oh, it has nothing to do with her.
"Boss Xiao, how about the hot spring I told you about last time? It's near City A, two days' trip is enough. I heard from friends who have been there that it's great!" Xiao Dezi looked at Xiao Gu with a smile, Traveling is always a topic that can excite everyone.
Xiao Gu nodded and said: "I checked the information on that hot spring, and it looks really good. If everyone agrees, then go to the hot spring."
"Okay, okay!" The employees agreed unanimously, Mi Qing flattened her mouth, hum, what's so exciting about taking a hot spring, she has been to Japan to take a hot spring.
On the other side, Gu Xin was sitting in the lounge sending WeChat messages.
He accidentally saw Shen Shishi's message to her. Her profile picture and name were both of her own, and he recognized it at a glance.
His official account has many fans leaving messages every day. Although he has set up a lot of automatic replies, he occasionally chooses one or two fans to reply, which can be regarded as giving back the love of fans.
It's just that the fans who have been picked by him so far have always been Shen Shishi.
"Gu Shuai, your specially invited piano accompanist is here." The manager's voice sounded from behind, Gu Xin quit WeChat and pressed the lock screen button.
Looking back, there was a man in a suit and leather shoes standing behind him, his appearance and temperament were outstanding. Gu Xin sized him up for a while, then frowned slightly: "Zhou Yiran?"
Zhou Yiran laughed, and his voice was as elegant as a piano: "I didn't expect you to remember me."
The manager was a little confused: "You two know each other?"
Fortunately, in order to surprise Gu Xin, he never told him who the pianist invited.
Gu Xin stood up from the chair and smiled a little: "We've known each other for many years."