my brother is not cute at all

"Tattoo."

The heavy carved wooden door was knocked lightly three times, Hou Zeqi turned around from the large office chair, pressed the cigarette butt in his hand and shouted: "Come in."

Angie walked in with high leather boots.

"The matter of sponsoring the FIH team is almost settled. Here, here are the documents you want," she put the documents on the table and pushed them over, and then burst into a fit of coughing in the smoky office: "cough cough cough ! Can you two stop making the office such a mess every time?"

"It's because he smokes a lot, don't yell at me," Hou Zeqi took the document and raised his chin towards the sofa.

Anji turned his head, and Tong Rui, who was sitting on the sofa, put out half of the cigarette in his hand, and immediately burst into a gentle smile after the smoke in his nasal cavity cleared: "Sister A, you are thinner, this caramel mink coat is very flattering." Your skin tone, the waistline is also designed to show your waist, it suits you very well."

Anji happily plucked the broken hair beside her ears and said with a smile, "This little mouth is sweet, you know a lot."

After hearing this, Hou Zeqi flipped through the documents and let out a short sneer, which is really fucking good.

"Sent them the sponsorship cooperation plan?" he asked Angie.

"It has been faxed to the manager."

"Okay, if there is no objection over there, please ask a lawyer to draw up a contract after the next year."

Hou Zeqi breathed a sigh of relief. After working day and night for more than half a month, the dust finally settled. He sank into the soft office chair, closed his eyes and rubbed between his brows.

"Okay," Anji sighed silently when he saw his appearance, and then took out something in his pocket and handed it to him: "This is the mobile hard disk you want, and I have already downloaded the videos for you."

"Let's put it here," Hou Zeqi signaled her: "The courier isn't off work yet, right? You send this set of photos on the table to Yang Wenkang at this address."

"You are..."

"Some things need to be let him know."

The moment his light brown eyeballs sank suddenly, like some kind of feline beast in the hunt, a sharp and fierce cold light burst out, which made Anji feel a shudder.

She didn't say any more, just nodded and turned to leave.

As soon as the wooden door of the office opened and closed, Tong Rui picked up the teacup and blew gently in the peaceful atmosphere. After a few seconds, he chuckled lightly: "I never thought that you are also a villain who will get revenge."

Hou Zeqi continued flipping through the documents without looking up: "At any rate, they are also lovers now, and some old debts should be settled for him."

"I never thought you were a sentimental person before. After this sponsorship cooperation and restoration of photos, I realized that I have really underestimated you for so many years."

Hou Zeqi took this as a compliment for the time being: "Thank you, in the future you will find that there are still many things you underestimated me."

"Do you know how the company executives talked about you behind your back for this sponsorship?" Tong Rui asked.

"I can probably guess it. It just means that I don't know good and bad, don't know the general idea, don't do business properly, and don't have a good brain. I'm used to it. Anyway, I was belittled from childhood to adulthood. Isn't it also excellent?"

Tong Rui knew that if he continued to talk like this, he might start another eloquent boasting, so he immediately killed this performance in the cradle before he started.

"Anyway, you just have to be careful. Tomorrow will be [-] years old. How do you plan to spend the Chinese New Year this year? Go to the island?"

Hou Zeqi knew that he was asking about a private island with beautiful scenery and pleasant climate that Hou Chenghai and Tong Yinghuai owned permanent property rights in Southeast Asia, so he dropped the document and leaned back to look over it.

"Not this year. My second mother is pregnant and needs to rest at home. How about you? Do you want to go there?"

"Well, my parents passed away two days ago, and my brother and I are on the plane tonight, the fifth day of the first day."

"That's fine, the Chinese New Year happens to deal with the mess, so let's get together again after the New Year," Hou Zeqi said.

Tong Rui took a sip of tea and sneered: "Can't you wait any longer and let him have a good year?"

"I can't wait, I, a villain who will get revenge, can't wait to tear those two bastards apart tomorrow," Hou Zeqi glanced at the time on his watch, straightened the back of his collar and smiled sharply and charmingly. Stand up: "Okay, it's almost time, I have to go to the part-time agency to pick up my little ancestor, remember to ask the assistant to wash the teacup before leaving work, let's go."

After he finished speaking, he picked up the coat hanging on the hanger casually, and when he walked to the door and opened the carved wooden door, he thought of something, and suddenly turned his head.

"Oh, by the way, when you go to the island, remember to ask someone to reserve the top honeymoon suite during the week of my birthday. I want to enjoy the world of two on my birthday this year, so I won't drink and fool around with you."

Tong Rui: "..."

The next day was New Year's Eve, and Bishan gave all the servants their annual leave, so there were only two families left in the vast villa and they were reunited with each other beautifully.

Yang Yue took her long-lost nap for half a year, and when she naturally woke up, Ji Wanyu was already busy in the kitchen with her second aunt's family.Although her culinary skills are not flattering, but fortunately Tongtong's father is the head chef of a star-rated hotel, and compared with Meng Hong, who is superb in cooking, she has her own merits.

Yang Yue came to the kitchen following the smell of pork rib soup in the casserole. Ji Wanyu happened to be peeling a garlic clove and looked up: "Are you awake? Go wash your hands and help."

He rubbed his eyes and nodded. When he returned to the kitchen after washing his hands, he saw Hou Chenghai baking lobster in the western kitchen. Tongtong's parents were busy in the Chinese kitchen. The meatballs were taken out of the pan, and I finally picked a dish to peel the garlic, but my mother snatched it first.

Now Yang Yue was dumbfounded, she stood at the door of the kitchen with her hands tied, she looked around but couldn't find anything she was good at doing, after hesitating for a while, he still walked towards Ji Wanyu.

"Mom, how much more garlic do you need? Let me peel some more."

Ji Wanyu ordered without raising her head, "Enough garlic, go over there and help make dumplings."

Tongtong heard the sound, turned her head and waved to this side: "Little cousin, make dumplings here."

Yang Yue walked over bravely, and she immediately held the crescent-shaped dumpling in her palm and showed him: "Look, I made it, how about it?"

The slender dumplings are pointed at both ends. Although the shape is like a crescent moon, the wrinkles are a bit uneven.

Yang Yue couldn't say anything to hurt the little girl, so she could only nod her head and say duplicity: "Well, it's great."

After hearing this, Tongtong raised her chin to Hou Zeqi happily: "Did you hear that? My little cousin praised me."

Hou Zeqi hooked her lips and squeezed out a mean and short cold snort: "It took 3 minutes to make such a dumpling, what are you so proud of? I have already made five or six dumplings in this time."

His fingers are long and his hands are fast. He didn't stop his movements between talking, and squeezed out a plump and beautiful fan-shaped dumpling in two or three strokes. The clear knuckle lines on his thumb made the pressing edge very delicate. the edges and corners.

"What's the matter with slowing down? My bag is so beautiful!"

"What a good-looking fart, the pleats you pinched are ugly when cooked."

"Who said that? You just can't make crescent-shaped dumplings like mine, so you said that on purpose! You're jealous of me!"

"I'm jealous of you?" Hou Zeqi was amused by her blind self-confidence: "You take care, I'll let you slap your face every minute."

After he finished speaking, he took a piece of dough, put the meat stuffing on it, folded it in half, then pressed the edges skillfully to create a curved tip and a row of small waves, and finally handed a beautiful and plump crescent-shaped dumpling to Tongtong, raising his eyebrows and asking: "How is it? Does your face hurt?"

Tongtong was stunned for a moment: "You..."

Hou Zeqi continued to be provocative, this time took a piece of dough and put the meat stuffing in it, folded it in half, pinched it tightly from left to right and then rolled out a small lace along one side.

"Like your method, hide the edges left and right, and roll the lace along one side. This is called small hand-made dumplings."

After finishing, take another sheet, put the meat filling in half and press the edge, pinch the two corners to roll towards the middle, and pinch firmly.

"This kind, the two corners are rolled up and pinched tightly, a bit like wontons, this is called Yuanbao dumpling."

Then take the dough and continue to repeat. After folding in half, one side tucks the corners down and pinches the waves until it reaches the tail and flattens the other end.

"This is the method Sister Hong often uses to make crystal shrimp dumplings. Squeeze the mouth and flatten it. If you press it vertically, it will be a willow leaf dumpling. If you press it horizontally like this, it will be a small fish dumpling."

He was wearing a black v-neck sweater, and the rolled up cuffs revealed his muscular forearms, and his slender white fingers were flying nimbly, which made Yang Yue look dazed for a while.

This refers to the picture of flying flowers, which is as beautiful as art.

He stared blankly, took a piece of dough and followed Hou Zeqi's example, put the stuffing and folded it in half, more meat stuffing would be needed to make it full.

"Pinch the two sheets of dough tightly, and squeeze out a circle of waves around the sides. This is called sun flower dumpling."

Yang Yue nodded, um, it looks good.

He folded it in half and pressed the edge, clumsily squeezed out two waves, and the disobedient meat filling immediately broke through the fragile dough and leaked out.

He hurriedly blocked the opening and stuffed the meat stuffing in with all his strength.

"This kind, put a little less meat stuffing, and after folding and pressing the sides, pinch the two folds on each side towards the middle. These are called handbag dumplings."

Just as Yang Yue stuffed the stuffed meat on one side, more stuffed meat overflowed from the opening on the other side.

I see!Put less meat stuffing.

He stared at the pair of bony hands nimbly squeezed out the handbag dumplings, and grabbed the overflowing meat stuffing with his hands and spread it on another piece of dough.

Can't be wasted.

"It can also be deformed, so that the two corners are rolled up and pinched like ingot dumplings, and it becomes a gold ingot dumpling."

Yang Yue nodded, pinched the corners of the pressed dumpling, rolled it up and pinched it——

With a soft "poof", the precarious dumpling belly was finally broken by him...

He hastily picked up another sheet of dough to wrap the whole dumpling, stuffed it with stuffing, and pinched the edges.

The dumbfounded Tongtong was shown off by Hou Zeqi's operation, and finally couldn't bear it anymore, and shouted: "I let you make dumplings! I didn't let you do acrobatics!"

Yang Yue trembled from her yelling, her hand shook, and the stuffed meat was squeezed out again with a puff.

"Normal operation, not acrobatics, I'm here to give you an insight into your ignorance," Hou Zeqi sneered, and settled the gold ingot dumpling in his hand. The sneer on his face froze in an instant: "Xiaoyue, you...are you going to blow up bunkers with dumplings?"

Yang Yue: "..."

"..." Tongtong took a closer look, holding her belly and laughing out of control: "Pfft hahahahaha!! Little cousin, did you make dumplings with dynamite?!"

Being ridiculed mercilessly, Yang Yue closed her fingers in embarrassment to cover the small explosive bag in her hand.

Hou Zeqi couldn't laugh or cry: "What are you?"

"Hand grabbing dumplings, original creation, can't it?" Yang Yue glanced over, felt that the hand grabbing dumplings were really ugly, and added in a low voice: "Forget it, this didn't work well, I'll throw away the heavy bag Bar."

Speaking of raising his hand to throw it, Hou Zeqi grabbed his wrist at the very moment, and coaxed him with a smile: "Hey, don't waste it, it's quite individual, I'll cook it later and eat it."

Yang Yue's eyes widened in shock. Wouldn't this fucking turn into shit?

Tongtong laughed enough, and came over curiously and asked, "So my little cousin doesn't know how to make dumplings?"

"No," Hou Zeqi replied without waiting for Yang Yue's answer: "Your little cousin can only eat, just like you."

Tongtong immediately put on a small face: "But my little cousin won't gain weight after eating it."

It is true that Yang Yue, who did not gain weight no matter how much she ate, did not know how to comfort her, but turned to Hou Zeqi and asked, "Why do you make so many kinds of dumplings?"

"Eat Sister Hong's steamed dumplings every now and then, and you'll get used to it when you see too many," Hou Zeqi said, making another four-cornered dumpling casually, his eyes fluttering, and he asked in a low voice, "Why? Do you want to learn?"

"Do I need to pay tuition?" Yang Yue asked.

"Let's owe it first," Hou Zeqi said, handing him a piece of dough, and taught him with his hands: "Here, put the meat stuffing first, not too much and not too little, put them well and press them as much as possible." Be round."

Yang Yue did as she did, raised her head and asked after finishing, "Is that so?"

The tall and straight figure caught off guard and circled his waist from behind, covering all the sights above his head in an instant.

Yang Yue's pupils dilated instantly!

The fragrance of softener on the V-neck sweater mixed with the hot body temperature steamed the hormone into a strong aggressiveness, wrapping him tightly in a moment.

Hou Zeqi leaned over and whispered in his ear: "Fold in half first, then pinch the edges."

As he spoke, his hands with slender bones covered his slightly thinner hands, and he used his fingers to fold the dough in half and press the edges.

"Then put your hands in this position, and gently squeeze the tiger's mouth toward the middle."

The subwoofer baked his auricles, and the warm palms wrapped his hands. With a slight squeeze, the fan-shaped dumplings immediately filled up.

"It's called a beauty fan. How about it? Isn't it much more beautiful than your hand-caught dumplings?"