I earn merit in the entertainment industry

When Zhou Jingyun was taking a break between meetings, he overheard two special assistants whispering about what they wanted to order for lunch.

There was an indescribable joy in my heart.

Recreation's corporate headquarters has a restaurant that provides nutritious meals specially prepared by nutritionists.

The main focus is clean, hygienic, low-fat and delicious.

Although it is free, many non-artist colleagues still order takeout occasionally to treat their mouths.

Although Zhou Jingyun is not picky, he usually only regards filling his stomach as the main purpose of eating.

But after eating the small wontons made by Zhan Haiyang in the morning, it was inevitable that I could not help but have certain expectations for lunch.

To be honest, the little idiot is a bit stupid, but his cooking skills are really good.

If the instant noodles and fried eggs he cooked last time were not technical, the bowl of wontons this morning was beyond the reach of ordinary people.

Although the little fool only mentioned big bone soup in the morning, since he made a special trip to deliver lunch, he couldn't really just make a big bone soup and deliver it.

Zhou Jingyun's special assistant blinked in confusion.

In the department report just now, there seemed to be nothing worthy of his boss Zhou still smiling after all this time?

It didn’t take long for the special assistant to witness a miracle——

His boss Zhou was actually the first to pack up his things and leave the conference room after announcing the meeting was over.

Their company's department meetings are usually held once every two weeks unless there are special circumstances.

Mr. Zhou usually leaves individual supervisors behind to continue chatting for a while.

Everyone has long been used to it. As long as there is a department meeting, they will have something to eat in advance to cushion themselves.

But today, Mr. Zhou didn't take the initiative to retain anyone, so forget it. A department manager came up and wanted to continue talking about work with him, but Mr. Zhou declined.

Is Mr. Zhou busy with something urgent?

Zhou Jingyun didn't notice the curious gaze of the special assistant at all. He took the documents and walked to the door of his office in three steps.

But as soon as he reached the door, he suddenly slowed down again.

He couldn't let the little fool think that he could be bribed by one or two meals.

Through the crack in the door, Zhou Jingyun could see someone sitting on the sofa indoors.

The idea last night that went against his life beliefs for many years suddenly occupied his mind again.

That night in the bar, it was the little idiot who took the initiative to find him.

These days, the little idiot still keeps getting closer to him.

Zhou Jingyun pursed his lips, if the little idiot still had that idea——

If the object is a little fool.

So, developing a consensual relationship where each gets what he wants doesn't seem to be something he absolutely cannot accept.

Even for the sake of the little fool's good cooking skills.

The little fool just wants to be popular.

With the resources he has accumulated over the years, it will be easy to achieve top status within half a year.

Thoughts were racing through his mind, and Zhou Jingyun felt more and more irritated the more he thought about it.

It seemed like something was getting out of control.

Simply not thinking about it, Zhou Jingyun reached out and pushed the door open and walked into the office.

But when he saw clearly the person sitting on the sofa, the smile on his lips, his pounding heartbeat, and his complicated thoughts suddenly stopped.

Sitting on the sofa, who is the little idiot he is considering giving special treatment to?

It was clearly his driver, Lao Zeng.

At this moment, Zhou Jingyun just felt that a big stone came from somewhere and pressed on his chest.

It was as if he had been forced to ride a roller coaster. The dizzy feeling of weightlessness made his stomach churn.

It seemed that a table of leftover dishes had been knocked over somewhere, and the soup was wet, dirty and smelly.

Zhou Jingyun's eyes fell on the multi-layer insulated lunch box on the coffee table in front of Lao Zeng.

I wanted to ask something, but I couldn't say anything.

Lao Zeng had long been used to it, and was not surprised by Zhou Jingyun's expressionless expression and lack of words.

He chuckled and said to Zhou Jingyun, "Xiao Zhan asked me to bring it up for him."

"He came here about half an hour ago. He said he was rushing to attend a company event in the afternoon and coming in the morning would disturb your work."

"He said he sent you a message to report the situation."

Zhou Jingyun looked at Lao Zeng's smiling face and could only nod, hiding his thoughts.

He said that the little fool had a good date, so he asked Lao Zeng to deliver the food.

He said he had kept his promise, but he didn't seem to be very sincere.

Lao Zeng couldn't tell the boss's mood and anger, so he rarely said anything more.

"Xiao Zhan also brought me a copy. I opened it and took a look. It's really full of color, flavor and flavor."

"It's really not easy. How many young people nowadays know how to cook? Besides, he is still a boy and an artist. It's good if he can usually put food into his mouth."

When Zhou Jingyun heard this, he raised his head and glanced at Lao Zeng.

It was the first time she spoke so joyfully in front of him, but was it to praise Zhan Haiyang, whom he had only met two or three times?

He thought that Lao Zeng was an introverted person who was not good at words!

As Lao Zeng spoke, he raised his eyes and saw his gaze, and suddenly realized that he had talked a little too much.

It's almost one o'clock now. Mr. Zhou has just finished a meeting and is still hungry.

So he rubbed his hands in embarrassment, "Except for my wife, I have never eaten food cooked by others."

"I talk a lot when I'm happy. I'm sorry, Mr. Zhou. I won't delay your meal and will go down first."

Zhou Jingyun thanked Lao Zeng warmly and sent him out of the office.

Returning to the coffee table, he picked up the obviously newly purchased insulated lunch box and walked back to his desk.

Instead of rushing to open the lunch box, I took out my mobile phone that was on silent mode.

As soon as the screen was turned on, a series of notification messages from various APPs popped up.

There are company work groups and messages from friends.

He quickly scrolled through and found Zhan Haiyang's name among the pile of unread messages.

This was a long time ago, when Zhou Zhishan was rescued by Little Dugua in the hospital, he added Little Dugua.

"Boss, I heard from Sister Zi'an that the company has a nursing home condolence event in the afternoon. I happened to have nothing else to do, so I signed up to participate."

"The food was delivered half an hour early. I asked Uncle Zeng to help me pick it up."

"I use it in a thermos bucket. It should still be warm when you open it."

"If it tastes good, remember to give me a five-star review, 呲ya.jpg"

Zhou Jingyun recalled it.

The company holds some similar condolence activities at the end of every year.

It seems that he did approve the relevant documents a few days ago.

Putting down his cell phone, Zhou Jingyun reached out and unscrewed the thermos bucket, taking it out layer by layer and arranging it.

The first layer is steamed pork ribs and stir-fried vegetables, and the second layer is braised tofu and braised rice with preserved meat.

The soup bucket contains radish tube bone soup.

It was obviously a more sumptuous meal than the wontons in the morning.

But Zhou Jingyun felt that he was probably too hungry and had no appetite.