Ann and Zen

Let’s talk, it’s almost noon, Zhao Chan raised his wrist and looked at his watch, and said considerately, “You eat so early in the morning, are you hungry, I’ll ask the master to come over and make breakfast?”

"It's already noon? I don't think so at all. Do you want to trouble the master? Anyway, it's just the two of us. Is there any food? How about I come?" Song Zian has obviously adapted to Zhao Chan's rude way of getting along.

"You come? Can you? Why does it feel a little unreal?" Zhao Chan didn't expect Song Zian to propose such a way, and was obviously taken aback. He seemed to have forgotten that Song Zian had lived alone for more than a year.

"You underestimate me, I won't treat my stomach badly." Song Zian was a little carried away at this time, raised his eyebrows and signaled Zhao Chan to lead the way to the kitchen.

The dishes in the kitchen looked familiar to Song Zian, obviously the fresh vegetables were all sent by Song Zian.It was probably brought by my aunt in the logistics department after breakfast. There are not so many types of dishes, but it is enough for two people.

Song Zian simply looked through the dishes, and then ordered Zhao Chan to help.To be honest, Zhao Chan has never been in the kitchen.In Beijing, he lives with his parents. If he is on a business trip and working outside, he can eat in a hotel or hire a chef.He was really looking forward to this kitchen experience.

Song Zian asked Zhao Chan to pack a bundle of cabbage, and then turned around to pack some Qingdao prawns. He was going to fry a cabbage, and then make a salt-baked prawn.

More than ten minutes passed, Song Zian turned around and asked Zhao Chan to wash the cabbage, well, the reality is cruel, smart people may not be all-rounders in the world, for example, Song Zian can't ride a tricycle, Zhao Chan Zen doesn't seem to know how to choose vegetables.

Looking at the pile of rotten things, Song Zian couldn't laugh or cry, "Brother Zhao, I remember it was good when I gave it to you, so you should leave a whole corpse anyway."

"Uh, why don't you do it yourself." Zhao Chan was also very embarrassed, and consciously put the things in front of Song Zian, scratched his head and walked out of the kitchen.Then, Song Zian's wanton laughter came from the kitchen.

There was no cabbage to eat today, so Song Zian had no choice but to throw away those corpses, and took out a few tomatoes from the bag. Today, he could only eat scrambled eggs with tomatoes and baked prawns in salt.

After finishing everything, it was already half an hour before dinner.This time Zhao Chan consciously served the dishes and chopsticks, which made Song Zian, who had just gone crazy from laughing, laugh even more.Song Zian's performance made Zhao Chan extremely depressed, well, seeing the young man laughing heartily, he also felt a little happy.

At the dinner table, the atmosphere was harmonious.Because of the cooking at noon, the relationship between the two has become much closer.Zhao Chan ate ordinary home-cooked food, and his tense mood recently relaxed a lot.

"Zian, you can formally process the documents I gave you this afternoon. You have to be wronged for a few days, and it will be fine when my secretary comes." After eating, Zhao Chan leaned against the kitchen door, and gently said to Song Zian commanded.

"Okay Brother Zhao, I'm fine, but you have to agree in advance, I can't do it for a few hours, and I have to pick up my dog ​​later." Song Zian turned back and replied.

"I see. By the way, you can bring the dog tomorrow, and there is no one else in the villa. Just let it play here."

"Really? That's good, I'm afraid that Liu Guang's family will be too troubled after a long time!" Song Zian obviously has a deep love for his big dog.

"Hehe, as long as you are happy. By the way, you can pack lunch in the future!" Zhao Chan obviously enjoyed this kind of drama of taking advantage of the fire.

"What! I'm not only the secretary, but also the person in charge? Oh, well, well, it can only be me, you can't count on it." Song Zian muttered a lot.

The corners of Zhao Chan's mouth rose slightly, Song Zian's performance obviously pleased him.