Begins health as a slag cannon fodder [Transmigration Book]

The senior cadres in the company felt that their president was very happy today. Although he still had a cold face, he felt a slight change in his aura.

Song Yingxia has more than one secretary, besides Secretary Lu, there are two other secretaries to assist the president in dealing with work matters.

"Hey, Boss Song is very happy today. What happened?" the secretary who was usually the liveliest secretary in the secretariat asked Secretary Lu.

Secretary Lu smiled slightly, brushed up his new hairstyle in a profound manner, and said, "You will know when the time comes."

"what?"

Song Yingxia came out of the office, and the three secretaries who had been talking together stood up straight immediately.

"Mr. Song."

Song Yingxia hummed, and said to Secretary Lu, "Let Lao Chen wait for me in the parking lot at 11:30."

Secretary Lu: "Yes."

Just as Song Yingxia was about to lift her footsteps, she paused suddenly and asked them casually, "Do you have brothers and sisters in your family?"

The three secretaries nodded.

"There is an older brother."

"There are brothers and sisters."

"Two older brothers and one younger sister."

Song Yingxia snorted and asked, "My younger brother said that he will cook for me at noon today, so I won't have lunch at the company today."

Secretary Lu smiled: "Alright Mr. Song."

"Also," Song Yingxia paused, "I'm going to my younger brother's house later, what kind of gift do you think the high school students like now?"

The only secretary with a younger brother smiled professionally: "President Song, my younger brother is only five years old today."

Song Yingxia: "Oh."

Song Yingxia left.

When the elevator doors closed, the secretariat became lively again.

"I see. It turns out that Mr. Song's younger brother is cooking for Mr. Song."

"But why did I hear that Mr. Song has a bad relationship with his younger brother? It's been a long time, and this is the first time I've heard Mr. Song mention his younger brother."

"We don't understand rich families."

"Okay, okay." Secretary Lu interrupted their conversation, "It's not our turn to care about Mr. Song's family situation, as long as we do our jobs well."

"That's right. By the way, do you want afternoon tea in the afternoon? I recently found out about a shop that makes really good coffee."

When Song Yingxia was still in the company, Song Yao got up early in the morning, and it was too cold to get out of bed for a while.

After deliberating for a long time last night, I finally decided to face the reality, isn't it just cooking, he can.

Song Yao was afraid that she was not in a good mood, so she wrote down the ingredients she needed to buy on paper.

Ginger Baked Chicken, Braised Pork Ribs, Tomato Scrambled Eggs, Pork Ribs Mushroom Soup, Boiled Vegetables, Purple Rice...

hungry.

Song Yao stuffed the note into her pocket with a sullen face, and went to have breakfast to fill her stomach before talking.

In order to buy fresh ingredients, Song Yao bought two corn buns and ate them while walking to the vegetable market.

"Auntie, I want three tomatoes."

"I want a chicken - can Auntie handle it for me? I won't, thank you Auntie."

"Hello……"

Song Yao walked around the vegetable market twice, and finally bought the ingredients. It didn't take long to buy the ingredients, but it took an hour or even two hours to process the ingredients.

Song Yao has tried to choose uncomplicated recipes, but it is still a bit difficult for one person to cook so many dishes.

Standing in front of the sink, Song Yao was staring at the pot in a daze. Although Yuan didn't know how to cook, he had all the kitchen tools that a kitchen should have, even tools for making cakes.

The phone rang with a "ding".

[Song Yingxia: Arrive in 10 minutes. 】

Song Yao took the time to look at the message and replied "OK".This is the first time he has seen "Song Yao"'s brother after he has been in this world for so long.

Strange nervous.

Unexpectedly, within 10 minutes, there was a knock on the door. Song Yao looked out from the peephole, and saw a handsome man in a suit and leather shoes standing outside.

A little familiar.Song Yao opened the door, stared at the man for a few seconds, and finally looked at the face that was [-]% similar to her own, with a vague tone of uncertainty: "Brother?"

Song Yingxia was in a daze for a few seconds when he heard this address, as if time went back to before he and Song Yao had a dispute.

Song Yao didn't know what Song Yingxia was thinking, so he turned his body to let Song Yingxia come in.

Song Yingxia came back to her senses and walked into the house rented by his younger brother for the first time.

At first glance, it is too small, the whole house is not big enough for the garden at home.

Song Yao didn't know how to get along with "brother". He scratched his forehead and said awkwardly: "Brother, sit down first, I'll get you a glass of water."

After Song Yao finished speaking, she remembered that the water in her teapot was all goji berry and red date water, which seemed not suitable for a president in a suit.

The sofa was relatively short, and Song Yingxia couldn't stretch her arms and legs when she sat on it.

Song Yingxia looked at his younger brother's current living environment, and put a steaming cup of health-preserving tea in front of him.

Song Yao touched her red fingertips and said, "Sit down first, I'll go in and see if the soup is ready."

Maybe it was because he had focused on his younger brother just now, that Song Yingxia could smell the aroma of soup in the air.

In the living room, you could see the scene in the kitchen. Song Yingxia frowned as she watched Song Yao take off her coat and put on an apron skillfully.

There was no heating in the house, and Song Yao was only wearing a thin sweater, which made Song Yingxia wonder if she didn't pay Song Yao for living expenses.

Song Yao soon came out with the dishes, Song Yingxia stood up and walked to the kitchen, her tall body brought some pressure in the narrow kitchen.

"Need help?" Song Yingxia asked.

Song Yingxia's sudden utterance startled Song Yao. Song Yao hesitated for a while, and finally put the tomato scrambled eggs on the plate, turned around and handed it to Song Yingxia: "Then I will trouble you."

The tone is polite and distant, not like a brother.

Four dishes, one soup and one meal were brought to the table, and Song Yao and Song Yingxia sat down face to face.

The atmosphere was terribly quiet. Song Yao didn't know what to say to Song Yingxia. He had no relationship with Song Yingxia himself, so he simply lowered his head and sipped slowly while drinking the soup.

Song Yingxia looked at the food on the table, it was delicious and delicious, it was hard to imagine that it was made by his delicate and rebellious younger brother himself, if Song Yingxia hadn't watched the whole process, otherwise he would have doubted whether a certain five-star restaurant prepared it for delivery Came for takeaway.

Song Yao didn't know if the Song family had a rule of keeping their mouths shut, but it would be great if there were.In the next second, he heard Song Yingxia ask him, "When will you learn to cook by yourself?"

Song Yao calmly put down the soup bowl and said, "Probably, perhaps, not long ago."

Song Yingxia: Then you are really a genius chef.

Song Yao faced Song Yingxia's suspicious gaze, but still looked back calmly, "I thought cooking was difficult, but it's actually very easy after I get started."

Mr. Song would like to hear the details.

Song Yao: "As long as you have hands."

Song Yingxia: "..."

After dinner, Song Yingxia wanted to chat with Song Yao for a while, but she looked into Song Yao's eyes, as if what she wanted to say was stuck in her throat and she couldn't open her mouth.

After a while, Song Yao took the lead to break the quiet atmosphere and asked, "Brother, are you going back to work in the company this afternoon?"

It was rare for Song Yingxia to show a dazed expression on his face, and then said, "Yes."

"Oh, then you should go back to rest early, or you will be very tired if you work in the afternoon." Song Yao said.

Song Yingxia was silent for a few seconds, then stood up, "Okay, then I'll go back first."

Song Yao: "..." Hey, he felt that Song Yingxia might have misunderstood him.

When sending Song Yingxia to the door, Song Yao hesitated for a few seconds and said: "Well, I don't want to drive you away, but I think naps are very important in the day, and taking a nap for a while will not make you so tired when you work in the afternoon. "

Listening to Song Yao's explanation, Song Yingxia saw that the tips of the 17-year-old boy's ears were gradually stained with a thin layer of red. She couldn't help laughing, and her tone became soft unconsciously: "Well, I see, Xiao Yao is caring about me."

"Uh..." Song Yingxia glanced at the time, and said to Song Yao: "I'm leaving, it's cold, remember to wear a few more clothes, if you don't have enough money, ask brother if you want to know?"

Song Yao thought that you could spend ten years on the original owner's living expenses, but on the surface she nodded obediently: "Okay."

Song Yingxia wanted to touch Song Yao's hairy head, raised her hand slightly and put it down again, "I'll pick you up on the day of Mid-Autumn Festival."

"Ah."

After Song Yao closed the door, he would feel relaxed and comfortable when he was alone in the room. After all, he and Song Yingxia were not familiar with each other, so they would feel more or less awkward when getting along.

Song Yao washed the dishes and put them in the disinfection cabinet, wiped her hands and walked to the window, from which she could see the lively street scene downstairs.

"Yo - where is Brother Pei going to play again? Are you boxing?"

Song Yao was about to turn around and go back to the room, but when she heard this loud voice, her footsteps stopped, and she looked downstairs again.

On the side of the road, Pei Lin, who was dressed in black during the day, was standing under the street lamp playing with his mobile phone. A young man who looked to be in his 20s walked up to him and patted Pei Lin on the shoulder. The two obviously knew each other well. Seeing the young man smiled.

Song Yao couldn't hear their conversation. Song Yao lived on the third floor, and unless he had a good ear, he wouldn't be able to distinguish the content of their conversation from all kinds of noisy voices.

It might be that Song Yao's gaze was too "hot", Pei Lin seemed to feel something and raised his head to look at Song Yao's building.

Unbiased, meet Song Yao's eyes.

Song Yao didn't dodge her eyes or hide like a guilty conscience, the two just looked at each other up and down for a few seconds, and it was Pei Lin who looked away first.

Then, Pei Lin and the young man turned a corner and walked into an alley.

The time for the first monthly exam of the third year of high school was announced, just after the Mid-Autumn Festival, and all students in the school had to welcome the exam when they came back from the three-day holiday.

Song Yao sat in her seat and listened to the teacher's eloquent lecture, she couldn't help yawning.

This class is a math class. Mathematics is the worst subject in Class [-]. As soon as the math teacher speaks, the students in the audience start to feel sleepy. Is there any teacher who doesn’t like the phenomenon of students listening attentively to the class and actively asking questions? ?

The math teacher didn't like Class [-] at first, not to mention it was the class with the worst overall grades in the whole grade, and there were stubborn and bad students like Pei Lincheng and Yu Hao in the class. If he didn't get paid, he wouldn't want to give lectures to this group of people.

All a bunch of idiots.

The math teacher noticed that there was a boy in the back who was yawning openly and aboveboard, and often drank water and didn't listen to the class well. In a fit of anger, he slapped the book on the podium, startling the two rows of students closest to the podium.

"I originally thought that people would have a sense of shame. Knowing that their grades were lower than the average score in the class, not only did they not make corrections, but they still went their own way. I would like to ask such people, is it interesting to stay in school and harm others and themselves?"

The math teacher didn't name his name, but from the "reciprocal score" in the words, everyone knew who he was trying to blame.For a moment, everyone turned their attention to the face of Song Yao who was holding a thermos cup to drink water to moisturize his dry throat.

"Uh..." Song Yao's expression was blank and innocent.

From this look, it is clear that Song Yao has become a tool for the math teacher to vent his anger.

Math teacher: "You come up to do the third question, if you can't solve it, just stand outside the corridor."

The other students looked at the topic that the math teacher said, and the expression on each face was exactly the same as Song Yao's expression just now, just a little more confused and a little less innocent.

What is this non-human question?

Jiang Xing looked at the title for a second and then chose to close the book as if he hadn't read it. He turned his head and whispered to Song Yao, "Can you?"

Song Yao calmly put down the thermos, and faced the concerned eyes of the front table, he smiled lightly: "Guess?"

Jiang Xing: Song Yao walked up to the podium amidst a crowd of watching eyes. Halfway through, she suddenly thought of something and turned back.

The math teacher raised the corner of his mouth and said angrily: "What? Do you feel that you won't be able to do it for fear of embarrassing yourself? If you study hard, this kind of question will be given as a sub-question."

In the quiet classroom, someone then said, "This is a fucking proposition, I blame others for not listening well in class, and I don't reflect on what kind of bird I am in my lectures."

The sound is not loud, just enough that the whole class can hear it.

The math teacher was trembling with anger, threw a piece of chalk over, and Cheng Yu Hao hurriedly blocked it with a book and slapped it away.

Song Yao ignored them, went back to her seat to get the textbooks, and then walked to the podium, and smiled as she passed the math teacher, "I just forgot to take the books."

The math teacher snorted, "There is no answer in the textbook, so don't even think about cheating."

Who knew that Song Yao said: "I don't think there is any need to cheat on such a simple question."

Cheng Yuhao squatted on the chair, and when he heard Song Yao's answer, he slapped his book on the table with a smile, "Awesome, Song Yao!"

Although Song Yao is usually not liked, but this sentence obviously got to the point of the students in Class [-], and they couldn't help laughing out loud.

Song Yao faced the blackboard, looked down at the topic, and thought for a few seconds. The chalk landed on the blackboard and just wrote the first number when a "report" came from the door of the classroom.

Everyone except Song Yao looked at the door, and they saw Pei Lin, who usually hardly saw anyone in the morning, standing at the door with a breakfast in his hand.

In the silence, there was only the rustling of chalk, Pei Lin raised his eyebrows and whistled, "Yo, pay attention, this is it."

After Song Yao finished writing the last formula and calculated the answer, she shook her sore wrist and met Pei Lin's gaze at the door when she turned around.

Pei Lin leaned against the door and looked at the calculations on the blackboard. He kept inserting the straw in his hand and made a "boo".Then he took a sip of soy milk, and said with emotion: "Student Xiao Song's handwriting is pretty good."