Zhou Mingfeng made a little noise on purpose, causing the two of them to look back together.
Zhou Yan did not forget that he was still making shrimp slippery, and continued to concentrate on chopping the shrimp meat. Fortunately, they are in a villa area, and no matter how big the disturbance is, they will not disturb the neighbors.
Jiang Jinjin was surprised, walked up to him, and asked curiously, "Didn't Uncle Yang say you won't come back today?"
Zhou Mingfeng explained, "The meeting ended early."
"Oh, that's it." Seeing him staring at the cleaned vegetables on the sink, Jiang Jinjin asked casually, "We are eating hot pot, do you want to eat together?"
The smile on the corners of Zhou Mingfeng's lips persisted, "Yeah."
He lowered his head and handed her the suit jacket naturally.
Jiang Jinjin also took advantage of the situation.
At first she saw him in a suit and leather shoes in the morning, and then looked at the temperature, she didn't say anything, and she didn't question whether his body temperature was different from normal people
Otherwise, she would be sweating when she walked outside in cool clothes every day, how could he still be calm in a long-sleeved shirt
It was only later that she discovered that whether the temperature was high or low in midsummer didn't seem to have much effect on him. Every place he stayed was air-conditioned and the room temperature was pleasant.
Jiang Jinjin's arm was his suit jacket. He rolled his shirt sleeves up to his elbows, exposing his lean arms. After turning on the tap in front of the sink and washing his hands, he said to Zhou Yan, "Let me do it."
Let alone Jiang Jinjin, even Zhou Yan was dumbfounded.
Jiang Jinjin said in surprise: "You will?"
Zhou Yan was even more shocked.
Because in his memory, there is no memory of his father cooking.
Zhou Mingfeng hummed, "It will be a long time ago."
Only then did Jiang Jinjin remember that he also had a hard life.
In the original text, Zhou Mingfeng's family conditions are not good, and the family members have tried their best to support him to go to college. In his early years, his life was considered poor. He caught up with the good times. He was lucky, capable, and most importantly, possessed outstanding vision. Only then did he make his way in the mall and become the respected President Zhou.
"Show me the recipe." Zhou Mingfeng said with his head turned.
Jiang Jinjin freed one hand, opened the phone software, and moved closer to him.
Zhou Mingfeng was even taller than Zhou Yan.
He leaned slightly, and she stretched out her mobile phone in front of him, and for a moment, the two got very close.
He looked at it seriously, and after thinking for a while, he began to adjust the "little" seasoning in the recipe. Just looking at his actions, he didn't give people a feeling of unfamiliarity. After a few strokes, he adjusted it, which was no different from that in a hot pot restaurant. The shrimp slippery.
A few minutes later, the three of them came to the living room to continue cooking hot pot.
This time there are a lot more ingredients.
Jiang Jinjin asked Zhou Mingfeng: "What are you drinking?"
Zhou Mingfeng's gaze flicked over Coke, then Sprite, "Warm water is fine."
Jiang Jinjin grinned, "You take care of your health, no wonder you take care of it so well."
Maybe because she was used to ordering Zhou Yan, she said again: "Zhou Yan, pour your father a glass of warm water."
Zhou Yan also had no objection.
Maybe he was also used to being ordered by her, he got up and walked towards the kitchen with long legs.
Zhou Mingfeng: "You get along very well."
Jiang Jinjin blinked, "Very good?"
Where did he see it
Zhou Yan came back quickly, and after silently putting a cup of warm water by Zhou Mingfeng's hand, he sat down again and started rinsing the fat cow.
Although Zhou Mingfeng said to eat with them, he basically didn't move his chopsticks, just drank a few mouthfuls of warm water.
Jiang Jinjin felt that Zhou Mingfeng still had good eyesight, seeing that they were too busy, he took the initiative to help them boil the meat.
Zhou Mingfeng put shrimp slippery and fat beef into Jiang Jinjin's bowl, Jiang Jinjin's eyebrows were frowned with satisfaction, "Thank you."
This man is also a little cautious.
He brought food for his own son, but after Zhou Yan didn't say anything, he stopped serving it for his son.
After a while, Jiang Jinjin's small bowl was filled with fat cows.
Zhou Yan looked at his pitiful bowl with only dipping ingredients: "..."
By the time Zhou Yan and Jiang Jinjin finished eating, it was almost twelve o'clock.
Jiang Jinjin looked at the mess on the coffee table, and suddenly said: "If you leave these to my aunt to collect them tomorrow morning, the smell of the hot pot overnight may not be very pleasant."
Not only does it smell bad.
Simply challenge the visual nerve and the olfactory nerve.
This point is even more inappropriate to call auntie.
"So," Jiang Jinjin clasped his hands together and said reverently, "Two good people, which one of you will go?"
Zhou Mingfeng remained calm and seemed unwilling to clean up. The two of them looked at each other. Although they hadn't been together for a long time, they had also cultivated some tacit understanding. At this moment, they had no other ideas but wanted to cultivate the child Awareness of independence is the responsibility of every parent.
The eyes of the two people were on Zhou Yan who was on the side.
Zhou Yan: "..."
Gan!
He regretted it, he had such cheap legs that he came downstairs to the coffee table.
However, even he himself didn't realize that even so, he didn't even have a trace of anger in his heart. No matter how temperamental he is, how impulsive and irritable he is, he is only a sixteen-year-old boy after all. If he were twenty-six today, he would think very differently. At the age of sixteen, after all, he is not yet an adult, and he still has an irresistible yearning for his family.
In such a late night, Zhou Yan, who is at least sixteen years old, does not reject such a hot pot meal.
Jiang Jinjin said, "Actually, it's not troublesome at all. There is a dishwasher at home. Just put these bowls and chopsticks in the dishwasher and press them with your rich little hands."
Zhou Yan still didn't move.
Whenever Zhou Yan showed a trace of impatience, Jiang Jinjin would not continue talking.
She could clearly see that Zhou Yan seemed to be waiting, waiting for a reason that could convince him, which meant there was something going on.
In all fairness, Jiang Jinjin doesn't dislike Zhou Yan, such a handsome, rich and young man, who is not annoying, which old aunt would hate him
"After finishing these things, I will give you one hundred yuan." Jiang Jinjin said with a smile.
Like a joke.
Zhou Yan: "??"
If it was him before he came up with the idea of working, he would definitely dismiss it and get up and leave.
But now he is a laborer, and he has a rivalry with his father. He couldn't pretend that he hadn't said the rhetoric at the dinner table last time, and he had to do what he said. It is only two years before he turns eighteen, and after he turns eighteen, he will learn to support himself. Anyway, he has already made mental preparations, the bowls and chopsticks on the coffee table have to be collected by himself, since this is the case...
He continued in silence.
Jiang Jinjin understood, and was secretly laughing in his heart, but he didn't show it on his face, "One hundred and fifty, it can't be more, and I can't afford more."
Zhou Yan nodded reservedly, agreeing.
Jiang Jinjin looked at Zhou Mingfeng again, "Is your wallet here?"
Zhou Mingfeng had an obviously happy expression, "Yeah."
"Do you have cash? If you have any, give it to him first, and I'll return it to you later."
Zhou Mingfeng took out his wallet, he didn't have much cash, it was all 100 yuan, so he took 100 yuan and handed it to her.
Jiang Jinjin was speechless: Why not give it to Zhou Yan directly, but let her handle it.
Zhou Mingfeng seemed to have seen her psychological activities, and explained with great interest: "I lent it to you."
Jiang Jinjin was funny and speechless, "Are you afraid that I won't pay you back?"
While talking, he took the money and handed it to Zhou Yan.
Unexpectedly, Zhou Yan reminded me, "One hundred and five."
This is only one hundred.
Jiang Jinjin: "??"
Resby, it's right that you father and son are rich.
"I don't have fifty." Jiang Jinjin said, "WeChat transfer?"
In this way, Jiang Jinjin unconsciously achieved the achievement of "becoming WeChat friends with his stepson".
She sent Zhou Yan a fifty yuan red envelope, and he accepted it within ten seconds as if he was afraid of her repentance.
When Zhou Yan cleaned up the dishes, Zhou Mingfeng glanced at her, "Where's mine?"
Jiang Jinjin: "Do you want me to pay back a hundred yuan?"
She hasn't asked him for living expenses yet! !
Zhou Mingfeng smiled and nodded.
Jiang Jinjin smiled, lowered his head and sent him a red envelope of 103 yuan in arrogance, "Three yuan is interest."
So profitable, so smart, the richest man in the future is not who he is.
Zhou Mingfeng accepted it readily, and returned a message to her very solemnly, even though she was standing in front of him: [Thank you.]
…
The two went upstairs and back to their room one after the other.
It was getting late, and Jiang Jinjin didn't bother to take a bath, and came out after a simple shower, just in time to meet Zhou Mingfeng who came back from the bathroom in the second bedroom.
Zhou Mingfeng handed her a black invitation card with a gold border.
Jiang Jinjin felt drowsy at this time, and yawned several times in a row, with tears in her eyes. In addition, the light in the bedroom was dim. She saw the blackness at first glance, and thought that he finally had a domineering husband. He consciously gave her a black card, and before the excitement surged, he heard him say: "This is a private discussion, if you are interested, you can go and listen."
It's not a black card.
Jiang Jinjin took it, and when he saw the card, he felt that it was unusual.
"What discussion?" She looked up at him suspiciously.
"Didn't you say you want to learn?" Zhou Mingfeng smiled lightly, "I really don't have time recently, these are my acquaintances, and two of them are famous traders, they are better than me."
"Really, of course I'm interested!"
She will go to the world with a knife.
How precious is this kind of boss-level symposium!
"Tomorrow at four o'clock in the afternoon." Zhou Mingfeng reminded, "The address is on the back of the card."
"Tomorrow afternoon?"
"What, what's the matter with you?"
Jiang Jinjin nodded, "I made an appointment with Wenqing to accompany her to see the house tomorrow."
Zhou Mingfeng looked at her.
Obviously, she didn't know who Wenqing she was talking about.
Only then did Jiang Jinjin remember that he was busy with work and had no time to attend parent-teacher meetings, so it was even more impossible for him to know Zhou Yan's teachers in various subjects, so he explained: "Wenqing is Zhou Yan's math teacher, Teacher Sun. It was she who sent me a message to tell me that she saw Zhou Yan at the bar."
Zhou Mingfeng: "You guys knew each other before?"
Jiang Jinjin shook his head, still looking at the black card intently, "No, I just added WeChat when I attended the parent-teacher meeting, and I became familiar with it later."
Zhou Mingfeng: "?"
If he remembers correctly, the parent meeting happened not long ago.
She is actually familiar with that teacher enough to accompany him to see the house
For Jiang Jinjin, it is not difficult to get acquainted with people with good senses.
She likes Zhou Yan's teacher very much. After becoming a friend, she will like and comment on Sun Wenqing's circle of friends. Because Sun Wenqing doesn't have many friends, and she doesn't know much about shopping for clothes. During the summer vacation, other colleagues either take their children to travel or go out with their boyfriends. She doesn't have many friends. I can't meet anyone anymore.
What Jiang Jinjin has most recently is time. After hearing that Sun Wenqing was unaccompanied, he volunteered to ask her to go shopping with her.
Traveling through the book, Jiang Jinjin found that the original owner had almost no friends.
In addition to making money from business, she also hopes to have her own circle of life as soon as possible, such as friends, such as career. Otherwise, she would be alone all the time, how lonely, what she fears most is loneliness.
Facts have proved that Sun Wenqing is indeed a very good person, and he will definitely be a very good friend in the future.
Jiang Jinjin didn't notice Zhou Mingfeng's surprise, raised his head, and said, "I will definitely rush over tomorrow, but can I take Wenqing with me?"
Zhou Mingfeng regained his usual calmness, "Yes."
Jiang Jinjin smiled, "I heard her say that she is also interested in this area. She is a top student, and she must be much better than me. She can understand what I don't understand. Maybe the two of us can understand each other." Let's discuss."
"You are also very smart." Zhou Mingfeng said.
"I'm a little clever." Jiang Jinjin couldn't help but sigh when thinking of Sun Wenqing's resume, "She's very clever. I don't know how her head grew, but she can be so powerful."
Jiang Jinjin is a small talker, once he opens the chatter box, he can't stop talking non-stop——
"I'm a little bit of a person, that is, I worship the bully. Maybe it's because when I was studying, no matter how hard I tried, my grades were still in the middle and upper reaches. Anyway, she is very good, and she is also very kind. I like her very much."
Zhou Mingfeng looked at her headband.
Since returning from a business trip, he found that there are all kinds of headbands and headbands everywhere in the bedroom and even at home.
Once in the middle of the night, he was woken up in his sleep. When he woke up, he saw a hair tie on the bed with irregular ornaments, and the culprit was sleeping very soundly.
At this moment, the headband on Jiang Jinjin's head is very cute, with exaggerated bear ears on both sides, and a blue flower in the middle of the headband, which flickers with her movements.
Jiang Jinjin quickly applied the skin care products and went to bed to lie down. The lights in the bedroom were turned off, and the curtains were drawn, making people experience what it means to be pitch black.
Eating a hot pot meal before going to bed makes my mouth and mind feel better, but my stomach is not so comfortable.
She touched her lower abdomen, and couldn't help feeling: "I'm so full, I want to do exercise to burn it off."
As soon as these words were spoken, the air flow seemed to slow down a bit.
Jiang Jinjin is rarely embarrassed, but at this moment, she just wants to rewind a minute ago, and she wants to take back this dreamy sentence!
... Can she still be rescued
Just as she was hesitating whether to rack her brains to change to other topics, or just pretend to be dead, he spoke, and his voice was even clearer in the darkness, "The temperature difference between day and night is big here, and the water in the swimming pool may be a bit cold." cold."
Jiang Jinjin breathed a sigh of relief, and couldn't help but reflect on herself, could it be that she was really too dirty.
Look, the man didn't think about it when he heard this, but she thought about it.
Sin, sin, Amitabha.
"That's right." Jiang Jinjin let out a muffled laugh, "Then let's swim tomorrow." She pretended to yawn, looking too sleepy, "I'm so sleepy, I'll go to bed first."
After finishing speaking, she quietly moved to the other side, wrapped the quilt tightly and prepared to fall asleep.
The surroundings were dark, and Jiang Jinjin naturally couldn't see Zhou Mingfeng's expression, and his voice was steady: "Well, good night."
After a long while, Zhou Mingfeng closed his eyes tiredly until the sound of even breathing came from his ears.