The cliché story of a domineering president and his secretary

"Boss, Miss An." Xiao Yang walked over from the aisle on the side.

An Yi waved to him excitedly, and then stood behind Ding Hong with a happy face. Xiao Yang was puzzled: Why did Miss An look forward to him so much? When he saw the boss's cold face, he suddenly realized: I guess these two are doing some "scheming" again!

"Boss, lunch time is at twelve o'clock."

"Okay, I got it." Ding Hong said and walked into the Taoist temple.

It seems that the boss wants to visit here. Does he believe in Taoism? An Yi followed behind carelessly, guessing out of boredom.

Strangely, the boss did not stop after entering the main hall, but led them straight through the hall and toward the courtyard behind. Perhaps because it was built along the mountain, there were many aisles and corridors here, and they stopped in front of a courtyard after making many turns.

It turns out there is something special here! An Yi sighed. She had thought it was just an ordinary Taoist temple before, because no matter what she saw in the travel notes or in the main hall, it didn't seem very popular. What puzzled her even more was how the boss was so familiar with this place? It didn't look like he had been here two or three times. While she was thinking, a young Taoist priest in green came out in small steps. When he saw them, he bowed and saluted: "Excuse me, are you Mr. Ding?" Seeing Ding Hong return the salute and nod, the young Taoist priest continued: "The Taoist priest has been waiting for a long time. Please follow me." Ding Hong replied with a "thank you" and motioned An Yi to go in with him.

Before An Yi could think about it, he walked a few steps and found that Xiao Yang did not follow him, but was waiting at the door, so he hurriedly asked in a low voice: "Boss, do you need to ask Xiao Yang to come in?"

"No, just come."

An Yi was puzzled and curious at the same time. Did he need her to accompany him to discuss business with the Taoist priest? Did he need a robot here? She quickly glanced at the small courtyard. It was quiet and simple, and had nothing to do with high technology! She wanted to see what the boss had to do with this Taoist temple.

"Hahaha, little brother Ding! Long time no see, it's rare that you think of me!"

Walking into the hall, An Yi was startled by a sudden voice before he could even look around. He saw an old Taoist priest in a blue and coarse cloth come out. He was about fifty years old, with a kind face and a few wisps of beard on his chin, like an old immortal. It was rare for him to have eyes as sharp as lightning, a voice as loud as a bell, and a straight back at his age. It was obvious that he was well maintained. If a TV series needed someone to play a Taoist priest, this person could play the role directly, without even having to put on makeup!

"Master Li is still as elegant as ever, and it seems he is living a carefree life." Ding Hong also responded with a smile, and his tone was filled with a rare relaxed and teasing tone, which made An Yi feel very novel, and he couldn't help but observe the conversation between the two with great interest.

"Who is this lady?" Taoist Li is such a shrewd man, how could he ignore the person next to the VIP.

"Hello, Taoist Priest. I am Mr. Ding's secretary. My name is An Yi." How could she let her boss waste his words on her? An Yi stepped forward at the right time and introduced herself with a smile.

Taoist Li, no matter how steady he was, couldn't help but show a look of suspicion, wondering why Ding Hong would bring a secretary to him. So he turned his head to look at the eldest son of his old friend.

"This time I am here with my company employees to visit Yunqing Mountain. I'm afraid that others have already climbed to the top of the mountain. I miss you so much that I came to visit you." Ding Hong didn't need the host to introduce him. He walked to the room on the left. Taoist Li didn't seem surprised. He stood by his side and laughed loudly, "Come here to visit? What's the point of this barren mountain? Why did you choose this place?"

"A mountain is not high, but it is magical if there are immortals. Don't we have an old immortal like you here?" Ding Hong ignored the inquiry in Taoist Li's words and stretched his carefully trimmed white beard with his backhand, causing the old Taoist to hurriedly slap Ding Hong's hand away and angrily said, "I haven't seen you for almost two years, and you are still so naughty!"

Ding Hong sat in a big chair without caring, and pointed to the chair beside him to An Yi who was already stunned, and asked her to sit down with him. Taoist Li was already sitting cross-legged on the long couch opposite them, and clapped his hands twice, and the young Taoist priest bowed and entered.

"I know you don't like drinking tea, but there is nothing else here except tea. A few days ago, a Taoist friend gave me some new tea from his hometown. You can have a few sips of it." Taoist Li said to Ding Hong.

"Don't be so modest. Where did you get this precious stuff? My father is so picky about tea that he has to have a few cups from you every time he comes to feel satisfied! Why don't you just give it to me and take it all back to honor my grandfather?" After Ding Hong said this, he turned around and winked at the little Taoist priest.

An Yi knew that the boss was joking, but he didn't expect that the old Taoist priest sitting opposite him would not care about his highly respected status, and ordered the young Taoist priest as if he was frightened: "No need to make tea, just bring a cup of plain water! Otherwise, the tea that I just got and haven't even tasted a few cups of will be coveted by this young man!" As soon as these words came out, everyone in the room laughed, and the atmosphere was very relaxed.

After the laughter, the old Taoist looked at An Yi, wanting to ask if she could have some tea. However, after a quick look, he noticed that the lady's face was pale and her breath was a little weak. However, he did not say much, but took the initiative to say to the young Taoist: "Make a cup of Eight Treasures Tea for Miss An, but don't add sugar yet."

When Ding Hong heard this, he drooped his eyelashes slightly and raised the corners of his mouth slightly.

Then the two began to chat about their recent situation. An Yi had heard the relationship between the two from the conversation. This Taoist priest should be an old friend of Mr. Ding and an elder that the boss had known since childhood, so the two of them were so close. She looked around the room they were in silently without making any noise. This should be a study room for guests. In addition to this large tea table, wooden chairs and several pots of green plants in front of the window, there were bamboo shelves full of books on the wall. Oh, and there was also a calligraphy hanging on the wall behind Taoist priest Li. Unfortunately, it was written in a flamboyant style, and she could only vaguely recognize a few words.

Soon, the young Taoist priest came with a tray. He served tea to Ding Hong first, and was about to hand the cup of Eight Treasures Tea to An Yi, but was suddenly stopped by Taoist Li: "Bring it here first." As he spoke, he opened the drawer beside him, poured a little brown block from a sealed bottle into a porcelain bowl, and ground it with a small stone pestle. When it was fine powder, he put it into the cup of Eight Treasures Tea and gently stirred it with the porcelain spoon in the cup.

"What is that?" It was Ding Hong who asked.

Taoist Priest Li was not in a hurry to reply. Instead, he ordered the young Taoist priest to hand the teacup to An Yi again, and then he introduced leisurely: "I noticed that Miss An looked like she was suffering from blood deficiency and qi deficiency. That's why I specially sent you this nourishing tea. Ordinary Eight Treasures Tea contains rock sugar, but what I added just now is the old brown sugar made by ancient Yunnan method." After that, he raised his hand and motioned An Yi to try the taste.

Under the focused gazes of the people around her, An Yi raised her teacup uncomfortably and savored it carefully. She only felt that the tea was sweet and warm with red dates and longans added to it, which was much more comfortable than the peanut juice just now. However, it seemed that the precious ancient brown sugar did not taste anything special compared to the ordinary brown sugar she bought from the supermarket. But how could she be so ungrateful? The other party treated her specially for the sake of the boss's face, so An Yi said with a happy face: "Thank you, Master! This tea is not only sweet, but also warms my body after drinking it."

"Thank you very much." Taoist Priest Li shook his head slightly, but his face looked very pleased.

Ding Hong, who was sitting beside him, stared at An Yi for a moment and saw that her face was indeed rosy. Thinking of the old man holding the small bottle of brown sugar like a treasure, it seemed that it was indeed a good thing. His eyes flashed with a gleam of light, and he smiled and leaned forward and stretched out his arm to hold the bottle of brown sugar in his hand. Taoist Li saw that the situation was not good and wanted to protect it, but it was too late. He could only stare at Ding Hong anxiously and stamp his feet: "You, you should give it back to me! Why do you want to grab everything!"

Ding Hong had already sat back down. He just stuffed the small bottle into An Yi's hand and signaled her to take it with his eyes. He turned to the old Taoist priest and said with a smile: "It's just a bottle of brown sugar. You seem so stingy!"

"What bottle of brown sugar? It was brought to me by a fellow villager who came here from afar to seek medical treatment. It is very precious! Now that you have taken it away, I don't know where to find it again!" Taoist Priest Li was furious.

"What do you want this brown sugar for? You are also suffering from blood deficiency. Wouldn't it be a good deed if you give it to those who really need it? May you be blessed with infinite happiness." Ding Hong finished his words, bowed his hands and chanted the title of honor. Seeing this, the old Taoist priest was so sad that he could not even cry. He just shook his head and sighed, pointing at Ding Hong, unable to say a word.

"Boss, how about..." An Yi raised the small bottle in her hand and looked at Ding Hong awkwardly. She knew that the boss had snatched the bottle of brown sugar for her, but the old Taoist priest treasured it so much, how could she take away his beloved thing?

Ding Hong blocked her return motion with her hand, shook her head, and said to Taoist Li with a smile: "How about this, I don't want the tea leaves, I just want the brown sugar, isn't that fair?"

"You are going too far! Who said I gave you tea? You are still the same as before, little robber!" The Taoist priest scolded with a smile, and then said gently to An Yi: "Actually, he is right. Giving you the brown sugar is the best use of it. Then I will prepare a few sets of Eight Treasure Tea for you, take it away, and drinking a cup every day will be very beneficial."

An Yi hurriedly stood up to thank him, but Ding Hong was still not satisfied and said to the young Taoist priest who was about to leave, "Bring up a few pieces of each of your snacks." He then smiled and said to Taoist Priest Li, "Let's taste which one tastes good and pack two bags for the journey."

"Oh my, you really are..." Taoist Priest Li smiled bitterly and said, "Okay, I will be a good person to the end. Go down and prepare it and send it up." He waved his hand to signal the young Taoist priest to retreat quickly, lest this young master come up with any tricks to annoy him again.

"It's just a few cups of eight-treasure tea and two bags of snacks. You can't be considered a good person to the end, right?" Ding Hong took a sip of the fragrant tea in the cup and raised his eyes to ask.

"Oh?" Taoist Priest Li looked at Ding Hong in confusion. From his expression, he knew that this was the time to get to the point: "What do you want?"