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Dinner is naturally eaten at home.

Because of He Nan's illness, the two were really worried about leaving him and grandma to go out to eat and drink. Besides, Jian Linghuai just wanted to eat what he liked, so it didn't matter where he ate it.

On the way home, He Zhizhou sent a message to Steward Wang, telling him to prepare the cooking.

When I got home, the servant in charge of buying seafood hadn't come back yet, and Lao Wang was already preparing the seasoning.

Jian Linghuai first went to grandma to have a look at the situation, and found that He Nan was there, the old and the young huddled in bed playing with the Rubik's Cube in their hands. They were having fun, and he didn't need to worry at all.

After returning to his room, he was about to change into a set of comfortable home clothes, opened the closet, and froze in place.

—Close the door and open it again.

Whose wardrobe is this?Why are there so many autumn and winter clothes suddenly?

He walked through the door and shouted to the people in the kitchen: "Old Wang, what's the matter with my wardrobe?"

Old Wang turned around and said with a smile: "Sir, you said you have too few clothes. I took Xiufen and the others out to buy some this afternoon. Are you satisfied?"

"... Satisfied."

There are both business and casual styles, which are quite in line with his taste.He went back and took a closer look, and found that the small details inside were really hard to hide, many of them were of the same style as He Zhizhou, and they were quite expensive.

Ah, is this Miss He's little thought?

However, men's clothing does not have as many styles as women's clothing, and the same style is normal, which just saves him the time to go out to buy.

After changing into his home clothes, he went to grandma's room, climbed onto the bed under the call of grandma and He Nan, sat cross-legged, took out the wool in his hand, and then touched He Nan's waist with both hands.

Maybe it was because of the itchy meat, He Nan giggled and laughed, fell headlong on the bed and rolled over twice.

He Zhizhou, who was about to go to the study when he heard the noise, came to the door, and saw this scene, grandma smiled and watched the juniors play around, Jian Linghuai turned her back to him, and wearing soft clothes scratched He Nan's itchy flesh , He Nan crawled all over the bed laughing.

"Uncle, hahahaha, take care of him!" He Nan, with sharp eyes, noticed the existence of He Zhizhou, and panted for help.

He Zhizhou walked in, looked at the wool he had put aside, and asked, "Who is this?"

"It's getting cold, knit a sweater for He Nan." Jian Linghuai smiled and stopped, and measured his shoulder width and head circumference with her hands.

Grandma: "Me too!"

"Okay, you have it too."

"I also want."

"Okay...?" Jian Linghuai slowly raised her head, looking at the expressionless He Zhizhou, "You want too?"

"is it not OK?"

Jian Linghuai was at a loss for words: "I'll finish knitting for them first, and see if there is any thread left."

"it is good."

Knowing that he was the first one, He Nan couldn't help but shriek in front of He Zhizhou.

Jian Linghuai gave him a sympathetic look. The little guy didn't know that he had already had three prickly prickly balls cut off without his knowledge.

All the dishes for dinner were Jian Linghuai's favorite, and he was full of praise for Butler Wang's cooking skills: "Although it may not be appropriate to say this, I really look forward to the next time you run away from home, Old Wang."

Steward Wang: "..." Smiling is the right thing to do.

The adults had a great time eating, but the children were unhappy. He Nan looked at the prawns and crabs on the table, and then at the light porridge in his own bowl. The spoon twirled in the bowl, and suddenly got angry: "Why can I only eat this!"

"You have a cold, so you should avoid eating seafood." He Zhizhou said.

He Nan didn't listen, and got off the table in anger, with his hands behind his back, and left angrily, leaving behind a domineering and angry back.

Jian Linghuai: "...the heir of the He family is very interesting, he has a bit of an inside taste."

The corner of He Zhizhou's mouth curled up: "He wasn't like this before, he remembers the rules very well."

Jian Linghuai recalled the first time he saw this kid. He didn't dare to say a loud word at the table. He ate with both hands neatly. It was really different. He smiled and said, "It's still interesting now, how cute."

He Zhizhou raised his eyes and took a deep look at him: "Well, cute."

Jian Linghuai met his eyes, somehow felt that the words had some meaning, so he quickly peeled off a crab leg, lowered his head and peeled it off.

A smile appeared in He Zhizhou's eyes: "Are you satisfied with this dinner?"

Jian Linghuai nodded frankly: "Very good, plus one impression point, I hope Mr. He will continue to work hard."

He Zhizhou raised his eyebrows: "How many points do you have now?"

"36."

"D?"

"..." Jian Linghuai narrowed his eyes, "I heard a lot last night."

He Zhizhou laughed softly, and asked again: "Only 36 points?"

"36 is not easy." Jian Linghuai said.

Referring to the scoring results of those previous suitors, the highest score is only 58 points, which is the result of two years of hard work.

So at the beginning, his cousin laughed at him that he might not be able to get married in this life, so it is better to hand over the inheritance rights to his cousin's future son.

If his cousin was in front of him now, he would be able to tell him rationally, "I'm married!"

Although there is no sense of participation in this marriage :)

"Oh, by the way, I was interrupted by you yesterday and forgot about the business, and I'm going to tell you the business." Jian Linghuai paused, observing the changes in his expression, "If I bring up the divorce now, are you no……"

"I don't agree." He Zhizhou was very calm, "You also know the reason for disagreeing this time."

"..."

"Wait until the probationary period is over. If you haven't accepted my confession, I'll let you go."

"Really?"

"Ah."

"What about grandma?"

"I'll calm her down."

Jian Linghuai breathed a sigh of relief, it's only been three months, and it will be here soon!

After the meal, Jian Linghuai went for a walk with his grandma, and when he came back, he saw He Zhizhou sitting on the sofa, studying his questionnaire seriously.

He was really serious. If he hadn't come close to see what it was, those who didn't know would think he was dealing with a contract worth hundreds of millions. He frowned and smiled for a while, and still held a stroke in his hand.

The person involved, Jian Linghuai, said: "..."

He Zhizhou tilted his head and asked, "Is your favorite food fried rice with eggs?"

"Hmm." Jian Linghuai went to sit next to him, leaned over to look at the questionnaire, and saw that he had highlighted egg fried rice and a few home-cooked dishes.

Favorite food Apart from expensive dishes, he also likes home-cooked dishes, and fried rice with eggs ranks first.

"Then eat fried rice with eggs for lunch tomorrow?" He Zhizhou proposed.

"No need." Jian Linghuai sighed inexplicably, with an indescribable loneliness on his face, which was fleeting, but He Zhizhou captured the change in this moment.

"what happened?"

Jian Linghuai said as if nothing had happened: "Although it may be a bit hypocritical, this egg fried rice is made by my mother, and you can't eat that kind of taste outside."

He tried it. Occasionally when he went out to eat, he would subconsciously order an extra egg fried rice, but it was a pity that he tasted it and knew that it was not the taste of his mother.Up to now, he no longer knows how to order this kind of dish, which only adds to the sadness.

"Your mother?" He Zhizhou asked softly, "Do you like your mother very much?"

"Of course, she is a very qualified mother. I..." Jian Linghuai turned to look at his puzzled expression, and suddenly realized that he was talking about himself, but He Zhizhou knew the original owner's mother, so he didn't Speak again.

Sure enough, He Zhizhou frowned: "As far as I know, the relationship between you and your mother is not good."

Jian Linghuai was silent.

"But maybe I'm too one-sided, after all, I've only met her once." He Zhizhou said, mentioning the scene of meeting him and Jane's family for the first time——

It was the parent-teacher meeting of both parties. He Zhizhou listened to grandma's words and accompanied her to meet Jane's family.At that time, apart from the nympho Jian Linghuai, the head of the Jian family and his wife were present.

"Your mother was not there because of her status."

"Hmm." Jian Linghuai nodded, the original owner's mother was just a mistress raised outside, and in the eyes of outsiders, she was not worthy of the stage.

"But after the meeting, we saw your mother downstairs." He Zhizhou recalled it carefully, and found that he still remembered the scene at that time, not because he cared too much about Jian Linghuai's family, but because the mother's behavior was very serious. unexpected.

After Jian's family happily accepted the marriage, the mother saw Jian Linghuai who came downstairs, her eyes turned hard, and she slapped him in front of everyone.

After that, this mother never appeared in everyone's field of vision again. It is said that she went abroad with a betrothal gift from the He family.

"Do you miss her?" He Zhizhou stretched out his hand, wanting to hold him, but when he was about to touch him, he retracted it, "I can help you find her."

"No need, she should be living happily now." According to the memory of the original owner, Jian Linghuai expected that the mother would never see her again.

As for why the mother and son hate each other so deeply, his impression is very vague. Once again, he felt that the memories before the marriage seemed to be ambiguous, and he couldn't even fully recall what He Zhizhou said just now.

But it's also possible that the original owner himself doesn't remember the past clearly, who made him too stupid.

Seeing that he didn't want to talk about bad family affairs, He Zhizhou changed the subject, glanced at the questionnaire, and said slowly: "The ideal type is gentle and beautiful, understanding, long-haired and long-legged, and well-matched?"

Speaking of this, Jian Linghuai became excited: "Isn't this the ideal type of all men?"

"No."

"That's because you like men."

"Do you not like it?"

"Of course I don't... I don't like it." Jian Linghuai couldn't help but feel guilty. Now that he's transmigrated into a danmei novel, and the original owner has broken sleeves, he's not sure whether he will be affected.

"Then change it." Jian Linghuai grabbed his pen and changed "long hair and long legs" to "black hair and long legs" on the questionnaire.

Just one word difference, there is an extra gender choice.

——On the profoundness of the Chinese language.

He Zhizhou took back the questionnaire with a smile, and snorted in his head.

Jian Linghuai: "? What are you doing? Did I allow you to do this? "

"Then I ask for instructions?"

"..."

He Zhizhou couldn't help snoring again, and finally understood why so many people love to keep pets, it's so comfortable to touch.

Jian Linghuai patted his hand away, and in the process of falling, that hand inadvertently stopped under his armpit.

Jian Linghuai was shocked.

He Zhizhou narrowed his eyes thoughtfully, and scratched his fingers.

"...Pfft hahahaha! Stop it hahaha..."

He Nan had just had some porridge, but he was not full, and was about to go downstairs to order something to eat.When passing by the sofa, I saw these two people laughing and not serious, walking towards the kitchen without squinting: "You are not stable at all, you will catch a cold sooner or later."

Because He Zhizhou had an extra questionnaire, he knew Jian Linghuai's preferences completely, so he would not do anything that would make Jian Linghuai disgusted, and the two got along very harmoniously.

In this regard, Jian Linghuai felt a little relieved. It was really comfortable to get along with smart people. If you give him a look, the other person will know what you want to say and what you want to eat.

Going back to Guangsheng to go to work, although he is an acting general manager, he still needs to be paid and equipped. He moved into Chen Yu's original office and has a secretarial team. He held a meeting and re-acquainted with each other. All the people in the management, and the dismissed positions were all directly promoted from the next level, and soon the company's sluggish atmosphere was swept away.

It took two days to solve the internal problems, and Jian Linghuai found out that she had never received pink roses on the desk, nor had she seen Deng You again.

Just when the manager came back to work, Jian Linghuai asked casually, "How is Deng You?"

The manager probably knew the inside story from Deng Yuna, and looked at him a little nervously: "Recently, I suddenly received a lot of announcements, and I was too busy to turn around. It was arranged by... people from the headquarters."

Jian Linghuai: "..." You are short of reporting He Zhizhou's name and ID number directly.

"Young people, it's always good to practice more, and cherish this hard-won resource." Jian Linghuai said, "Now that you can create value for the company, you should work harder. If you really want to Rest, after that you can only rest."

"Hey... yes." Hearing his tone, the agent knew that Deng You really had no chance at all.Moreover, this pair of capitalists wants to squeeze the breath out of the artist, think about it, he is more suitable for the one in the headquarters!It's fine for you two to blame each other, don't bully my kids!

After finishing the matter, Jian Linghuai looked at the time, and it was not time to get off work. Remembering that today is Friday, she went to pick He Nan up from school.

He Nan's cold is almost healed. Originally, the family wanted him to rest at home, but this guy actually asked to go to school, because he felt that if he didn't study, there might not be a place for him in this family!These two stinky men have completely ignored him!

After receiving the child back to He's house, he found that He Zhizhou's car was also there when he parked the car, and he came back earlier than him?

Before entering the room, he heard the sound of thunder and bang. He Nan was about to speak when Jian Linghuai covered his mouth.

"Hush, let's go see what your uncle is doing." Jian Linghuai saw the man in the kitchen at the door, and carried him in.

The man in a dark suit, wearing an apron, was dressed in a very unsuitable way, but he didn't notice it, and stared at the electronic scale with all his attention, as if he was doing an experiment, and carefully put the salt on it: "1g of salt, Is it right?"

"That's right." Steward Wang was watching from the sidelines. He caught a glimpse of someone approaching from the corner of his eye, and nodded to Jian Linghuai with a smile without saying a word.

Jian Linghuai went to the high stool in front of the cooking table and sat down, and put He Nan on the chair beside her.

Hearing the noise, he thought the servants were busy. He Zhizhou didn't look back. He focused on changing an ingredient and weighed it to two decimal places. After making preparations, he asked Steward Wang without looking back: "What's the problem?" Now, how do you make it taste like your mother?"

"No male mother."

Butler Wang wasn't the one who answered.

He Zhizhou looked back suddenly, and saw Jian Linghuai supporting the bar with one hand, with curved eyebrows.

He didn't mind being found out, so he asked directly, "Did your mother use any secret recipe when making fried rice with eggs?"

"It doesn't seem to be there, it's just a very common seasoning, and she doesn't control the amount, she often shakes it casually." Jian Linghuai looked at the row of bowls on the counter with a smile.

"..."

Jian Linghuai suddenly took out his mobile phone, glanced at him, and typed a few words quickly.

"What are you doing?" He Zhizhou was inexplicably vigilant.

"Give you a score."

"How many points?"

"58...forget it, 59 points."

"..." Although there are still very few, it is almost close to the passing line, isn't it?

Encouraged by He Zhizhou, he turned around and devoted himself to the great business of the kitchen, wielding the shovel with extra effort.

Finally, the hot fried rice with eggs according to the recipe was served, with an attractive color.

Under He Zhizhou's expectant gaze, Jian Linghuai and He Nan picked up the spoons, took a sip, paused, their expressions changed, and took another sip.

He Zhizhou's expression moved slightly, and he asked with a little expectation: "How is it?"

After speaking, Jian Linghuai smiled at him and skillfully picked up the phone.

He Zhizhou was overjoyed: "How much is it now?"

Jian Linghuai smiled slightly: "Return to zero!"

He Zhizhou: "?"

"It's unpalatable, it's really unpalatable." He Nan on the side commented very seriously, put down his spoon and ran away, "This family can't stay here anymore, I'm going to study, learning can change my destiny."

He Zhizhou: "...""

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Jian Linghuai: "I've also read the recipes, the portions are so well grasped, and even the colors are so beautiful, but this result...In a sense, you can be regarded as an extraordinary talent.

He Zhizhou: "..."

After a while, He Zhizhou struggled to squeeze out a few words: "I think your scoring system is not objective enough, you should set a reasonable range, and the drop rate should not be so large."

After finishing speaking, seeing that Jian Linghuai was about to fill in the negative score, he quickly covered his mobile phone: "Objective, very objective, there is no need for any improvement at all, as long as you are happy, the invigilator."