A max-level boss and her conspicuous family members

The camera in Zhou Ciyan's room was turned off, so he could watch the live broadcast as much as he wanted, with a not-so-valuable smile on his lips.

Seeing Cheng Jianwei leave the room and go to the observation deck, he felt something in his heart and quickly changed his clothes.

No, red is too flashy.

He changed his clothes.

No, black is too serious.

He changed again.

No, wearing white clothes at night is a bit scary. What if Weiwei is scared?

Switching to the fourth body, he unplugged a USB flash drive plugged into the computer, put it in his pocket, and finally walked out of the room.

At ten o'clock in the evening, the personal live broadcast room was closed, but the live broadcast in the public area continued.

The audience saw Zhou Ciyan suddenly walk out of the room and sneakily go straight to...the kitchen?

Zhou Ciyan found the raw sweet potatoes that the old lady had brought to them a few days ago, put them in his arms, and went to the warehouse again. He dug out a large iron basin from somewhere, and a large handful of thick iron wire.

He thought for a moment, put on his protective goggles, and picked up the welding machine next to him.

"Zi-Zi-"

The sound of welding sounded in the empty warehouse.

Zhou Ciyan arranged these wires neatly and welded them into a round thick iron mesh.

He was wearing a dark gray jacket, with the zipper covering his chin, goggles covering his eyes, his thin lips slightly pursed, and his welding movements were very skillful.

Barrage: [Damn it, Mr. Ci, do you still have this skill? 】

[Ci Ye puts on the goggles and looks really pure and handsome, a welder man. He is so handsome that I drool. 】

[Ci Jian is a good match, one can weld and the other can drive a tractor, so I got it. 】

[What is Zhou Ciyan doing? Iron basin, iron mesh, sweet potatoes, doesn't he want to bake them himself? Some people appear to be aloof family heads, but secretly eat everyone's sweet potatoes. 】

[That’s better than Feng Mian stealing grandpa’s food. 】

Crowned fan: [? ? ? We were like a passing dog that was suddenly kicked. 】

Some netizens said: "What's wrong with eating sweet potatoes? Just ask Cheng Jianwei to make them for you, or follow the example of Movie Emperor Fu and go to the village to beg for one." 】

[I'm sorry, Ci Ye can bake his own sweet potatoes if he wants. What does this have to do with Cheng Jianwei! Can't you see that Ciye doesn't want to interact with her at all? Don't bully some people! 】

[What’s the relationship between being able to weld and being able to drive a tractor? Can you also smoke it? 】

Soon, Zhou Ciyan, who had finished welding the iron mesh, took these things and dry firewood to the observation deck where Cheng Jianwei was.

Barrage: [Here are some world-famous works: "I don't want to interact with her at all", "Don't bully certain people", "Can I eat like this?" 》】

["Let's Go Brothers and Sisters" can be renamed "Let's Slap Cheng Jianwei in the Face"]

[Ci Ye just wants to bake sweet potatoes on the observation deck! He didn't know Cheng Jianwei was at the observation deck! It's just a coincidence! 】

[Yeah, coincidentally, the duck has been dead for ten years and still has a tough mouth. 】

On the observation deck, Cheng Jianwei had been shoveling flowers and green plants for half an hour.

She gently shoveled gardenias, phalaenopsis and other flowers uprooted from the flower bed, leaving enough soil for their root systems, and carefully transplanted them into prepared flower pots.

After transplanting, I watered the flowers again, and then found the flower fertilizer left by the staff responsible for maintaining the flower beds and sprinkled it according to the differences of each flower to prevent the flowers and plants from dying due to repotting.

The two leafy money trees were also transplanted into two large flower pots.

After doing this, Cheng Jian stretched slightly and opened the window of the observation deck.

The refreshing cold wind blows against my face. Outside the window, I can see the dotted lights of Luoxia Village. The night is dark blue, dotted with a crescent moon and stars in the sky, like the gentle eyebrows rising from the distant mountains.

The windows of this viewing platform can be fully opened, and the artificial flower bed in the middle is suitable for tomato seed nursery in terms of size and soil quality.

The flower bed was almost cleaned. She yawned and was about to check the time when she suddenly smelled a burning smell.

When Cheng Jianwei turned around, he saw Zhou Ciyan appearing on the observation deck at some unknown time, squatting behind the branches of the money tree, messing with something.

"Mr. Zhou, what are you doing?" She stepped forward and asked doubtfully.

From Cheng Jianwei's perspective, half of Zhou Ciyan's facial features were hidden in the gray smoke, and the cold light of the landscaping lamp made his features more clear and stern.

The man squatting on the ground raised his head, his eyes were like the rich ink of the late night, with clear confusion: "Jianwei, why did you call me Mr. Zhou again?"

Cheng Jianwei's heart skipped half a beat.

He was obviously just wearing a dark, loose-fitting jacket. He was dressed in an ordinary way, but his skin was fair and his black hair was a little messy. He looked more like a cool and innocent movie star than a cold-blooded family boss. He was completely out of her league. aesthetic point of view.

Zhou Ciyan seems to know that he is good-looking.

She calmed down, pointed to the brazier on the ground, and asked, "Are you coming to the observation deck to set a fire at night?"

Zhou Ciyan coughed, silently picked up the lid, extinguished the straw that he had finally lit, and then pulled out a ball covered with charcoal ash.

"I'm hungry... roast a sweet potato," he explained. "What are you doing?"

Only then did Cheng Jianwei realize that they were not balls, but sweet potatoes that were burnt on the outside but not yet ripe on the inside.

"I plan to use the flower bed on the observation deck as a tomato nursery, so I have to transplant these flowers and grass into flower pots. They are almost done." She explained to him.

Zhou Ciyan looked at the flower bed of the observation deck that had become bare: "So that's it, then I won't disturb you anymore."

As he spoke, he wiped the ashes from the sweet potatoes and threw them back into the brazier, ready to continue roasting.

"Zhou Ciyan, do you like roasted sweet potatoes?" Cheng Jianwei asked.

She made honey-glazed sweet potatoes tomorrow night. Wouldn’t they be delicious? But those dishes are all on CD.

Cheng Jianwei didn't pay attention to what Zhou Ciyan ate at the table. She decided to pay attention to this issue in the future.

"The honey sweet potatoes made by Jianwei are also delicious," Zhou Ciyan said, as if he could see what she was thinking, "However, I want to try the one you baked in the earthen stove at grandma's house last time. "

Cheng Jian raised his eyebrows slightly and became more energetic: "So that's it."

She looked at the few dark sweet potatoes on the ground, smiled, her eyes curved into the shape of a crescent moon: "How about I help you bake them, I guarantee they will be more delicious than the last time I baked them in a clay oven."

ヽ(￣▽￣)?

"Is it more delicious than last time?" Zhou Ciyan swallowed and clearly performed a rolling Adam's apple.

Cheng Jianwei felt like he was about to cry.

"Really, really? The trouble is gone. After the torture is over, you will get half of these sweet potatoes." He said sincerely, his dark eyes getting brighter.

Cheng Jian shook his head slightly: "Don't forget, this sweet potato was given to me and Fu Chen by the old lady. It belongs to me in the first place."

Zhou Ciyan lowered his head, as if thinking about how to convince her to roast sweet potatoes for him.

His eyelashes were thick and sharp, casting shadows on his eyelids, blocking the deep emotions surging under his eyes.

Those feelings are like glacial reefs hidden under the calm sea, giving him an ascetic and noble temperament when he is silent.

Immediately, Zhou Ciyan raised his head and asked pitifully: "What do you want from me, Jian Wei, so that you can bake me a sweet potato?"

Cheng Jianwei's plan succeeded: "Tell me your secret to conquering Sister Li!"

Zhou Ciyan's plan succeeded, and there was a touch of tenderness in his eyebrows, and there was obvious helplessness with traces of acting: "Okay."