I earn merit in the entertainment industry

Zhan Haiyang got a nod from his boss and got up at 6:30 the next day.

He went to the market, bought wonton skins and fresh meat, and chopped the meat fillings as gently as possible.

Not knowing whether Zhou Jingyun liked chives or not, he simply made two portions.

One is meat stuffed with chives, and the other is pure meat.

Zhan Haiyang learned how to make wontons from the canteen aunt of the fire brigade.

Auntie feels sorry for them as they have to work night shift at night, and they always cook midnight snacks before getting off work.

Occasionally, when he is free and goes to the cafeteria to eat and drink, he will lend a hand and help.

Over time, I learned how to make dumplings and wontons, which sound complicated but are actually simple to make.

After the water boils, throw the twenty dozen wontons that have been wrapped into the pot.

After a while, wonton floated on the water like a jellyfish with a translucent white skirt.

Zhan Haiyang was taking a ladle to catch wontons when he heard a noise coming from the master bedroom inside.

Zhou Jingyun should have gotten up and was washing up.

He sped up the movements of his hands and put the wontons into the soup that had already been prepared.

Finally, add a few drops of sesame oil. The rich aroma of sesame seeds is stimulated by the hot soup and immediately spreads throughout the kitchen.

A bowl of hand-made wontons with full color, flavor and flavor is ready to be served.

When Zhou Jingyun walked out of the room, Zhan Haiyang also happened to enter the restaurant with a full soup bowl.

The young man put the big soup bowl on the table, put his unbearably hot fingers on his ears to cool down, and looked at the visitor with his clear eyes.

"Hey, boss, where's your splint?"

Zhou Jingyun was wearing a relatively loose and casual jacket, and there was no bandage hanging around his neck like the halter that tarnished his image as a domineering boss last night.

The man didn't say anything, but simply raised his right sleeve slightly.

Zhan Haiyang looked carefully and discovered that the straight lines of the plywood were vaguely printed on the sleeves of Zhou Jingyun's coat.

Oh, it turns out the splint is hidden in the sleeve.

Zhan Haiyang suddenly realized.

As the CEO of the company, Zhou Jingyun's work during the day is either holding meetings or negotiating business with other big bosses.

Hanging a hanging splint exposed is really detrimental to the company's image.

To borrow an exaggeration from Mr. Ba's article - I don't know if it will affect the company's stock price.

Zhan Haiyang hesitated for a while and did not emphasize what the doctor said yesterday to him, but he still gave him a warning.

"Boss, if you don't need to fix the sling, you have to be careful with your hands today."

Zhou Jingyun nodded, but his eyes were glued to the green and white food in the bowl.

He asked in surprise, "Did you really make this?"

The steaming wontons in the bowl look appetizing.

As a person who often doesn't want to eat breakfast because he gets up early, he also has the urge to eat a big meal.

He guessed that Zhan Haiyang could cook vegetables, but he didn't expect that he could actually make wontons.

Such food made him embarrassed to be angry with the little idiot for doing something stupid last night.

Little did Zhan Haiyang know that his boss was still thinking about being angry with him.

Anyway, he just slept and didn't remember the "hands on" to his boss in the morning and evening.

"Yeah, it's packed freshly."

He pointed to the two soup bowls on the table with a little pride, "I forgot to ask yesterday, boss, do you eat onions?"

"With or without scallions, I'll make a bowl of each. It's up to you which bowl you eat."

Zhou Jingyun didn't have any taboos and chose the bowl with green onions.

The two of them sat down and took spoons to eat the wontons.

On a winter morning, eating a bowl of these hot wontons is so comforting.

Even if Zhou Jingyun holds the spoon in his left hand, he eats them one by one without fear of burning them.

I don't know how many wontons I ate, but the number of wontons in the bowl was clearly countable, and Zhou Jingyun slowed down.

Then I heard Zhan Haiyang's voice.

"Boss, are you in the company at noon?"

Zhan Haiyang's classes with Teacher Xie have come to an end, and he has no work scheduled for the past few days.

He wanted to make some delicious meals to reward his boss while he had time.

to make up for the harm she had caused him.

Zhou Jingyun raised his eyebrows.

Listening to this tone, does the little fool want to arrange for him to have three meals a day?

"Aren't you going to take classes with Teacher Xie?"

Speaking of which, Zhan Haiyang was laughed at by Guo Wenxing when he went to take classes with Teacher Xie.

Lao Guo said that he was looking forward to Zhan Haiyang becoming a talent quickly, so he came to give Zhan Haiyang the toughest teacher in the industry.

In fact, this plan was made by Zhang Xianglan, and Zhang Xianglan was also responsible for the coordination work for Teacher Xie Xiangyu.

Zhou Jingyun did not immediately answer Zhan Haiyang's question.

Someone specially delivers meals, which in his mind is a very luxurious thing.

He attended boarding school in high school.

Parents of some students often go to the school gate to deliver midnight snacks to their children during self-study in the evening because they are worried that the school canteen is not delicious and nutritious.

During the entire three years of high school, he never received a late-night snack from his family.

His father is always on the bed of an unknown woman, and his mother is also busy flying around the world to see exhibitions and attend cocktail parties.

Only those who are loved are qualified to receive food made by others.

Zhou Jingyun lowered his head and focused on the exquisite hand-painted small porcelain spoon.

He didn't even know he had a spoon like this in his house.

Scoop up a wonton and gently put it into your mouth.

The wonton skin melts in your mouth, and the meat filling is so fresh and soft that you can almost take a sip.

There are also some seaweed and shrimps in the bowl.

He really wanted to reject Zhan Haiyang.

Allowing the little idiot to enter his personal space has already violated his definition of a safe distance between people.

The last time I brought him up to apply medicine, he felt inexplicably soft-hearted.

Has he ever worried about other people getting bacteria in dirty water and getting their wounds infected?

This time he would be injured, so he was nosy and reached out to help Zhan Haiyang block it.

It seems that as long as the target is a little idiot, he will always break his own rules easily.

But when he heard his own voice, he pretended not to care and said, "I will be in the company at noon, but there is a department's annual summary meeting that won't end until around 12:30."

Zhan Haiyang asked a question, but didn't hear the answer and didn't care.

I was eating the wontons in my bowl with my head down, thinking about filling them with chives next time, when I heard the other party announcing the time for the meeting to end at noon.

Zhan Haiyang finished chewing the wonton in his mouth and reacted.

Does this mean you agree to him delivering lunch?

Alas, these fine people, can they speak more directly?

It's really a waste of brains to talk in such a roundabout way.

The spoon in his hand paused for a moment before continuing to reach into the bowl.

"Okay, I'll make you a big bone soup at noon and bring it over."

Zhou Jingyun looked at the little idiot and patted his chest without hesitation, his thin lips slightly raised.

As if it was a psychological protection mechanism, he told himself that he just wanted to see how many days the little idiot could show his attentiveness.