After the car left the mountainside, Ye Cong took Xinya directly to the supermarket on the basement floor of the shopping mall not far from the hotel where they were staying.
Xin Ya followed behind with vague thoughts, and was finally hit by Ye Cong with a small cart.
Xinya instinctively reached out to catch it, touched the mask on her face, adjusted her emotions and gave a smile that the boss couldn't see, "Boss, I can make whatever you want to eat."
Ye Cong glanced at her with a half-smile, turned around and went in, "Follow me, don't let your master do everything."
Xinya rolled her eyes secretly, although no one saw it.
There are not many people in the ingredients section of the supermarket on the first floor at the moment. It is around 11 am and 4 or 5 pm when there are more people, but the ingredients are not as fresh as in the morning.
Xinya touched this and picked up that, but nothing seemed satisfactory.
"Boss, do you know what a greenhouse is?" Xinya suddenly turned around and asked.
Ye Cong: "..."
I encountered a big boss’s blind spot in knowledge. He really didn’t know this.
"It's the kind where you can grow vegetables in the winter."
"That's called greenhouse culture, you country bumpkin." Ye Cong said, taking two corns in and "making corn ribs soup."
Xinya's excitement was instantly dampened. Pishou took out the corn he put in and replaced it with two more. "Can't we just call it a greenhouse for us bumpkins?"
Ye Cong: "..."
The little girl is quite temperamental today.
Sprout replaced two corns with full kernels and put them in, and then went to choose other side dishes.
Ye Cong followed slowly, "So?"
Xinya carefully selected the vegetables and said, "We have it at home. When I go back this year, I will bring you the vegetables my mother grew. They are all natural and pollution-free."
Ye Cong paused as he followed her, and looked at Xinya who was carefully choosing dishes in front of him. Did this girl make a mistake? He asked her to go back because he would go with her.
Once you decide what to eat, it will be easier to buy groceries.
"Isn't there food in the hotel? Why do they have to sell it?" Xinya asked in confusion when paying the bill.
"I am rich." Ye Cong gave an answer slowly.
Sprout: “…”
Sorry to bother you, sorry to bother you, you have money, you have money.
After returning to the hotel, Xinya took off her mask and went to the kitchen to start cooking. Mr. Ye was very frightened when he was hungry.
After Ye Cong returned to the hotel, he first answered some calls, then threw his phone on the table and went to the kitchen.
"Teacher Mei has agreed to be a screenwriter for TV."
"Really?" Xin Ya turned back, still holding the kitchen knife in his hand.
"Hey -" Ye Cong said, taking a step back, "Are you going to hack me to death?"
Xinya was frightened and suddenly took back the kitchen knife in her hand. How dare she? It’s not like I’m tired of living.
"Boss, thank you, really." Xin Ya said, still holding the kitchen knife in his hand, and bowed ninety degrees.
"Although you don't say thank you for your kindness, are you just going to bow down and forget it?" Ye Cong leaned against the door and glanced at the girl who looked like she was visiting a grave. She didn't know that she thought he was dead.
"Then I'll cook you a big meal."
"A meal?"
What he wanted was not this meal.
Xinya blinked, didn't she cook for him all year round? Not a meal.
Ye Cong looked at Xin Ya's confused face and turned around, "Think about it, idiot."
Xinya became more and more puzzled, why did he call her a fool again