Why is the boss like that?

But there is no son who dislikes his father, Su Zhe turned around and left when he saw the dog son, raised his hand and fished it back.

Eyes drooping slightly, and a serious look on his cold face, "Being a dog can't be so superficial."

The golden retriever was like a drum washing machine, spinning crazily in Su Zhe's arms, the dog's head turned into an afterimage, as if its cheap father was going to poison him.

After all, after entering Yan's family, his worth is different. Mao, the young prince of Jin Yan's family, does not depend on his birth, but on his brother's blindness.

"You can't just look at the surface of things."

Su Zhe looked serious, afraid that the golden retriever would not hear it, he put it next to the dog's ear and said, as if a multi-level marketing organization that had ascended to heaven was enlightening the golden retriever.

Golden Retriever: Help.

After checking whether the zongzi is cooked or not, the cooking aunt wanted to ask Su Zhe to try one. After all, the child had made a lot of dumplings. However, when she just walked out, she saw a handsome and polite gentleman holding a rice dumpling in one hand. Zongzi is holding Gouzi in one hand, as if he is...reasoning!

Cooking aunt:!

The cooking aunt looked shocked.

Sure enough, educated people are different, and dogs can speak.

The cooking aunt watched people with an [-]x filter, completely ignoring the golden retriever that was thumping like a stranded fish in Su Zhe's arms.

Seeing the golden retriever's unrepentant look, Su Zhe sighed, "You can't teach a child."

Speaking of releasing the golden retriever, the golden retriever almost ran away as soon as its paws stuck to the ground. The house ran for more than ten seconds before completely leaving Su Zhe's sight.

Seeing the back of the golden retriever going away, Su Zhe fell into deep thought, how could a zongzi made of zong leaves and glutinous rice be so unsightly.

Some are just prejudices.

He stretched out his middle finger and pushed the glasses, then looked at the product born under his own hands.

Su Zhe: ...

Little pretty long real thing :)

Turning around to put the zongzi back, I saw the cooking aunt.

Seeing that he had finished teaching, the cooking aunt smiled and said, "Xiaosu rice dumplings are already cooked, you should try one first after you have been busy for a long time."

With gratitude in his eyes, Su Zhe nodded and smiled, "You have worked hard too."

It's just this cool and suave appearance, which is always personable. I don't know how many people have been fascinated by it. The main thing is that I feel sorry for them. I don't blame others for looking at him with an [-]x filter. The cooking aunt hurriedly waved her hands and laughed together. From ear to ear, thinking how great it would be to have such a son, "This is all my job."

Su Zhe went to the kitchen and ate one, but he didn't eat his own.

The reason given was because he made it himself, so he couldn't give a correct judgment. After all, zongzi are equal, and he didn't want to favor any zongzi because of this relationship.

Su Zhe smiled and shook his head, he was really fair.

After Su Zhe ate it, he thought it tasted good, put down the bowls and chopsticks and washed his hands, and planned to ask Yan Guancang to eat, the remaining six in the bowl were for Yan Guancang today.

Su Zhe and the cooking aunt made a lot of rice dumplings, at least twenty or thirty, and almost two-thirds were made by Su Zhe. Su Zhe knew the complexity of society and human nature in high school. To be a human being in society, one must be thoughtful in everything, be slick in all aspects, start from another angle on things that cannot be perfected, and make up for the shortcomings calmly and calmly.

Just like these zongzi, the quality cannot be perfect, so the quantity wins.

It is precisely because he knows the rules of survival that he has developed the character and appearance he has today. He is serious, calm and considerate in everything. In 90.00% of his life, he is Su Te's assistant, and only [-]% is Su Zhe.

But this time, because the boss had an accident, he needed to use a false identity to take care of him. The people around him were not as many as usual, and he didn't have to deal with complicated interpersonal relationships. He would unconsciously unload some burdens, which was much easier than before.

At least you don't have to wear a suit and tie every day, you don't have to squeeze the subway and bus every day, and you have to go to the bathroom to smooth out the wrinkles of your clothes and keep them perfect when you come to work.

Su Zhe took a sip of water and felt a lot more relaxed, then raised his hand and put the uncooked rice dumplings into the refrigerator.

Because there are too many bags, I can't finish eating in a day, so I specially divided some just now.

And the zongzi that was separated out was Su Zhe's mutated zongzi.

It sounds nice to be separated out, but it sounds bad to be deported.

But I don't think so. After all, zongzi are equal, and he doesn't engage in discrimination.

Yan Guancang was sitting in the living room, his eyes could not see, and his other senses became more sensitive and clear. The replay of the financial news was playing on the TV, and the man also went in from his left ear and out from his right ear, obviously his mind was not on the news at all.

It has been more than a week since Telunsu came, and it is time to pack up and leave.

A man is like a lion guarding its territory, not allowing anyone to get close. It is already considered generous in the matter of the other party becoming a nurse, but his tolerance has reached its limit. If Ms. Yan hadn't insisted on it at the beginning, he would never have agreed.

He pays great attention to personal desires, and the appearance of the other party clearly indicates that the defense of his body may be broken at any time. This feeling of intruding into the territory makes the man very upset, and he has to find an excuse to send him away.

At this moment, the sound of footsteps came to my ears, and Su Zhe squeezed his throat again, "Sir."

Yan Guancang's voice was cold and depressing, "What's the matter?"

"Zongzi is ready, do you want to try it?"

Yan Guancang was silent for a moment. He remembered that the other party also went to make rice dumplings just now, and his slender fingers lit up again and again. Maybe it was a good excuse for people to leave.

Yan Guancang stood up, his tall and straight figure was more than half a head taller than Su Zhe. Su Zhe was not short at 1.8 meters, but the man in front of him was at least 1.8 meters: nine.

1.8 meters: Nine, domestic violence face, bad temper, powerful and powerful, Su Zhe's eyes fell on the generous chest of the man, the man is very self-disciplined and keeps exercising all the year round. At this time, the buttons on the chest of the black shirt are a little tight, and the muscles are vigorous and strong. It really makes people think it is a bad guy at first glance.

Maybe this is the window that God closed for this proud man.

Yan Guancang walked to the restaurant and took a seat, Su Zhe deliberately took out the dried jujube rice dumplings he made and put them on the plate.

Yan Guancang raised his hand and shook it, frowning.

Su Zhe:?

what happened?

I saw the man utter two words dryly, "Stone?"

Su Zhe smiled powerfully, "Zongzi."

"You plan to throw Qu Yuan into the river to kill him?"

Su Zhe: ...

Mr. Qu Yuan I'm sorry.

Yan Guancang held the zongzi in his hand, but couldn't judge the shape at all, so he doubted: "It's really a zongzi."

Su Zhe: "It's absolutely true!"

"Why is the shape different from others."

Su Zhe: "Sir, do you know Darwin's theory of evolution?"

Yan Guancang:?

Su Zhe: "Zongzi has a history of thousands of years."

"so?"

"So it evolved."

Yan Guancang: ...

At the end of the sentence, Yan Guancang didn't say anything else, and started to untie the stone rice dumplings, deciding that he would say it was bad after the first bite, and used this opportunity to fire people.

Su Zhe originally intended to see how people would react after tasting it. After all, it was his first time making zongzi and he still had some expectations. However, before the zongzi was unwrapped, the dog son came to him with a rice bowl in his mouth and begged for food.

He completely forgot that his cheap father wanted to enlighten him before.

After saying hello, Su Zhe took the golden retriever to add food.

The cooking aunt was afraid that Yan Guancang would get tired of eating only rice dumplings, so she made some meals and served them on the table.

After untying the five-flowered zongzi, Yan Guancang took a bite, and just as he was about to tell the story, he slapped the hand holding the zongzi.

"Not meat dumpling?"

Yan Guancang's tone was cold, making it impossible to tell whether he was in a good or bad mood. The cooking aunt carefully said: "This is the sweet rice dumpling that Xiao Su specially made for the husband. I heard that the husband has never eaten it before, and said that he would like to make it for him to taste. taste."

"Xiao Su is also kind. If you don't like it, sir, you can just replace it with meat dumplings."

As he spoke, he was in a hurry to unwrap the meat dumplings for others.

The domestic helpers and housekeepers are almost not afraid of Yan Guancang. Although the men have never treated them harshly, but after all, if they are big men, if they do not do well and provoke the other party, there must be no good fruit in the future.

Yan Guancang swallowed the sweet rice dumpling in his mouth, "No need."

The man didn't linger when he ate, and the sweet rice dumplings were gone after three or two mouthfuls. He planned to publish the previous manuscript, "...one more."

The cooking aunt thumped in her heart, "Xiao Su said...to make sweet rice dumplings for Mr. to taste."

Yan Guancang gave a faint "hmm".

The cooking aunt put up a finger, "Only...only one."

Yan Guancang: ...

Really try it.

"You go down first."

The cooking aunt stepped back, and the footsteps in her ears gradually faded away, until she could not hear the sound at all, then Yan Guancang raised his hand to get the small salt shaker placed on the table.

However, before he could hold the bottle, there was a sound of hurried footsteps from far to near, and the man quickly withdrew his hand, as if nothing happened just now.

When Su Zhe came back after filling the dog's son with food, he saw that the sweet rice dumplings that had been placed on Yan Guancang's plate had disappeared.

"Sir, have you finished eating the zongzi?"

Yan Guancang: "Yes."

A syllable is muffled and heavy.

Su Zhe couldn't wait to say: "Sir, do you think it's delicious?"

There was a hint of anticipation in the voice that was deliberately clamped, and the sweetness of the dense syrup filled the mouth and hadn't dissipated. The other party's voice sounded uncomfortable and awkward at first, but now it sounds much more comfortable, and it may be because of getting used to it.

Yan Guancang originally wanted to ignore the expectations in the other party's mouth and directly pour cold water on them to get out, but when he opened his mouth, he recalled what the aunt who was cooking just now said.

It was specially packaged, which was considered to be in his mind, and there was really no reason for people to leave.

The man thought for a moment, "It's okay."

Su Zhe's eyes lit up after hearing this.

Yan Guancang doesn't know how to praise others, so he thinks that the zongzi he made is good, and it's not in vain for him to pick red dates from tea bags.

"If sir likes it, I'll give it to him next time."

Since the car accident, his ears have been much sharper than before for more than a month. The other party's melodious voice rang in the man's ear with joy, and the ear of the listener was itchy. Yan Guancang clenched his fists in discomfort.

Unexpectedly, this little thing is quite scheming, and I want to save it until next year to make zongzi for him.

Heh, the man secretly laughed, thinking it was beautiful.

Yan Guancang said lazily, "Let's talk about it."

Su Zhe didn't pay much attention to what Yan Guancang said afterwards, but turned his head to look at the few rock-like mutated zongzi left in the basin.

Although it looks ugly, it must not have a "crazy" flavor.