The president is always unhappy [Transmigration Book]

Hu Qi turned off his mobile phone, and there was no news vibration all night, and he slept numbly.When he woke up the next day feeling refreshed, when the phone was turned on, it froze for a few seconds as he expected——

Someone's news popped up one after another, opened the page, and saw the red 99+

Hu Qi: ...

Hu Qi: Fortunately, I have the foresight.

Skipping a long paragraph of YY and a bunch of compliments from love "partners", Hu Qi picks and chooses, but few words are important information.

Song Yuanzhou: [screenshot.jpg, prophet, the little pudding you mentioned is close to what I pictured, I know. ]

Hu Qi slapped her thigh: [That's right, this is the correct way for her to open. ]

After Song Yuanzhou was woken up by the smash, holding his mobile phone, the red sunset landscape portrait on the WeChat was particularly bright.

At first he thought it was an avatar for the elderly, but now that he saw it, he thought it was not vulgar at all.

He lay on the bed and turned over again, covering his mouth and laughing happily.

It's okay, Song Yuanzhou, it's okay if you haven't thought of the first sentence, anyway, it's all added, can you still run?

He smiled and fell asleep holding his phone again.

Half asleep and half awake, I felt something vibrating under my face.

At first he thought he was dreaming, but the vibration was "buzzing", making half of his face numb.

Song Yuanzhou picked up the culprit and looked at it, and let out a "roar", his eyes widened because of sleepiness, and the huge 99+ words on the WeChat green app woke him up alive.

Song Yuanzhou was so excited in the early morning that he didn't fall asleep until 5 o'clock. It's not 8 o'clock yet, and he was so overwhelmed by the overwhelming news that he lost sleepiness.

He sat up, his whole body was a little listless.

Song Yuanzhou felt that Hu Qi deliberately chose this time to send a message to him, which was clearly a blatant revenge.

Song Yuanzhou: [Stinky Butterfly, are you only three years old? ]

In the morning, Lao Wang drove Jiang Che to the company, and Qian Tezhu sat in the co-pilot.

The air pressure in the car was very low, and the two of them sat upright like elementary school students listening to a class.

And the boss behind them, with a stern face, covered with frost and dark clouds, picked up and put down the phone with a stinky face, put it down and picked it up again, and the document on the right hand was always unturned after being spread out.

Lao Wang and Qian Tezhu looked at each other, exchanged winks, and quickly separated.

Qian Tezhu leaned closer and asked Lao Wang, "Do you think the boss is a little strange today?"

Old Wang took advantage of the red light and leaned over: "You saw it too?"

Old Wang started the car: "It was like this last night, but his complexion is better than now."

Special Assistant Qian was deeply touched: "If eyes can kill a person, then there may be only the boss left in the world."

Lao Wang nodded, concentrated on driving and stopped talking.

Special assistant Qian glanced at the boss's face in the rearview mirror, not daring to report on the boss's itinerary for the day at this moment, and kept his mouth shut obediently.

Alas, the boss looks too fierce, so scary.

Special assistant Qian is a chatterbox, and feels a little lonely when no one talks.

He leaned over again: "I think it's probably because of the boss's wife."

Lao Wang is also considered an insider, and it didn't take much effort to chat. He also glanced at the rearview mirror, "I don't know if it's the boss's wife, but judging by the boss's state these two days, I think it must be—"

Special Assistant Qian & Lao Wang: "Because of love!"

The two spoke in unison, applauding this fairy-like tacit understanding in their hearts.

Jiang Che was distraught, and because he didn't sleep all night last night, his forehead was twitching and aching, and he looked even more irritable.

He picked up the phone and unlocked it.

Open WeChat, click on the WeChat of the "kid" with the cute villain's avatar, click on the three dots in the upper right corner, and select "Add this person to the blacklist".

Jiang Che clicked Confirm, and a prompt in small characters popped up on the screen: Friends who have been added to the blacklist will not disappear, but they will not be able to receive messages from each other for the time being.Click Add Blacklist again to unlock again.

After Jiang Che finished pulling up the blacklist, he put the phone aside, leaned on the back seat with folded arms, closed his eyes and meditated.

At this time, Song Yuanzhou didn't know that his backyard was on fire.

Song Yuanzhou thought hard for a day, and finally thought of an excellent reason to say hello.

He hurriedly sat at the desk, took out a pen and paper, and gave himself a long... menu.

Then he glanced at the small foldable table that he had put away, and silently crossed out the list of more than 20 dishes one by one, leaving 5 dishes and one soup.

That's it, I guess it's enough to put it on the table when I eat at night.

but--

If you don't show your skills, how can you pose for a photo to show off your cooking skills?

Will this make me feel like a special wife and mother?

Eh?

Virtuous?

He has read a lot of novels, isn't their overlord tired of eating delicacies from mountains and seas, and they like this kind of rural home-cooked dishes, and especially admire the unique "heroine"?

Song Yuanzhou wrote it down in a small notebook, feeling very happy in his heart.

"The first day of chasing the boss——

To open a man's heart, one must first touch a man's stomach.First of all, start by making a delicious dish! "

With these few dishes, Song Yuanzhou made another shopping list.Went to the supermarket for crazy shopping.

Song Yuanzhou worked on it all afternoon, and when it was ready, it was just in time for dinner.

Facing a table full of dishes, Song Yuanzhou called out the butterfly who was daily eating on the opposite side, adhering to the principle that if he didn't finish it, it might be wasted and food should not be wasted.

Hu Qi didn't eat during the day and was hungry, but he was counting on this meal.Come happily.

Hu Qi sat happily on his exclusive stool, and laughed like a fool, "Damn it! Xiao Zhouzhou, you just want to thank me for my ingenious calculations, so you don't have to do this? How many dishes have been specially cooked for me? How many dishes do you have? Enthusiasm, suddenly made me embarrassed."

Song Yuanzhou: "Then just take a look, don't eat it."

Hu Qi sat across from him: "Where can I go? Dinner is incomplete without me."

Hu Qi picked up his exclusive chopsticks and was about to put them on the vinegared short ribs.

Song Yuanzhou patted the back of his hand quickly: "Don't move, I took a picture first."

Hu Qi withdrew his hand wearily, touched the red spot, and muttered, "When did you become like those girls, you have to take a picture of them all when you have a meal."

Song Yuanzhou took pictures horizontally and vertically. He took more than a dozen pictures, and then used the beauty function of his phone to adjust a few filters for the pictures.

Hu Qi was attracted by the scent on the table, and the saliva in his mouth could fall into his own bowl, "Is it still not good? Xiao Zhouzhou, the dishes are going to be cold."

Song Yuanzhou took a few more photos.

Hu Qi held the chopsticks: "No wonder all the dishes are put on new plates today, and each one is carefully framed, and they can be sold with price tags..."

For example, the pot of pumpkin rib soup in the middle.

The old pumpkins in this season are very sweet.Song Yuanzhou picked a relatively medium-sized and best-looking pumpkin in the supermarket, and peeled a small piece of it.

The seeds inside were removed, leaving an orange-yellow meat sac.

The prepared pumpkin pork rib soup mixed with the sweet smell of pumpkin made Hu Qi drool more frequently.

Song Yuanzhou picked the one he was most satisfied with, and then waved his hand to indicate that Hu Qi could eat it.

He clicked on "Jiang"'s WeChat, added a picture, took a deep breath and clicked send.

The picture message was circulated for a long time, and finally a red exclamation mark appeared.

Song Yuanzhou thought that the internet speed was not good, so he clicked the red exclamation mark again and chose to resend.

Three seconds later, there was still an exclamation mark in front of the second message.

Song Yuanzhou turned off his own WiFi and used his own traffic to send.