This is too happy!

Quiet.

Still quiet.

After a while, Xie Zhou felt that he was poked by Sun Du.

"how?"

Sun Du looked at him, then at the solemnity that seemed to have highlights and an iceberg background, and quietly swallowed.

"Then what, do you feel that Mr. Zhuang seems to be shining?"

Hey!

More than just shining?

This is too handsome!

A few words and a few words made that Yang Tao run away in despair!

And Yang Tao's father, too!

What is this called?

Is it a battle of tongues?

So handsome!

Xie Zhou slowly put out a question mark?

May I ask how Sun Du could do it and write a small composition on his face?

"but……"

Sun Du scratched his head, a little puzzled.

"What did Mr. Zhuang mean just now? Why didn't I seem to understand?"

Xie Zhou was speechless.

"I don't understand, you think he is shining?"

Sun Du laughed.

"That's right, I don't know how serious it is!"

Anyway, Mr. Zhuang is an awesome person, isn't it normal to say awesome things?

Xie Zhou understood these thoughts from his face, and felt it was an eye-opener.

Isn't this called, thinking intuitively?

but……

A thought flashed in Xie Zhou's mind—the solemnity really seemed to be shining.

It is solemn wisdom that shines.

He glanced at Sun Du and found an excuse to dismiss him.

"We're all here, isn't it good not to donate some items?"

He said while tearing off the cuff buttons of his cuffs, "Go and do me a favor, take this for a photo."

Sun Du wondered, "Now?"

Facing Xie Zhou's deep eyes, he was inexplicably cute.

"Okay, then I'll go for a run."

He muttered as he walked.

Continue to make up, why not make up before?

After walking a few steps, he looked down at the cufflinks in his hand, and suddenly realized—couldn't it be because Xie Zhou saw Mr. Zhuang that he thought that there were still cufflinks that could be torn off?

After dismissing the person, Xie Zhou leaned forward to approach Zhuang Zhong.

"I'm curious."

Solemn looked at him slightly sideways, with a normal tone.

"Curious what?"

As he got closer, Xie Zhou noticed that there was a faint fragrance on Zhuang Zhong's body.

It's like lighting pine wood for warmth in the wet rainy season. The light water vapor is mixed with the elegant fragrance of pine wood, which smells as perfect as Zhuang Zhuang.

Xie Zhou only hesitated for a second before asking.

"You think there is something wrong with Yang Tao?"

What do you mean?

Solemnly looked up at him.

Xie Zhou also looked at him.

Solemn stared at him for a while, then spoke slowly.

"I remember that you also agree that if you don't know your cooking skills for the first time, don't give away your finished products?"

Xie Zhou rubbed his fingers and leaned back.

"Correct."

"Since that's the case," Zhuang Zhong spread his hands, "Do you think Yang Tao is fine?"

He didn't refuse or didn't answer, and even left the answer to Xie Zhou to choose.

He even showed a very interested look, waiting for Xie Zhou's answer.

Xie Zhou choked for breath.

He ventured in, and Zhuang Zhuang could see that he was tempting.

but……

Is this dignity?

The curiosity hidden in Xie Zhou's eyes deepened.

He still wanted to say something to test it out, but Sun Du came back.

Xie Zhou subconsciously put his body back into position.

Zhuang Zhong also turned his head back to think about the front.

Only Sun Du was depressed: Why do these two people feel weird?

The auction was still going on, so Zhuang looked at it for a while, but was not interested.

He took out his mobile phone and started flipping through the strategies compiled by 'Special Assistant Zhou'.

Hand-made roses increase the favorability;

The hand-made bento with love increases the favorability;

The bear dolls made by hand increase the favorability;

DIY

Zhuang Zhong felt that he almost didn't know the words "made by hand".

He flipped through the guide for the game "My Daughter and Her Men".

Good guy.

Zhuang Zhong counted the pages, and more than half of them were related to making by himself.

Is the game production team going to fight with each other or with their hands?

Zhuang Zhong flipped through the strategy characters in this game by the way.

Number one, the head of the entertainment industry.

Number two, real estate boss.

No. [-], new energy leader.

……

Seeing that No.18 is still the overlord, Zhuang Zhong slowly fell into deep thought.

Did the boss offend the company's production team?

Otherwise, why is it that he is obviously a tyrant, but the way to be captured is to receive gifts made by himself?

Solemn found it incomprehensible.

Is their setting a fake overlord?

With such a setting, Mr. Ba, why would his favorability soar easily because of the gifts he made himself?

Perhaps, the next game is not like this?

Zhuang Zhong tried to open the second game guide.

"Rebirth: Brilliant Stars", at first glance, is going to follow the route of the entertainment industry?

Since he is going to take the route of the entertainment industry, at least he should use money to open the way, right?

Solemnly and confidently, he opened the second guide.

After 5 minutes, he slowly exited with a look of disbelief.

why?

Or do you cook with your own hands?

And since he wants to be a star in the entertainment industry, shouldn't he be taking various courses every day to improve himself?

Why do you still have the option of spending three hours cooking a pot of good soup for the boss?

He has always handled work documents as simply and solemnly as drinking water, but for the first time he felt that reading these documents gave him a headache.

He waited for a while, and opened the third, fourth, and fifth copies without giving up...

5 minute later.

Solemn gave up.

It's really hard for him to understand...

"Why do some people think that the best way to impress a president-level figure is a small gift made by oneself?"

Are you looking down on them?

The solemnity is incomprehensible.

If the chocolates he made by himself can easily win favorability, then why does he work hard to eat at a Michelin restaurant?

what?

Xie Zhou raised his head in astonishment.

Was Zhuang Zhong talking to him just now?

Looking at Xie Zhou, Zhuang Zhuang was still struggling with this question in his mind.

Speaking of...

He solemnly glanced at Xie Zhou. He remembered that Xie Zhou also felt that the chocolates he made for the first time should not be given away easily?

Maybe, he can ask Xie Zhou?

Zhuang Zhong repeated what he had just said to himself.

This time, he looked at Xie Zhou seriously.

"What do you think?"

I think you're using me back.

And I seem to have found proof too.

Xie Zhou opened his mouth slightly, but before he could answer, Sun Du next to him couldn't help but interjected.

"That doesn't sound like a problem, does it?"

Sun Du scratched his head, and he smiled.

"With your status as Mr. Zhuang, don't you spend money to buy things you can buy with money? But if you make things by yourself, you can't buy them outside, right? Isn't this kind of intention very satisfying? Are you moved?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhuang Zhong and Xie Zhou turned to look at him together.

Both of their faces were full of indescribable words.

Sun Du's scalp was numb and his heart was terrified.

"What, what's wrong? Did I say something wrong?"

Right?No, right?

His eyes were wildly shaken.

Zhuang Zhong first frowned and shook his head.

"Your point of view is very strange. My money is not blown by the wind. Whether it is cheap or expensive, it is the wealth I have worked hard for. Every money I spend comes with my work. sweat."

Xie Zhou also showed a disapproving expression.

"And you also mentioned Mr. Zhuang's identity. Since he has such an identity, the gift should at least match his identity."

The solemn brows were slightly relaxed.

"Indeed, I don't mean to discriminate, but I have worked hard step by step to get to where I am today. I naturally hope that others can respect and recognize my struggle."

Xie Zhou also nodded.

"That's right, and it's not bad to make a gift by yourself, but if it's like Yang Tao's first time cooking and giving it away, wouldn't that be looking down on Mr. Zhuang?"

Solemn raised his eyebrows and looked sideways at him.

"That's right, he even had the audacity to exchange a piece of cheap chocolate that cost me a gastric lavage in exchange for the new roses from the Perfume Capital. Moreover, it still costs nine hundred and ninety-nine flowers."

Xie Zhou looked back with a chuckle.

"What's the difference between this and an idiot's dreaming? I think it's just because I want to fool others with words like 'I made it myself' and 'It's my intention'..."

Zhuang Zhong: "It's just because of being poor."

Xie Zhou: "It's just because I don't want to spend money."

Sun Du: Confused.jpg

He hesitated to speak.

Stop talking and want.

In the end, it turned into a whisper, "You two are here to sing the oboe?!"

On the other side, Zhuang Zhong slightly narrowed his eyes and looked at Xie Zhou.

"Isn't it? I can't bear to spend money and can choose cheaper alternatives. I can make it myself. It can only be because I am extremely poor, so I try to fool the other party's sincerity with my own making and my heart."

Xie Zhou shrugged, but his deep black pupils showed no sign of flinching.

"But even if you are poor, if you are sincere to your sweetheart and work hard to save money, you can still buy a suitable gift with a suitable amount, right?"

Suddenly, the atmosphere between the two was inexplicable, as if there was some unusual air current surging between them.

Sitting next to him, Sun Du felt that Yi Yi's face was bewildered.

No?

You two were singing oboe-like brothers just now, why are you fighting tit for tat again now?

Qiuqiu takes care of the children who are not good in EQ and IQ, can you give me an explanation?

Looking solemnly at Xie Zhou, Xie Zhou also agreed to watch him.

After a full 3 minutes, Xie Zhou showed a helpless smile.

"Then Mr. Zhuang means that if you give it away or others give it away, it must be a luxury?"

He put his hands on his knees solemnly, and spoke seriously.

"It can't be said to be a luxury, but I have been working hard all the time, isn't it just to make me and my future partner live comfortably?"

He spoke too seriously, for a moment, Xie Zhou was a little speechless.

Could such a charming solemnity really be a virtual game NPC that does not exist in reality, as he thought?

After the auction, Xie Zhou rejected Sun Du's idea of ​​sending him back to the car.

He walked in the cold wind, despite many thoughts flashing through his mind.

When he got back to the door of his house, he rarely looked up at a lamp left by the door.

After a long time, he pushed the door open and entered.

The room was dark and there was no movement.

Xie Zhou put down his things and was about to change his shoes, when the light in the entrance suddenly turned on.

The next second, his old man's displeased voice sounded in the room.

"If you are told to go out, you don't go out, and you don't know how to say it when you go out. Is it reasonable to come back so late?"

Before Xie Zhou could speak, he started chattering again.

"Did you go out with that kid Sun Du again? Although I asked you to go out, that kid Sun Du didn't play in a serious way. If you want me to say that you should come to the company to help me earlier, don't let him go every day." Just look at your sandbag, can it be eaten or can be your wife? You said that you didn’t want to go back there, and now you’re dead at home, so you might as well go to work in the company!”

He was cursing, and walked to the table while scolding.

"I came back so late, and the leftover food is going to be cold. Haven't you eaten yet? I'll get you some noodles. You're such an old man and you don't know how to take care of yourself. What can I say about you?"

Before Xie Zhou could speak, he saw his old man enter the kitchen with agility.

After a while, I smelled the aroma of fried eggs.

He changed his slippers and stood in the porch for a while.

There was still a slight pain in his right hand. He touched his wrist, looked at the kitchen again, and suddenly walked in with big strides.

"What are you doing here? Are you so hungry? I told you to eat well and you don't eat. Now you know that you are hungry? Go, go, wait outside, don't get in the way here, I don't know which ancestor you follow, It looks like a wall here to block my light."

Old man Xie was about to chase people away with a spatula, but Xie Zhou easily grabbed the spatula with one hand, and suddenly spoke.

"Father, do you still remember when I said I was going to join the army?"

He was holding the spatula, and the other hand looked relaxed and comfortable in his trouser pocket, only his pale fingers revealed his mood.

"What do you ask this for?"

Old man Xie looked at him in surprise, then became impatient.

"Isn't it the matter of taking you to travel abroad that year? You said you were weird. When I was young, I didn't know how to be obedient. Suddenly I grew up, and I suddenly became rebellious. I don't read good books. I’m going to join the army as a soldier, and I’ve been away for so many years, and I don’t know how to call home and send a letter, making it seem like labor and management have never had this son.” Isn’t it as if he never had a son?

This person came back with great difficulty, and he didn't move all day long. A big living person stayed at home quietly; or he didn't say a word when he went out, and even if he wanted to worry, he didn't know where to start.

"Let go, don't delay me frying eggs! There are also a lot of bad habits about eating eggs. I don't know where the problem comes from..."

Xie Zhou gradually let go of his hands when he heard him blah blah.

Old man Xie scolded with resentment, but his hands were not slow.

Fried eggs, boiled water, noodles, and I didn’t forget to wash some vegetables and mushrooms.

Xie Zhou listened to the chatter in his ear, and looked at the noodles in the pot. He could already smell the aroma of eggs before they came out of the pot.

He stood for a while, then suddenly laughed.

"Didn't I pick up all my problems from you? Isn't it because of your tricky mouth why our family has never hired anyone to cook?"

Old man Xie was pouring the noodles out of the pot, when he heard it, he exploded with anger.

"Is that my mouth? It's obvious that you have been difficult to take care of since you were a child. You don't eat the food in restaurants outside, and you don't eat it when you ask a chef to cook it. You just eat it from the hands of a dirty old man like me. I don't know you. Is there something wrong with my mouth, my culinary skills are too bad for you to be able to eat it!"

Xie Zhou listened to his cursing, and consciously picked up a chopsticks of noodles.

"Isn't this delicious? Don't belittle yourself."

After speaking, he exhaled a few times, and began to eat noodles with big mouthfuls.

"Who underestimated himself? It's your mouth that has a problem!"

Seeing his appearance, old man Xie muttered, but didn't say anything more.

Xie Zhou didn't feel like taking up space with a bowl of noodles—he ate much more in the army than at home.

Thinking of this, Xie Zhou was suddenly taken aback.

He picked up the bowl and took a sip of soup hesitantly.

The warm noodle soup slid from his throat into his stomach, this feeling...

"It's fine after eating. What are you drinking so much soup for? I'll soak up the noodles later so I can't sleep well."

After the old man Xie finished speaking, he snorted again, "But it's true, you don't go out and don't do anything, when are you going to sleep or not?"

Xie Zhou raised his hand.

"You've wronged me, why don't I go to bed early and get up early?"

The old man Xie hummed louder.

"Is this the point? What's the use of going to bed early and getting up early and not doing farts? You don't want to go to work in the company, and you don't make money. Let me see how you raise a wife in the future..."

"I'll go tomorrow."

Xie Zhou interrupted him suddenly.

The bowl in the old man's hand slipped, so it didn't break.

He twisted his head back to look at Xie Zhou like a log, with a look on his face that I was hallucinating?

"What did you say?"

Xie Zhou waved his hands and went into the room.

"It's fine if you don't hear it."

Old man Xie rushed out after him.

"I heard it! I heard it for real! Then you keep your word and go to work in the company tomorrow!"

"Hmm."

The door was closed, and Xie Zhou's unreal voice floated out vaguely.

Although it is not true, but it really should!

Old man Xie held the bowl, still a little dizzy.

This is today?

See a ghost?Or went out and bumped into evil?

Why did you suddenly agree to go to work?

Not right.

He pondered over and over again, but he always felt that his heart was not at ease.

The bowl was unknowingly washed eight times, and it was so shiny that it could be used as a magic mirror. Old man Xie slapped his thigh.

"No, I have to call the kid from the Sun family, don't be really evil! How could this person agree to go to work for no reason? Is going to work something that a human can do?"