Olfactory failure

There was no one in the corridor in front of the cultural wall, Wen Yanshu stood still here, and then added the address: "Mom."

Zhong Baiying's voice on the phone was very flat: "It took so long to answer, isn't it convenient?"

Wen Yanshu answered the call the first second it came in, but in Zhong Baiying's mind, whenever Wen Yanshu called out "Mom", that's where the call started.

Wen Yanshu resisted the urge to sigh before finishing chatting with Zheng Chengyan without any scruples. It was very difficult to change into a cautious attitude: "I just came out of the meeting room."

"Find time to come out for dinner next Thursday, and I'll send you the address in two days." Zhong Baiying said forcefully.

Every year, Wen Yanshu deliberately makes himself forget this day, but every year his mother throws a phone call at him to remind him that this year he has become a bit rebellious: "I will be on a business trip for a few days next Monday, I can't make an appointment, sorry .”

Zhong Baiying immediately asked, "Where are you going on a business trip?"

Wen Yanshu took two steps back, leaning his back against the smooth marble wall: "Glass, the company has already approved it."

Zhong Baiying asked, "Did you apply for it yourself or was it sent by the company?"

Wen Yanshu only hesitated for a few seconds before Zhong Baiying guessed the answer: "You know that this day is fixed every year, but you insist on picking this day to fly abroad, because you deliberately want to avoid meeting me?"

Here it is again, Wen Yanshu often feels that talking with his mother on the phone for a few minutes is more exhausting than sitting in front of the fragrance table all day without moving. I'm a newcomer, and I have a mission for this business trip."

"Newcomer?" Zhong Baiying's voice suddenly rose, "The little tail will only hinder your work progress. If someone doesn't do well, hand in a letter of resignation and walk away. In the end, who will feel sorry for you if you sigh!"

Wen Yanshu let out a long breath, but he kept his voice so his mother couldn't hear him.

Someone from the marketing department was addicted to cigarettes and came here to hide. Wen Yanshu tore his back from the cultural wall, turned and walked in the other direction: "I have time this Saturday, can I make an appointment in advance?"

Zhong Baiying's mood eased: "I have an appointment with a beauty salon on Saturday."

"What about Friday afternoon?" Wen Yanshu backed down, "I'll ask the leader for instructions if you're free."

After the phone call ended, Wen Yanshu pressed the button to hang up when he heard a busy tone from the other side.

The mobile phone returned to the WeChat chat interface, and Zheng Chengyan didn't ask, which seemed to leave enough room for him to think about it.

Wen Yanshu didn't need to hesitate in the first place, he tapped his fingers a few times and replied "yes" to the other party.

05:30 p.m. Wen Yanshu got off work on time. Jiang Er learned from the previous day. He packed up his things faster than anyone else. you want."

Wen Yanshu tidied up the experimental bottles on the table slowly, and said, "It's useless to belittle yourself any more. I think your assessment should be over here."

Jiang Er reacted for a long time before he heard that the unsmiling team leader was telling a cold joke to himself. He rubbed his head in foolish joy and promised: "I will be useful tomorrow!"

As the sun was approaching, Wen Yanshu was carrying a carriage full of golden sun to get off work, and his mood was not much brighter because of the warm color on his face.

When he got home and opened the door, he first smelled the smell of food wafting out of the living room, Mocha jumped up to him and yelled at him, Wen Yanshu was lazy for a while, and hugged Mocha presumptuously before taking a bath, trying to let the cat share the burden for him. Some bad mood.

Wen Yanshu had already adjusted his abnormal state when he went into the kitchen to fetch water. He put the cup under the water dispenser, glanced at the closed pot lid, and speculated, "Braised fish in sauce?"

Zheng Chengyan stuffed the tofu puffs with pork stuffing and asked, "What kind of fish?"

"Yellow croaker or sea bass, I like these two." Wen Yanshu put the cup filled with water on the cooking table, turned to the other side to wash his hands.

Zheng Chengyan was not paying attention, and followed him with his eyes: "Yellow croaker, Mocha has been coveting by the door for a long time."

Wen Yanshu had only eaten yellow croaker yesterday at noon, but Zheng Chengyan made this delicious, so he didn't say anything to spoil the fun.

There was an apron hanging on the wall hook, Wen Yanshu wiped his hands and took it off, and asked, "Don't you want to tie it on?"

Zheng Chengyan raised his hands covered with foam to express inconvenience, Wen Yanshu hooked the straps, and tapped Zheng Chengyan's back shoulder with his fingers: "I'll help you."

Zheng Chengyan turned around, he was used to leaning on the desk in the company, and if there was an object behind him, he would hit him, Wen Yanshu quickly grabbed him, let go of his arm in an instant, and put his hand on his chest Blocked a bit to avoid being hugged due to inertia.

"What's the matter?" Zheng Chengyan still half-raised his hands, if he wasn't afraid that Wen Yanshu would be disgusted, he would have embraced him.

Wen Yanshu pointed to the wet cooking table, and said, "You have to throw away the shirt if it's soiled, it's a waste."

"I just touched and threw it away, why did you find out?"

"Because you want me to accompany you to the store to buy another one every time you throw it away," Wen Yanshu raised his hand and hung the apron around Zheng Chengyan's neck, and wrapped the two thin belts around his waist behind him, "You The hem of the shirt is always caught in the chain of the trousers, twice in a row."

Zheng Chengyan's waist was itchy when Wen Yanshu's arm rubbed against him from time to time. He looked down at Wen Yanshu who was about to arch into his shoulder socket, and he could touch the other's hair by lowering his head and chin slightly.

Tightening his waist, Wen Yanshu tied a bow on the back of his waist, then took a step back: "Okay."

The burnt-smelling yellow croaker prevented Zheng Chengyan from recalling the urge to embrace. He came back to his senses, took off his gloves, lifted the lid of the pot, turned the fish over, and said, "You have mocha hair on your back, it Lie on your back?"

Wen Yanshu picked up the neglected water glass and said, "No, I hugged it."

Suddenly there was only the sizzling of oil in the pot in the air, Zheng Chengyan turned off the fire, and moved the fish to a plate: "You misunderstood my husband, right?"

It has been a long time since Zheng Chengyan mentioned this name in front of him last time, Wen Yanshu almost spilled the water: "What are you fussing about with a cat?"

Zheng Chengyan glanced at him with a smile: "Then you hug me too, I don't mind."

Wen Yanshu teased Jiang Er in the company, and was teased by Zheng Chengyan when he returned home. He held the water glass and hesitated, but Zheng Chengyan didn't force him: "Go upstairs and take a bath first, I still have a dish to fry, you finish washing it Just came down."

The range hood was running, and the screeching sound of stuffed tofu being put into the wok again, Zheng Chengyan just picked up the spatula, when he heard a "bang-dang" sound, the shovel fell from his hand and hit the edge of the iron pot.

He only felt a layer of warmth covering his back, and when he lowered his head, he saw Wen Yanshu's hands wrapped around his waist, but they were soon released.

When he turned his head again, Zheng Chengyan only saw the back of Wen Yanshu leaving the kitchen quickly, and the next second Mocha came in, and he hurriedly took the heat-insulating vegetable cover to isolate the smoking yellow croaker.

Wen Yanshu's bathing time was precisely controlled within 10 minutes. He sat at the dining table in a clean suit, but when he picked up the chopsticks, he was stunned: "Did you remove all the fish bones?"

"It's more convenient for you to eat." Zheng Chengyan's right hand side was stacked with fish bones. He took out a wet towel to wipe his hands, and put a piece of intact fish into Wen Yanshu's bowl, "Taste it."

On the surface, both of them seemed to have no extra affection for the hug in the kitchen, but Wen Yanshu was overly moved by Zheng Chengyan's actions.

He received a comprehensive etiquette education when he was young, and there was no such thing as picking fish bones for others, so Zheng Chengyan could only do it voluntarily.

"Is this delicious, or the one made in the cafeteria?" Zheng Chengyan asked.

Wen Yanshu didn't move even when his calf was rubbed by the mocha under the table, he said seriously: "This."

"It's because the boneless fish tastes better when the taste is similar." Zheng Chengyan said, "Yanshu, others can bring you rice, but I can do it better than him."

The depression that Wen Yanshu had pent up in his chest was quietly gone, and the light above the restaurant swayed into his heart instead of the sunset that he missed on the way home from get off work.

He asked: "Then when you go to the study to work overtime, can I make you a pot of coffee?"

Zheng Chengyan set a trap for the other party: "I did this for you out of selfishness towards you, what about you?"

The atmosphere at the table was tense, Wen Yanshu was like a pharyngeal bone, and an unformed answer was up and down in the throat.

Zheng Chengyan put another piece of stuffed tofu into Wen Yanshu's bowl: "No hurry, I'll wait for you."

It was less than a week before the business trip, but the work did not press the pause button. Zheng Chengyan still had to shuttle between the floors for the morning meeting, training meeting, office meeting, thinking that he would have time to have fun at noon, and the computer was turned on The interface was ready to replay the live broadcast of the Nafieli tasting, and Yulin knocked on the door again and came in to remind him not to forget to make an appointment with the project leader at the restaurant downstairs at twelve o'clock.

On Friday morning, Zheng Chengyan violated his promise to Wen Yanshu "not to untie his tie in front of others". When You Lin came in with a thick notepad and stopped at his desk, he put down the half-eaten During breakfast, he loosened his tie irritably.

"Why don't you go and finish your breakfast first," Zheng Chengyan said compassionately, "Don't stand hungry for a long time, it's considered a work-related injury."

"Redefining work-related injuries?" You Lin opened the book, "Mr. Zheng, you can just listen while you eat. There is not much content today, so don't be passive and sabotage."

Zheng Chengyan learned from the secretary how to admonish people in the most respectful way. He picked up a spoon and stirred a bowl of pumpkin and millet porridge, expressing his acquiescence to the other party's suggestion.

You Lin didn't fool anyone, she closed the notebook after reporting the morning work schedule, Zheng Chengyan just covered the plastic bowl and asked, "What about the afternoon?"

"There is no arrangement for the afternoon." Yulin said, "I have booked a flight at 45:[-] am next Monday. I am worried that you will not have enough rest, so I will set aside an extra afternoon for you."

Zheng Chengyan immediately pushed the documents on the table, and went to the lounge to find a set of casual clothes: "Please help me call the Jinqiao Club and ask them to reserve the venue for me. The project remains as usual."

At two o'clock in the afternoon, the black Bentley drove out of the IDR parking lot and drove on the smooth road at a steady speed.

At the same time, on the other side of the green belt that divides the car, Wen Yanshu kept moving forward at a speed of thirty or forty yards. Zhong Baiying urged to call, and he answered: "We're on the road, there's a bit of traffic."