Cannon Fodder Dedicated to Death[Transmigration Book]

Chen Zhou held an umbrella, carried two dolls, and followed Wen Zheng, and the two went to eat together.I had hot pot for dinner. Chen Zhou chose it because he hadn't eaten hot pot for a long time.

Chen Zhou ordered a mandarin duck hot pot and asked Wen Zheng, "Mr. Wen, you can order whatever you want." He could still afford a hot pot meal.

Wen Zheng looked at the names of the dishes on the menu, and the corner of his mouth twitched. What are these? Why are there so many animal offal? He has never eaten other animal offal except foie gras and caviar, so he closed the menu: "You point."

Chen Zhou glanced at him and said, "Then I'll order it. You don't have anything special to eat? By the way, Mr. Wen, have you ever eaten hot pot before?"

Wen Zheng was silent.

Chen Zhou chuckled: "Have you ever eaten it? I should have ordered the Jiugongge." The Jiugongge is full of red soup, and that's what makes it enjoyable. He wants to see how Boss Wen's image is completely destroyed by the heat.

Looking at his smile, Wen Zheng guessed that he had no good intentions.

In addition to the usual beef and mutton, fish, and shrimp, Chen Zhou also ordered his favorite animal offal, such as yellow throat, duck intestines, hairy tripe, beef liver, and pig brain. This time I want to have a good time.

Hot pot is his favorite, but he hasn't eaten it since he came here. Wen's family doesn't have one. Eat it by yourself. It's too lonely to ask colleagues to eat it. There are too many people, and it doesn't matter. The big boss, Wen Zheng, accompanied him to eat hot pot, and this hot pot meal was also worth remembering.

After ordering the dishes, Chen Zhou got up to adjust the dipping dishes: "Mr. Wen, I'll help you adjust the dipping dishes. What don't you want to eat?"

Wen Zheng was speechless, because he was completely unfamiliar with this field.

Chen Zhou chuckled: "Then I'll make the decision. Eat coriander and garlic? Do you want sesame sauce? It's fine to fold the ears, most people can't eat that."

Wen Zheng nodded, and Chen Zhou went to mix two bowls of dipping plates. The soup base has already been added and is being heated.

Chen Zhou picked up the apron and tied it on, and handed the other to Wen Zheng: "Mr. Wen, put this on so that the oil won't drip on you."

Wen Zheng did not resist this, he also had it when eating Western food, but it was just spread on his lap, he did as the Romans did, and tied up his apron.

The corners of Chen Zhou's mouth couldn't help but curl up. If Wen Zheng hadn't resisted taking pictures, he really wanted to show Aunt Su or Wen Rong that Wen Zheng, who was always well-dressed, was wearing an apron.

Wen Zheng looked up at Chen Zhou: "What are you laughing at?"

Chen Zhou couldn't bear it anymore, and wiped the corner of his mouth with his hand: "It's nothing, I just feel that such a smell always has a different kind of handsomeness."

Wen Zheng was used to Chen Zhou's flattery, so he ignored him.

At this time, the waiter came over with the dishes, and the soup began to roll. Chen Zhou picked up a plate of mutton rolls, put some meat into the white pot and the red pot respectively, and said, "Mr. Wen, you can put whatever you like. But don’t put too much at one time, because the food in hot pot is fresh, so eat it as soon as it’s cooked. It won’t taste good if it’s too hot.”

While talking, he put some tofu and potatoes in the pot that needed to be cooked for a longer time.

Seeing that the meat had changed color, Chen Zhou said: "President Wen, the mutton is ready to eat." As he spoke, he picked up the meat in the white pot with chopsticks and put it in Wen Zheng's bowl, while he picked up the meat in the red pot and ate it .

"Be careful it's hot." Chen Zhou put the meat in a dipping dish, stirred it, and put it in his mouth.

Wen Zheng looked at the meat in the bowl, followed Chen Zhou's example, and took a bite too.Immediately, an indescribable sweetness exploded in the mouth, and the tender and juicy mutton presented a delicious taste that had never been seen before, a bit like eating raw fish or medium-rare steak, what you eat is the ingredients original taste.

Wen Zheng is not a foodie, but at this moment, he understood Chen Zhou's love for hot pot.

While eating, Chen Zhou continued to put meat into the pot, this time it was beef liver: "Mr. Wen, do you want to eat white pot or red pot?"

Wen Zheng looked at the pork liver, hesitant, but still said: "Try the red pot." He has never eaten this kind of offal, and he can't say that he dare not eat it, maybe the thick taste can cover up its fishy smell.

So Chen Zhou poured both slices of beef liver into the red pot.There are only two slices of beef liver in one serving, and they are very large slices. Chen Zhou especially loves its fatness. He must order it every time he eats hot pot, but the taste is different. It depends on the level of pickling of each company. I hope this one is good, because it is It is recommended by the store manager.

When eating hot pot with Wen Zheng, Chen Zhou is of course the one serving him. He doesn't expect the big boss to heat the hot pot for him.

Chen Zhou fished out the cooked beef liver, and Wen Zheng and himself each took a slice.Chen Zhou couldn't wait to take a bite, and the familiar fat and sweet taste spread on the tip of his tongue. He felt satisfied all of a sudden, nodded and said, "Well, that's the taste, it's delicious."

Wen Zheng looked at such a large piece of beef liver placed in the bowl, and he was a little afraid to eat it boldly, but seeing that Chen Zhou was extremely satisfied with the meal, he hesitated for a moment, and took a small bite.

Just now I thought the mutton was delicious, but I found that the beef liver was more plump and tender, and the saliva in my mouth was involuntarily secreted.

Chen Zhou smiled and asked, "How is it? Is it delicious?"

Wen Zheng nodded: "Not bad."

When Chen Zhou heard his evaluation, he was immediately very proud. It was not easy to get his affirmation.Chen Zhou ate the dishes and said, "Actually, we can also cook at home. Especially in winter, eating hot hot pot will warm our stomachs and hearts, and that's what we call satisfaction."

Wen Zheng didn't refute, and concentrated on eating the beef liver.

However, no matter how much Chen Zhou loved beef liver, he didn't order any more. It's not good to eat too much animal liver, and it's enough to enjoy it every time, not to mention there are so many other delicious foods.

Wen Zheng ate hot pot for the first time, and then tried many kinds of food that he had never eaten before, such as yellow throat, hairy belly, duck intestines, etc., but there was one thing that he didn't dare to eat, which was pig brain, and he really couldn't eat it with chopsticks.That pig brain was wiped out by Chen Zhou alone.

After eating and drinking enough, Chen Zhou went to pay the bill. He spent hundreds of dollars, which was a bit expensive, and he didn't feel any pain. The main reason was that he ate too happily, and he also wanted to thank Wen Zheng for accompanying him to eat hot pot. After all, it would be too pitiful to eat hot pot alone.

The only bad thing is that after eating the hot pot, both of them smell like soup.

When we came out after dinner, it was already dark, and the lights were just coming on, and the neon lights were flickering.The rain has also stopped, the streets are damp, and the air is fresh. The pedestrians on the street are either in a hurry or leisurely, and they are all rushing to their own lives, full of the smell of fireworks in the world.

Chen Zhou stretched his waist, and said with emotion: "It feels so real to be alive."

Wen Zheng turned his head and gave him a weird look. It doesn't feel real for him to be alive?

Chen Zhou received his surprised look, hehe smiled and said, "Oh, I mean, it's down to earth. Living in Mr. Wen's house feels like living in a palace."

Before today, he always distinguished himself from the world, he was real, and everything else was illusory. Until now, he suddenly felt a sense of confusion that could not distinguish between reality and illusion. How different is the world?Is this really unreal?If it is a dream, then this dream is too detailed, too realistic and too long.

Wen Zheng was noncommittal, experiencing everything this afternoon was extremely illusory to him, this was a life he had never imagined, if it wasn't for a coincidence, how could he have the opportunity to steal this half-day leisure.

He looked at Chen Zhou, maybe Chen Zhou regarded his family as false, why did he regard the present as real.But he had to admit that today's experience was very special, and it made his long-lost heart feel a trace of indescribable joy.

At night, the two lived in peace and slept in a room each.Chen Zhou felt that even if the presidential suite cost tens of thousands a night, the quality of sleep would not be any better.

The next morning, they had a free breakfast at the hotel, then checked out, and got into Wen Zheng's car. Chen Zhou said, "Mr. Wen, please put me at the nearest subway station."

Wen Zheng was noncommittal and started the car directly.

Chen Zhou held the doll he won yesterday: "I'll put these two in your car first, and you can take them back for me. Tigger is here."

He put the Tigger on the armrest box between the two front seats.A doll worth a few dollars appears on a luxury car worth tens of millions, which doesn't seem to fit well.

But Wen Zheng just glanced at it and didn't say anything.

Wen Zheng didn't just send him to the subway station, but sent him near Xingji, stopped the car in a place with few people, and let him go down.

Boss Wen personally served as Chen Zhou's driver, which didn't make Chen Zhou feel flattered, but rather uneasy, because he went to work again and his task continued.

During lunch, Chen Zhou received a WeChat message from Wen Rong: "My brother sent you to work this morning?"

Chen Zhou was startled. He got off the car some distance away from the company, so why was he seen? "President Tang also saw it?"

Wen Rong replied: "No. In fact, he didn't see anything. It's a big deal to tell the truth."

Chen Zhou was not so optimistic: "I'm a little worried that Tang always thinks I'm a spy, helping your brother to steal R&D technology."

Wen Rong laughed: "There's no need to worry about that at all. He doesn't even guard against me, so would he still worry about you?"

"It's different, there is a difference between closeness and distance."

Wen Rong asked, "Then are you really my brother's undercover agent?"

Chen Zhouhui: "Of course not! I just want to find a job to support myself, but I don't have a degree, so I can't find a job. It just so happens that Mr. Tang knows heroes, so he made an exception and let me join the company."

"Then why don't you go to my company?"

"I'm willing to go, the problem is that your brother doesn't believe that I understand technology. And I am also willing to come to Xingji to work, so that your brother will feel that I have the convenience of being close to the water, and you don't have to go to Zhengrong to be given the opportunity by your brother's supervisor every day." I get along with Mr. Tang."

"What you said makes sense, but I'm speechless. By the way, don't you have a driver? Why is my brother driving you to work today?"

Chen Zhou explained: "It rained heavily yesterday, and the way home was flooded. We didn't go back. Those who stayed in the hotel came directly to work this morning."

Wen Rong discovered something more interesting: "Isn't yesterday a weekend, you were with my brother?"

Chen Zhou briefly talked about how he was flooded and rescued by his brother yesterday.

Wen Rong was so excited after hearing this: "Really? My brother saved you and took you to a hotel to get a room?"

Chen Zhou couldn't refute: "Yes."

"I didn't expect you and my brother to have a deep fate, and this can happen."

Chen Zhou thought about it, and he seemed to be right. Could this be the legendary coincidence?Maybe it's because he's living a story right now.

At 06:30 in the evening, Wen Zheng came down from the office after changing into a suit.The driver, Lao Xiao, hurriedly opened the car door for him to let him get in the car. Wen Zheng pulled out the car table and turned on the computer to deal with work. There was a business dinner in a while, and the financial report hadn't been read yet.

Lao Xiao started the car, tentatively and carefully asked: "Wen Dong, did someone get this toy out of the car?"

To be honest, he was shocked when he saw it. The boss has never let girls and children get into the car. Why did these things suddenly appear? It’s like a tough guy suddenly wearing a pink dress, not to mention pretty. Yes, it's a bit spooky.

Wen Zheng raised his head, looked at the ugly and cute Tigger facing him on the armrest box, and said lightly, "Oh, it belongs to Chen Zhou."

Old Xiao was even more surprised. Didn't Chen Zhou have his own car?Why did you put the doll on Wen Dong's car: "Oh, then I'll go back and get it to Young Master Chen."

"No, let him take it himself." Wen Zheng stared at Tigger for a while, his eyes softened a lot, and the corners of his mouth raised slightly.