After about a year of living without a regular schedule, Ling Miao was lucky enough to be late on his first day at work.
Standing outside Su Yuyang's house, Ling Miao held on to the wall and gasped for air: He fainted, even if he lives on the 10th floor, there is no elevator. Su Yuyang, are you self-abuse, self-abuse, or self-abuse
If Ling Miao still had the strength to speak, he would definitely scream out the last sentence. It's a pity, it hurts to breathe even now.
"Hey, I'm thirty minutes late on my first day at work. What a personality!" This was the first thing Su Yuyang said after opening the door. It was tepid and there was no emotion at all. Ling Miao gasped and his eyes were dull. He opened his mouth to explain, but Su Yuyang interrupted him: "Cooking first."
Ling Miao could hear the displeasure in Su Yuyang's words, and he shut his mouth honestly.
Su Yuyang turned around and walked towards the room, but Ling Miao was still outside the door. Su Yuyang frowned, impatiently holding Ling Miao's arm and pulling Ling Miao into the house. Before Ling Miao could take a good look at Su Yuyang's home, he was pushed into the kitchen by Su Yuyang.
"Hey, what do you mean?" Ling Miao took the apron handed over by Su Yuyang - oh, it was actually brand new, with creases still there.
"Cooking." Su Yuyang's cold voice made Ling Miao tense up. Staring at Su Yuyang's constipated face, he hurriedly put on his apron and asked with a smile: "Boss, what do you want to eat?"
"It's up to you, but you have to be fast." Putting aside his request, Su Yuyang left the kitchen. Just as Ling Miao was about to take a breath, Su Yuyang's voice came again: "Boss? Didn't I tell you, just call me Brother Su."
"Brother Su?" Ling Miao tried to call out.
"Hurry up and cook!" Su Yuyang urged.
"Yes, yes, yes." Ling Miao stood on tiptoe and looked around, making sure that Su Yuyang was not outside the kitchen before he completely relaxed.
"Cooking, this is my strongest auxiliary skill." Ling Miao whistled, looking extremely proud, but soon he felt like he was in hell.
Looking at the refrigerator with only a few boxes of pure milk, Ling Miao gritted his teeth and said: "To cook, should I fry the air or braise the northwest wind, or not steam the tap water? If I want to cook, I have to have ingredients, right?" Ling Miao closed the refrigerator door. , he opened all the cabinets in the kitchen with the last bit of hope, but the god of luck did not favor him - Ling Miao found that Su Yuyang's family did not have any rice, oil, soy sauce, vinegar, pepper, onions, ginger, and garlic.
"Don't these people cook at home?" Ling Miao felt like he was being teased by Su Yuyang, "Oh, you made things so difficult for me on the first day at work, you Su Yuyang!" Ling Miao gritted his teeth, as if to make Su Yuyang Chew.
Ling Miao was still thinking about why Su Yuyang was making things difficult for him, so Su Yuyang spoke at the wrong time: "Ling Miao, is the meal ready? I'm so hungry that my chest touches my back." Su Yuyang spoke in a joking tone, but His breath was as weak as that of a dying patient.
Ling Miao, who was angry, didn't hear anything unusual. He opened his mouth and shouted angrily: "Eat, eat, eat, eat. You know how to eat, but you should prepare the ingredients for me! No rice, no oil, no vegetables, noodles or quick-frozen food." None, what do you want me to do?" Ling Miao walked up to Su Yuyang with an empty bowl, put the bowl on the coffee table and said angrily: "Then, eat, stir up the air."
Ling Miao's tone made Su Yuyang frown. He obviously didn't understand the reason for Ling Miao's anger. Ling Miao threw the apron to the ground, clapped his hands and said coldly: "Su Yuyang, if you don't like it, just tell me clearly. There's no need to find anything to embarrass me."
When Ling Miao said this, Su Yuyang was even more confused. He looked at Ling Miao in confusion. Ling Miao rolled his eyes at Su Yuyang and sneered: "Su Yuyang, you are teasing me one after another. If you don't tell me the reason today, I still can't." It’s up to you.”
As soon as he finished speaking, Ling Miao sat on the sofa.
Ling Miao crossed his arms, crossed his legs and raised his eyebrows to look at Su Yuyang. Su Yuyang rubbed the bridge of his nose. He felt like his head was filled with mush.
"If Ling Miao needs something, we can talk about it later, okay?" Su Yuyang whispered softly, looking a little weak. Ling Miao seemed like an old man. He switched his legs and pretended not to hear what Su Yuyang said.
"Ling..." As soon as Su Yuyang finished speaking, Ling Miao heard a "dong" sound. He looked up and saw Su Yuyang curled up on the ground.
"Hey, are you okay?" Ling Miao rushed to Su Yuyang and squatted down. He pulled the man's head off, and just glanced at the man's face. Ling Miao was so frightened that he stepped back: Su Yuyang's face was like paper. It's average, so pale that I feel ashamed on A4 paper.
"Are you okay?" Ling Miao slapped Su Yuyang's face, and the cold touch frightened Ling Miao.