Become a minister [Ancient and modern]

Seeing that she couldn't understand what she said, Jiang Momian was immediately bored, "Whether you have rights or not is an internal matter of our company. Miss Fang, you are an outsider, so it seems inconvenient to intervene?"

Fang Ruyu did not back down: "If you infringe on her personal rights, anyone can take care of it. Let her answer the phone."

Fang Ruyu acted as if she wanted to uphold justice for Chi Muan, and Jiang Momian laughed angrily at her: "Okay, but it's too late today, I don't want to disturb her, I'll ask her to call you back tomorrow."

As soon as she finished speaking, Jiang Momian heard radio waves beeping. It happened that she was not in a good mood, so she turned off the phone and left it on the bedside.

Jiang Moren fell asleep very late, and naturally woke up late the next day.

This just happened to make her miss the process of witnessing Chi Mu'an burn the noodles, scoop out the lumps, have a muddle-headed meal, and then taste a mouthful and pour it out quickly.

The door of Jiang Momian's bedroom was closed, and Chi Muan took this opportunity to tiptoe out the door, throwing the dough balls in his pocket far away, and when he came back, he washed the pots and pans and put the chopsticks and spoons back to their original positions , carefully restored the original appearance of the kitchen.

When Jiang Momian woke up, it was as if nothing happened at home, and she didn't notice it.

Chi Muan warmed up two glasses of milk, took out two slices of bread and jam from the refrigerator, placed them on the table, looked up at the wall clock: "Did Miss Jiang sleep well last night?"

Jiang Momian also followed her gaze, and looked at the wall clock, it was already eleven o'clock, and she slept almost until noon.

She sat on the table, squeezed the jam on the bread, and said, "It's not very good, your phone rang in the middle of the night last night."

Chi Muan squeezed the jam on the plate, tore off the bread and dipped it in a little bit, raised his head when he heard this, and asked suspiciously: "Who is looking for me?"

"Fang Ruyu." Jiang Momian said, taking her mobile phone out of her pajamas pocket: "Last night, she asked someone to withdraw the trending searches about you on Weibo, probably because she was afraid that you would be overwhelmed, so she called to find you at night you."

Jiang Moren spoke lightly, her eyes kept on Chi Mu'an without moving away.

Chi Mu'an picked up the phone and flipped through it, and saw Fang Ruyu's five sentences yesterday, and also saw the two minutes and 35 seconds of the phone call with her last night.There is also the concern that Zhu Qiqi sent this morning. It is estimated that Jiang Momian has not had time to see it, and the red dot in WeChat is still in the unread state.

"It made Ms. Fang worry." She nodded to herself, replied to Zhu Qiqi briefly, and then asked Jiang Momian, "Ms. Jiang, did you tell her about my situation last night?"

"Who are you replying to?" Jiang Momian didn't answer, but asked her first.

"Oh, it's Qiqi, she just asked me if I've been okay these two days." Chi Muan replied.

Jiang Momian hummed, and then said provocatively: "No, I told her to ask you to call her back today. You can call her now, and tell her by the way that you don't have to worry about the hot searches on Weibo, no, yes Tell her not to worry about anything, just say that your company will solve it for you."

Chi Muan nodded, and dialed back the phone as promised.

"Miss Fang, well, it's me, thank you for your concern. You misunderstood, Miss Jiang didn't snatch my mobile phone, she just didn't want me to see some gossip on the Internet."

Sitting opposite Jiang Momian, drinking hot milk, slowly eating slices of bread while listening to the content on her phone.

"It's bothering you, Miss Fang, don't worry, I'm fine. Well, Miss Fang has to prepare well for the finals, and I'm looking forward to your performance."

Why are you still chatting?

Jiang Moren frowned, stretched out the stainless steel fork and tapped Chi Muan's plate twice, reminding her to get down to business.

Chi Mu'an nodded quickly, and said to the phone: "By the way, Miss Fang, I don't need to bother you about this matter... Yes, the company is already preparing to clarify the truth for me... Hehe, you can rest assured about this , The materials are all collected by Ms. Jiang, and I will be fine. So please let Ms. Fang let them develop freely on Weibo, and I will not be affected by them."

After hanging up the phone, Chi Muan handed the phone back: "I have already explained to her."

Jiang Momian put the phone away, and immediately ended the topic she didn't like.

Sure enough, in less than 5 minutes, the topic of #Chi Muan bullying the elderly#, which was abnormally removed last night, re-appeared on Weibo’s top trending search, and Weibo was still the same Weibo last night, the person who scolded Chi Muan It began to increase crazily in seconds.

The storm once again pushed to a climax.

Chi Mu'an was unaffected alone in a quiet and elegant house.

Before Jiang Momian went out, he specially taught Chi Muan how to use the landline, and told her to call her if there was anything wrong.

Then Chi Mu'an was left at home alone in a state of desperation.

The security guard bought all the ingredients that Chi Muan needed on time, sorted them into different bags for different types, and delivered them to his home in an orderly manner without tearing off the labels.

Chi Muan spread out the recipe, flattened it, and stood in front of the kitchen table with his hands behind his back, his thin lips pursed, and he stared at it solemnly, even more serious than when he was reviewing memorials before.

After staring intently for a long time, Chi Muan's brows were already tightly knitted.

After a while, Chi Muan repeated the recipe of "spicy Qingjiang fish" seven or eight times in his mind, and finally took the fish out of his pocket with water, and raised the kitchen knife.

The shiny back of the knife reflected the widened eyes of the fish. Chi Muan raised the knife and cut open the fish belly along the line, cleansing the internal organs, pulling out the lymph, peeling off the scales one by one, revealing the complete and smooth body of the fish.

Chi Muan rinsed for a while, and the fish was cleaned, and the initial results were achieved, as if he already had the appearance of a fish that could be put into the pot.

Then, she finished according to the description in the recipe, "cut the garlic cloves, old ginger, pickled cabbage, small peppers, and scallions into pieces, and put them in boiling water." She watched with concern that the water in the pot gradually changed color, and the A little aroma.

The pot was boiled on high fire, and the white water vapor rose up. While watching the water in the pot turn darker, it seemed that it finally tasted delicious, but at the same time worried that the water in the pot was constantly evaporating, and the more it evaporated, the less it was.

She tried to compare the size of the fish, and found that it was not enough to be submerged in the water after being put into the pot. She pinched her brow bone, sighed, and had to add half of the boiling water.

After adding the water, Chi Muan waited and waited, always feeling that something was wrong, after thinking about it, he cut another seasoning and put it in the water.

Not long after, the flavor of the seasoning became stronger, and she added some water to neutralize it.

Back and forth, Chi Muan boiled half a pot of water.

But at this moment, when the fish was put into the pot, the water in the pot was just enough to submerge the whole fish, not even reaching a deep part of the top of the fish's head.

Chi Muan breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that maybe half of the success had been achieved.

She sat by the stove, closely watching the changes of the fish, the soup was very dark, and she often couldn't see the fish, so she used a big spoon to scoop it up and take a look.

Seeing that the fish meat was gradually getting a bit of color, as if it had been boiled by the soup, Chi Muan was finally relieved at this moment, turned the heat to the maximum, covered the pot, and took out the other half of the hen in his pocket to deal with , while waiting for the soup to cook the fish slowly.

The hens are all processed in the mall. After Chi Muan got them, he boiled a pot of water, washed the whole bag of mincemeat and a piece of old ginger and threw them in. Watching the whole pot of water bubbling, Chi Muan After thinking for a moment, Mu An poured a third of the prickly ash in the jar into it, and added three spoons of salt.

Before putting the hen into the pot, Chi Mu'an looked at the big half chicken and thought carefully.

The chicken is bigger than the fish, and there is more water in the pot, so it looks innocent and tasteless.

If the hen is put in like this, it may not be cooked.Recalling that I also made "Hundred Birds Chaofeng" soup once before, didn't it taste the same at that time?

This time it was dinner prepared for Miss Jiang, so we must not repeat the same mistakes.

Chi Muan suddenly felt a sense of decision-making, which was burning in her heart. She completely ignored what the recipe said, and put two spoonfuls of salt, two spoonfuls of monosodium glutamate and a small palm of Chinese prickly ash in the hen's belly, The brush is evenly brushed, and it is considered to be delicious.

There are good and bad things in the memorials, and books are naturally the same. Isn’t the old saying “It’s better to have no books than to believe in books”?

Thinking so, Chi Mu'an deeply felt that after his careful handling, the taste of chicken soup and chicken would definitely be extraordinary.

Chi Muan confidently put the hen into the pot, then covered the pot, and continued to prepare the next dish.

作者有话要说：明天应该更不了六千了，大家不用刻意留言了……（唉，不会我这么说，就真的没人给我留言了吧？呜呜……）感谢在2020-09-1211:14:22~2020-09-1221:11:48期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the landmines: Alas, 2; A Ding, ah, ah, 1;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!