Our president is stupid and rich

When it was Christmas, Fang Zhiyi and Xu Qingjiu said goodbye politely, and went to the Christmas series show with Sheng Changan.

He wanted to take Sheng Changan to see this, mainly because the decoration of the Christmas series was in a very traditional and gorgeous style, and Sheng Changan would like it very much.

The time is from [-] am to [-] pm, and there will be lunch provided by the activity party at noon.

After the event, Fang Zhiyi hugged Sheng Changan and walked out. The two of them passed through the bustling crowd and got into the car.

After a day's activities, both of them were a little tired, but Sheng Changan obviously looked very happy.Fang Zhiyi blinked at him: "Visit our winery?"

Sheng Changan let out a "hmm".

Fang Zhiyi turned the car around, drove for about an hour, and finally arrived at the destination.

We drove all the way in, and when we walked into the living room, it was dark inside.Fang Zhiyi reached out to turn on the light, and explained: "Generally hired people are here to watch, and my parents occasionally come to live. I asked before, but there is no one here."

Sheng Changan nodded and looked around.

Fang Zhiyi rubbed his chin: "Some time ago, my brother suddenly became interested in the business here. I thought it was something. It turned out that he was trying to please the little girl."

Sheng Changan took off his coat and hung it by the door: "Actually, your brother is right about this side, and the future development should be very good."

Fang Zhiyi also took off his coat, and put it on the sofa: "That's right."

Sheng Chang'an didn't have much energy to wander around the villa at the moment, and the two chatted a few more words before going upstairs to rest.

The next morning, when Sheng Changan woke up, Fang Zhiyi was still asleep.He sat up, gathered his collar, got up and got out of bed, opened the curtains a little and looked outside.

This winery should be about the same area as the two people lived in a few days ago, but the interior decoration style is different.

Xu Qingjiu's place is made of industrial-style interior decoration. The decoration here is very gorgeous, which should be the style that Fang's parents like.

Fang Zhiyi woke up leisurely at this moment, sat up from the bed, his voice was still a little hoarse: "Are you awake?"

Sheng Changan turned to look at him, stretched out his hand and opened the curtain: "Yes."

Fang Zhiyi rubbed his eyes, got out of bed and walked to the window: "How is it?"

Sheng Changan thought for a while: "It's pretty good."

"Actually, there's nothing interesting here." Fang Zhiyi leaned on the window sill, "It's not the time for the grapes to ripen, let alone the flowering period. The main reason is..." Fang Zhiyi paused.

Sheng Changan looked at him: "Huh?"

Fang Zhiyi shook his head: "It's nothing, I just brought you over to have a look."

Sheng Changan didn't ask any further questions, and changed the subject: "How long will we stay here?" He hasn't been back to the company for a long time.Although it is said that there is already a mature operating structure, and I check various documents in the company through the mailbox every day, I am not at ease if I don't go back all the time.

Fang Zhiyi calculated the time: "I will change places tomorrow."

Sheng Chang'an nodded, not realizing that "changing places" in Fang Zhiyi's words did not mean returning to China.

Fang Zhiyi said again: "Although it's not interesting... But it's not good to stay in the room all the time. Why don't we go down for a stroll later?"

Sheng Changan let out a "hmm" and asked, "What about breakfast?"

Fang Zhiyi reached out to pick up the clothes beside the bed and began to change, he paused: "Recent Christmas... the cooking aunt is also on holiday."

Sheng Changan was a little dumbfounded: "What shall we eat?"

Fang Zhiyi's eyes fluttered: "There should be some ingredients in the kitchen..."

I didn't feel it when I didn't say it just now, but now both of them feel hungry.Sheng Changan asked, "Is there anyone else here?"

Fang Zhiyi rubbed his ears: "It should be... all on vacation..."

Sheng Changan paused, and the topic turned to another direction: "They forgot to turn off the power when they left."

Fang Zhiyi: "..."

Sheng Changan simply didn't change his clothes, and walked down in his nightgown: "Let's go to the kitchen and have a look."

Fang Zhiyi was half dressed, and hurriedly buttoned up the buttons and walked down: "I'll take you there."

The two walked to the kitchen, Sheng Changan tried it, but turned around helplessly: "The gas is cut off."

Fang Zhiyi coughed: "I'll contact them and let them connect."

After making the phone call, Fang Zhiyi came back: "They are on vacation now, and they said they can be connected, but it will not be until noon."

Sheng Changan: "..."

Fang Zhiyi was a little frustrated: "Wait until we drive out..." He paused again, realizing that the two of them are not in a country where they can have breakfast within a 10-minute drive downstairs.If you really want to go out to eat, it's time to have lunch when you get to the place.

Sheng Changan began to check what was in the kitchen: "Fortunately, there are still some ingredients."

Fang Zhiyi squatted down to look: "But there is no gas..."

Sheng Changan stood up and pointed to the desk: "Oven, microwave oven." He looked at Fang Zhiyi: "These can be used without gas."

Fang Zhiyi: "..." I'm sorry, I was so hungry that I lost my head!

Sheng Chang'an thought for a while, took some ingredients out of the refrigerator and put them on the counter, and tried whether the microwave oven and oven were working well.

Fang Zhiyi couldn't help at all, he stood aside and even groaned twice.

Fang Zhiyi: "..." I don't want to live anymore!

Sheng Changan couldn't help laughing out loud: "Wait a little longer, it will be fine."

Fang Zhiyi's ears were extremely hot, he cleared his throat, and walked over: "What are you planning to do?"

Sheng Changan pointed to him and explained: "I just took a look. There is milk and ready-made cream here. You don't need to mix it yourself. Later, bake some pastries to fill your stomach. If you can't finish eating, put them in the microwave directly. Just hit it inside."

Fang Zhiyi's eyes lit up: "Can you still make pastries?"

Sheng Changan seemed embarrassed, and took a look at him with his mobile phone: "I just checked."

Fang Zhiyi: "...that is also very powerful, let's try it first."

The two put their mobile phones aside the counter and started to prepare the cake.

In fact, the steps are not difficult, but the difficulty lies in Fang Zhiyi's skills are not in cooking, Sheng Chang'an watched him use the electric egg beater to beat the egg whites in the basin for the third time, so he had to forcefully replace him: "Forget it, you can spread the cream on the cake later."

Fang Zhiyi touched his nose and gave up on the matter of doing the preliminary preparations by himself.

After finally putting the cake liquid in the mold into the oven, Fang Zhiyi, who was standing by and watching, let out a long breath.

Sheng Changan looked back at him with some amusement: "Why are you nervous?"

Fang Zhiyi coughed twice: "Just... when you do it, I also have a strong sense of participation."

Sheng Changan: "..."

Fang Zhiyi turned around and went to get cream from the refrigerator: "I'll do it next."

Sheng Changan stopped him: "Wait a while, how many minutes does it take to bake?"

Fang Zhiyi's stomach gurgled a few more times, Sheng Chang'an endured a smile and went to the refrigerator to take out some vegetables, cut them up and put them on a plate, squeezed some salad dressing on and handed them to him: "You go to the refrigerator first."

Fang Zhiyi felt that his heart wouldn't hurt anymore because he was already numb - so he took it silently.

The oven made a "ding" sound, and Sheng Changan regained his spirits immediately, put on his gloves, opened the oven carefully, and brought out the cake he had made.

The freshly baked cake exudes a tempting aroma. Sheng Changan put it on the chopping board, took off his gloves, cut it into several layers with a knife, picked out one layer and cut it into several small pieces, and forked it with a fork. Handed one to Fang Zhiyi: "Try it."

Fang Zhiyi was so hungry that his eyes glowed green at this moment, he lowered his head and bit the cake that Sheng Changan handed over, almost crying: "It's delicious."

Sheng Changan felt relieved, and tasted it himself: "Okay, let's add cream."

Fang Zhiyi turned around to get the cream: "This one can also be squeezed into cream tweed."

Sheng Chang'an already has a deep understanding of his technique: "You don't need to squeeze the flowers, just flatten them."

Fang Zhiyi's enthusiasm for creation was extinguished, but he had no reason to refute, so he had to honestly spread cream on each layer.

After painting, Sheng Changan carefully cut them open, put them on a plate, and handed them to Fang Zhiyi: "It's done."

After Fang Zhiyi ate the first piece of pastry, the hunger in his stomach was relieved, and Na Han in his heart began to stir again: "I think we can add a little more cream."

Sheng Chang'an couldn't understand what he meant, and felt a little helpless: "If you make a mess and finish eating by yourself, I won't help you."

Fang Zhiyi swore: "Don't worry!"

"Wait." Sheng Changan returned to the desk, forked himself two more pieces of cake and put them on his plate: "You continue."

Fang Zhiyi: "..."

But Fang Zhiyi still didn't let go of the innocent cake.

He took a few deep breaths, raised the cream and hit the poor, small and helpless cakes.

10 minute later.

Sheng Changan finished handling the cake in his hand, touched his belly: "Are you okay?"

Fang Zhiyi looked down at the indescribable shape on the cake, lost in thought.

Sheng Changan walked over: "..."

Fang Zhiyi bit the bullet and said, "It's... okay."

Sheng Changan: "...um."

Fang Zhiyi almost burst into tears: "Can this still be put in the microwave?"

Sheng Chang settled down and pointed to the feet of the two people: "If you want the microwave oven to become like this."

The floor hadn't been cleaned, and there were dots of white egg liquid, which looked like a disaster scene.

Fang Zhiyi: "..."

Fang Zhiyi stared at the floor for a while, then said quietly: "Do you feel that..."

Sheng Changan immediately stepped forward and covered his mouth: "I don't think so."

Fang Zhiyi struggled to break free: "What do you think I will say?"

Sheng Changan: "..."

Fang Zhiyi turned his head to look at the cake on the desk again, picked up the scraper: "Let me scrape... this off."

Sheng Changan warned him in time: "Don't think about scratching it off and doing it again."

Fang Zhiyi: "..." He really thought so just now.