The president makes me cook every day

"Then where are you going to invite him for dinner?" Fang Minghao asked Yu Xiaorong gossipingly.

Yu Xiaorong picked up the phone and was speechless, he could only honestly show Fang Minghao the location sent by Chen Dongyang.

——Salie Bistro?

"Is this a French restaurant? Michelin star? Is this the place you ordered?" Fang Minghao said that he had never heard of it.

Yu Xiaorong shook his head hastily.

"Didn't you invite him to dinner?"

Yu Xiaorong nodded again immediately.

"When?"

"There are still a few hours." Yu Xiaorong turned his head and looked at his watch, and then looked down at the T-shirt he was wearing that hadn't been changed for a week: "If you go to the Michelin restaurant...do you need to wear formal clothes?"

"You don't need to go to Michelin, but you might need to go on a date."

Yu Xiaorong lowered his head and looked at the corners of his jeans that had been washed to the point of fading.

He didn't have much clothes in the first place, especially the clothes that could be worn to a high-end restaurant, like the clothes Chen Dongyang wore last night.

Fang Minghao looked at him for a while with the mood of watching the excitement, then stood up, and waved to Xiao Rong: "Come here."

Suspiciously, Yu Xiaorong followed Fang Minghao into the big bedroom that had been locked all the time. The big bedroom was as clean and tidy as the kitchen, but the door was always closed.

Sunshine came in through the window, and he found a few pots of green climbing vines growing on the old-fashioned wood-clad balcony. Although he moved in for more than a week, he had never seen Fang Minghao enter this bedroom.

Because it has been closed all the time, I can't help but have a lot of imagination. Maybe it is as hidden as the study at home, or it may be full of treasures like the kitchen at home.

But when I actually opened it, I found that it was just an ordinary bedroom that couldn't be more ordinary. Like so many ordinary people in urban residential buildings, it was clean and organized, but it was just locked.

Are you waiting for Xiao Fei to come back to live?

Yu Xiaorong wanted to ask, but in the end he didn't. He just watched Fang Minghao open the closet by himself, helping him choose clothes seriously.

"This one is too big."

"This one is not for you."

"This one is a bit expensive, I'm afraid you will get me dirty."

……

Fang Minghao first buried himself in the closet and searched for it, and then used Yu Xiaorong as a model, making gestures on him.

"Are these your clothes?" He was a little surprised that Fang Minghao could find clothes that fit his figure.

"I wore them when I was [-] or [-] years old. When my dad was invited to taste banquet dishes, he always took me with him, saying that he would teach me to gain knowledge, but in fact, he would help him stop drinking." Fang Minghao said: "I grow up too fast. I have saved a lot of clothes, and they are still quite new.”

After a long time, Fang Minghao finally chose a light gray suit with a white striped shirt for Yu Xiaorong.

"Chen Dongyang is a suit lover." He analyzed it to Yu Xiaorong, looking very experienced: "Look at so many photos of him on the Internet, they are all wearing suits, so you must be wearing a suit! Light colors match you At my age, the striped shirt looks relaxed, and there is a little bit of abstinence."

"Forbidden, abstinence...?"

"Reserved." Fang Minghao frowned and corrected: "It will be good for you."

?

He asked Yu Xiaorong to put on his clothes, and directed him to turn around three times, but finally he was still not satisfied: "Forget it, let's do it like this."

When Yu Xiaorong was dragged dizzily into the living room to dry his hair, he finally came to his senses: "In a Michelin restaurant, would there be a lot of knives and forks on the table? Is it?"

The rumbling sound of the hair dryer drowned out his voice, and Fang Minghao was only actively experimenting with various hairstyles, as if he didn't hear Yu Xiaorong's words at all.

His fingertips felt cold while sitting, and Yu Xiaorong finally realized that he was really nervous, but he couldn't say exactly why.

Wearing a suit and eating at a high-end restaurant with the big boss is something he never even dared to think about before.

But is it really what he wants?

Before he could figure out the result, Fang Minghao's head had already been blown.

Being pulled to the full-length mirror at the door, Yu Xiaorong stared at himself in the mirror and was stunned.

The suit on his body was an old style, which just lined his thin chest, and he looked into his clear eyes timidly.

Fang Minghao broke his shoulder from behind: "Come on, kid!"

"I……"

"If you don't know how to use a knife and fork, call a pair of chopsticks; if you don't know what to say, talk about the topics you are most familiar with; if you want others to like you, you should first be the most confident yourself."

Fang Minghao bent down, and he patted Yu Xiaorong on the shoulder.

"Is this... alright?" Yu Xiaorong saw Fang Minghao's deformed self in his eyes.

Fang Minghao was very determined: "Do you think those foreigners who come to eat in Chinese restaurants can use chopsticks? You are here for a date, not to show table manners."

"I, but I didn't go on a date...!" Before Yu Xiaorong finished speaking, Fang Minghao pushed him out of the door. Before he could react, his hand was suddenly Something was stuffed in.

That is a credit card.

A credit card he never owned.

"Fang...Master?" Almost grateful, Yu Xiaorong raised his head to look at Fang Minghao.

"Lend it to you, thank you, I misplaced the salt yesterday on purpose."

"what?!"

Before he could finish speaking, Fang Minghao, who had voluntarily admitted everything with a frighteningly fast speaking speed, slammed the door shut.

"Master Fang! Why!" Yu Xiaorong slammed on the door in puzzlement.

"Hurry up, you're going to be late!" A particularly brisk reply came from the room.

***

It was getting dark outside, and the evening wind was blowing the fluffy hair on his forehead. When he was wearing a suit and walking in the community, Yu Xiaorong felt uncomfortable all over.

When someone walked over from the opposite side, I just felt that there were eyes glued to me, although I didn't dare to raise my head to make sure.

He pretended to be nonchalant and walked towards the gate of the community, and then tried to put his hands in his trouser pockets.

I tried it along the crotch, but it didn't go in. I tried it a second time, and it slipped off.So much so that he had to stop, opened the hem of the somewhat long suit, and looked down for his trousers pocket.

At this moment, a car behind me honked its horn.

Shocked, Yu Xiaorong thought he was blocking someone else's way, so he subconsciously moved to the side of the road to avoid it, and then he saw a private car driving past him out of the corner of his eye.

The car window was rolled down, Yu Xiaorong could only pretend to lower his head and patted his clothes, trying to cover up his rather embarrassing action just now.

"I'm sorry!" He thought the other party was going to be angry because he got in the way.

"I didn't even recognize you." Chen Dongyang appeared behind the window, he sat in the driver's seat, and waved to Xiaorong: "Am I late?"