Xiaohe ran over to communicate with the chef, and then came back and told Jiang Lai regretfully, saying, "Mr. Jiang, the master of the canteen can't provide pancake fruit, and they don't have a master who can make pancake fruit here." ”

Jiang Lai nodded and said, "Then let's make a bowl of egg noodles with tomatoes." ”

He just wanted to eat, not necessarily eat. Jiang Lai felt that he was still very good at feeding, unlike some masters who threw out the whole bowl of soup because they didn't eat a trace of green onion in the green onion and garlic noodle soup.

"Okay. Xiaohe agreed and told the chef the final choice, and the chef began to get busy.

Xiaohe sat opposite Jiang Lai, looked at Jiang Lai's handsome face, and thought, the boss's taste is as good as ever.

"What do you think I'm doing?" Jiang Lai touched his face, and was a little uncomfortable to be seen by the woman opposite. He is still too thin-skinned, and he often feels the existence of "shyness".

"I'm just a little curious, how does Mr. Jiang know that our boss likes to eat pancakes and fruits?" Xiaohe asked with a smile. She also realized that she was so stupid to stare at a man and think that her mind would be misunderstood, and she still had to say something, whatever she wanted.

"I saw it. Jiang Lai said loudly. "One morning, she ate this for breakfast. ”

"Morning?breakfast?" He Xiaohe's heart beat faster, and said, "Mr. Jiang means that he will be with our boss every morning?"

He Xiaohe didn't know where to see a sentence: The happiest thing in the world in this world is to sleep with you every night, and even happier than this is to be able to get up and eat breakfast together every morning.

------ the two of them get up together for breakfast every day?

"That's right. Jiang Lai took it for granted and said, "She picked me up at work." ”

“......

And Xiaohe has an urge to die.

Their boss is the wise, beautiful Princess Shangmei Lin Chuyi, how many excellent men rack their brains every day to be able to say a word to her, and the suitors behind them can line up from the gate of the Shangmei Museum to the banks of the Huangpu River.

When the boss first came to work, the office was filled with flowers every day, and as her secretary, she had a long time of working to find a way to deal with those flowers. Some sell directly to florists, and use the money from the sale of flowers to buy boxed lunches for the homeless. Some of them are suitable for setting up exhibition halls and meeting rooms, while many more are swept straight into the trash.

It wasn't until Lin Chuyi created his image of the Iron Lady who "doesn't enter with oil and salt" that most men understood the difficulty and retreated. Only a very small number of them are still persisting in working with the boss there, and in fact there is no progress at all.

In the minds of countless men or women, goddess-like characters, they still have to drive a man to and from work every morning?

Even with Xiaohe herself, she was a little upset with the boss, and she was reluctant to let the boss rush a cup of coffee, she really couldn't bear the boss being so diligent and humble to serve another man.

"Why didn't Mr. Jiang pick up our boss from work?" and Xiaohe still had a smile on his face, but his words already had a sense of accusation.

"No, I can't. Jiang Lai shook his head and said, "I don't know how to drive." ”

“......

.......

Every day at four o'clock in the afternoon, Lin Yu would pull a grocery cart to a nearby vegetable market to buy vegetables. This is the time when the stalls are just starting to serve their vegetables, and the vegetables and fruits are fresh and cheap. The vendors are busy stacking, watering, and cutting, and they don't even have time to see the bang, and they can get you to take the food at a price.

In another hour, it will be time to get off work, and the vegetable market at that time is full of people, and it is difficult to squeeze in.

Today I had a good harvest, I bought a three-year-old pigeon, and I can stew a gastrodia pigeon soup when I go back. I bought a fish, patted it with ginger shreds, and made a braised fish, which my wife and children like to eat. Make another dish of freshly fried lotus root tips and baby cabbage in soup, and the family's dinner will be settled.

There is an antique street next to the vegetable market, which used to be called "Xiang Street", mainly selling some agarwood rosewood, and later some people came here to sell some bottles and cans, silver money and jade, and this street is becoming more and more lively.

Xiangjie is not big and not long. While watching and walking, you can walk back and forth in half an hour. You may also be able to buy two small pieces.

Business in Xiangjie is not good, and there are only a few dozen people scattered in front of the stalls at this time. The spittle of the stall owners is nothing more than trying to take out the three sons and two sons from the pockets of the guests.

"Ming Jiajing's white-glazed porcelain, a good thing that has just been dug out of the soil, you picked it up and leaked it today......

"The old pottery of Hemudu has a history of 7,000 years......"

""Mustard Seed Garden Painting", fifty yuan a copy, no respect, no counter-offer......."

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Lin Yu pulled the grocery cart and looked around, and exchanged a few words with the familiar stall owner from time to time.

"The porcelain in the Qianlong period, you look at this work, this glaze, and this painting...... Old man Panasonic, lifelike......"

Lin Yu stopped in front of the bottle of "Old Man Panasonic" produced in the Qianlong period, carefully studied the shape and structure of this bottle, and pondered its color.

"Is this really something from the Qianlong year?" Lin Yu glanced at the stall owner and asked out loud.

"Isn't it? I have just come out of a distant relative's house, who lives in a village on the edge of Longquan, and I don't know that there is such a treasure at home, and I almost starve my younger son to death by guarding the cash cow...... What do you see?"

"I like it. Lin Yu pointed to the painting on the bottle and asked with a smile, "How much?"

The stall owner looked around, then silently held out two fingers.

"Two hundred thousand?" Lin Yu looked surprised.

"Twenty thousand. The stall owner glanced at the vegetable cart next to Lin Yu, lowered his voice and said: "I just see that you are a good person, so I treat it as a friend----- if you really want it, you can take it for 15,000." ”

"One thousand fifteen. Lin Yu said loudly.

"Hey, how can you ------- such a bargain? If you really want to, at least you have to count this -------."

"One thousand fifteen. If you sell it, I'll take it. If you don't sell it, I'll go to another place. Lin Yu stood up, pulled the grocery cart and said, "You also saw that there are a lot of vegetables bought today, and there is no place for bottles in the car." ”

The fat boss hesitated again and again, then gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, who let the two of us have fate? Do you have cash or a credit card? ”

"Cash. Lin Yu smiled and said, "I like cash." ”

"Me too. The boss said happily.

When Lin Yu finished paying, the boss personally held the bottle of "Old Man Panasonic" and threw it on the grocery cart, and did not forget to instruct, saying: "But you have to watch it carefully, this is a baby, and it is not worth so much money if it is broken." ”

"I will. Thanks for the reminder. Lin Yu said with a smile.

When Lin Yu pulled the grocery cart carrying the "heavy treasure" and turned to leave, the sound of the hawkers cheering behind him turned around, obviously, this was a "big business" for them.

Lin Yu walked to the intersection of Xiangjie Road and met Lin Qiu, who was waiting there.

Lin Qiu glanced at the bottle on the grocery cart and said with a smile, "Bought another tattered?"

"How can it be said to be tattered?" Lin Yu shook his head, grabbed the antique bottle that was a little out of place in a pile of green vegetables and radishes, and stuffed it into Lin Qiu's arms, and said, "What rags are worth fifteen hundred yuan?"

"I can't figure it out, what do you spend all these bottles and cans for? It's useless to take them back, you can only plant flowers and grass in the yard...... I can hear those people cheering as I stand here, I'm afraid they're all laughing and another big guy has taken the bait, right?"

"Am I wronged?" Lin Yu looked at Lin Qiu and asked aloud.

Lin Qiu shook his head and said, "You're not." ”

"No, I am. Lin Yu said.

“......”

"There are too many liars in the world, and I'm afraid that there are not enough fools. So, when it's okay, why not act as a wronged leader?" Lin Yu said with a smile, not having the slightest dissatisfaction with his son saying that he was a "wronged boss".