"Professor Zhou, this... I'll use it to cushion my butt... OK?" Song Anyi pointed to the cushion.
Zhou Mo's slender brows swept away, and his tone was calm. "Isn't the seat cushion just for sitting?"
Best antique can make her so ravaged! Professor Zhou can use ancient books as magazines, but she doesn't have the guts to put old antiques under her butt... Song Anyi sighed, put the cushion back in its original position, closed the cabinet door, and sat back on the rigid Taishi chair.
She looked reluctant, and Professor Zhou ignored her.
I don't remember when it started. After each cleaning job, she would make a pot of tea, prepare homemade snacks, and share this peaceful and warm sunshine with Professor Zhou. And Professor Zhou accepted it naturally, without any displeasure or blame.
It's not bad to have such an employer. She understands that Professor Zhou is a warm-hearted man with a cold face and a good heart. Otherwise, she would not be allowed to make a noise, nor would she be allowed to happily prepare afternoon tea, and she would not be kind enough to provide antique soft goods. Mat, he must be a good guy.
Song Anyi gently sipped the fragrant herbal tea. Today's new combination of herbal tea does have a relaxing effect. Huh, it's so good. She smiled contentedly.
But Song Anyi really thought about it a lot. It's true that Zhou Mo's face is cold, but is he kind or not? Is it a hot guy? It's hard to say. In fact, he is not only cold in face, but also lazy in his heart. He is very pragmatic and rational, and he has long been accustomed to facing all personnel affairs with the attitude of judging the value of antiquities. Evaluation of Song Anyi from a perspective-
Simple thinking, talkative, and noisy.
She seems to think that as long as people all over the world meet eyes and talk about topics, they can become good friends and share their poor cooking skills generously.
However, her smile is very real and her attitude is very real, which makes it easy to see through. Such people are considered rare, like treasures in the collection, so he can let her make noise at home, and he doesn't hate it.
Zhou Mo doesn't have to look up, he can feel that the room is full of lively energy belonging to Miss Song. He is also used to the lively company of every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. Only at this moment can this loner master be able to It will be admitted that "people" may really be animals that live in groups.
"Does Professor Zhou think almond tiles are delicious?"
After Professor Zhou took the third cookie, Song Anyi hoped for some compliments.
But Zhou Mo didn't do what she wished, and still looked at the ancient book in his hand and took the fourth piece.
Song Anyi smiled slightly, and her eyes fell on Professor Zhou's slender and well-joined fingers. This reaction should mean that today's dim sum is suitable for Professor Zhou's appetite, right
Professor Zhou's implicit "affirmation" made Song Anyi very happy. "I want to try the longan rice cake again tomorrow. It won't work for no reason. I'll show it to Professor Zhou the day after tomorrow."
Song Anyi was talking to herself and didn't expect Professor Zhou to respond. Suddenly, Zhou Mo stood up, startling Song Anyi.
Professor Zhou is almost one hundred and ninety-nine in height. When walking, his back is straight, one hand hangs down to his side, and the other is in his pocket. His clean white shirt is spotless. There is a sense of energy and agility.
Zhou Mo walked to the desk and took out a kraft paper bag with the name of the bookstore printed on it from the drawer and handed it to her.
"what?"
Song Anyi took it with a puzzled face, picked up the adhesive tape, and took out three books from the paper bag. "90 Nostalgic Pastries: Follow the Teacher to Learn Ancient and Early Desserts".
Song Anyi's brows became even tighter now. After getting along for the past six months, although she still didn't know much about the mysterious Professor Zhou, she knew that such a straight-forward man definitely didn't have the leisure to choose books for her. Thinking that her craftsmanship is too poor, she sent her a few cookbooks and asked her to cut it down and re-train; otherwise, she felt that she was not creative enough, so she gave her a few cookbooks to paint gourds.
Roar, it's definitely not meant to be a compliment anyway!
Song Anyi gritted her teeth and narrowed her eyes resentfully. Hey, I'm just sharing an afternoon tea, and I'm not going to open a store. If you think it's bad, you can stop eating it. It's a shame that she thought he was a warm man with a cold face and a good heart a few minutes ago!
What's more, there was a label on the side of the book of Nostalgic Cakes. When she turned to that page, it actually said how to make longan rice cakes. This is a blatant insult! Roar, is there such a resentment of the longan rice cake that failed last time, making him sick to his stomach?!
But Song Anyi is not a person who knows how to get to the bottom of the bull's horns. It is her style to directly raise any doubts. "Professor Zhou provides recipes because he thinks my cooking needs to be improved?"
"Yeah." Zhou Mo calmly flipped a page of the book without raising his eyelids. If his cooking skills are not good, he will find ways to strengthen it. He doesn't think it's anything. There is no end to learning, which is very good.
Song Anyi was furious because of Professor Zhou's confession!
Why did he say "um" so directly?!
Is anyone so straightforward?!
Don't you know it's going to hurt a lot?!
She is a busy gold medal business. She is so busy every day that she has no time to take a breath. It is amazing to find some small snacks for refreshment, okay...
She glared at people, her anger had nowhere to go, the sunlight from the window cast into the room, and plated a layer of golden light on Professor Zhou. The sharp black eyes clearly tell everyone that this guy doesn't know how to be tactful at all!
She gritted her teeth angrily. "If I am proficient in all of the 240 dim sum recipes here, can I open a dim sum restaurant?"
Zhou Mo didn't speak, his attitude was indifferent, he didn't feel guilty at all, and he didn't feel that his confession would hurt others.
Song Anyi was so angry that her stomach hurt. She put the book on her lap and looked around at these lifeless but priceless antiques, thinking about how to fight back.
Alas, it turns out that after being with dead things for a long time, people will become emotionless!
"Professor Zhou, if I do open a dim sum restaurant, will you come over? Ah, of course you have to come. If I succeed in opening a dim sum restaurant, it will be thanks to Professor Zhou's earnest teaching, and I would like to ask you to buy the recipes yourself. What!" Song Anyi sneered and glanced back defiantly, catching Professor Zhou's habit of not liking going out except for work, this is a bright irony!
Zhou Mo rarely looked away from the ancient book, looked directly at Miss Song beside him, saw the latter's expression stiff and unhappy, and stated the facts directly and truthfully.