Chapter Twenty-Three: The Drama Delivers Food
At noon, the sun was blazing.
Xia Mengshu came to the CBD in Seoul, and a small number of white-collar workers in formal clothes were coming out of the business building. Maybe she has watched a lot of idol dramas and boss novels in the past, and to this day, such scenes still make her secretly envious.
Ah Zhan is also such a person, he must have just gotten off work.
Take out your phone and dial his number.
The dialed phone rang for only two seconds before it was picked up.
"Hey." There was still a palpable joy in his voice.
"Hey." Meng Shu replied and said weakly, "I'm downstairs in your company." β
"You're downstairs?"
"Hmm."
"Wait a minute, I'll be there shortly."
Hanging up the phone, Yi Zhan put away the phone, pushed the door and walked out of the office.
As soon as Xiaomei from the finance department saw him come out, she hurriedly got up and said the softest words: "Mr. Yi, are you going to eat?" β
Yi Zhan was stunned for a moment, going to eat?
"Well, sort of."
Thinking of the girl waiting for him downstairs, his smile brightened a little.
This smile that didn't shine for her also gave Xiaomei the courage, "I ...... too"
"There's someone waiting for me downstairs, I'll go down first."
Yi Zhan's steps were much more hurried than his voice, and there was no doubt that the people who were waiting for him downstairs were important to him.
Since seeing Yi Zhan enter the president's office in the morning, Xiaomei has been glad in her heart that she chose to work overtime today. Taking advantage of the fact that the few people in the company who are better and more beautiful than her are not there, maybe Yi will always notice her.
However, the fantasy is plump, but the reality is skinny.
Downstairs, Meng Shu held a bulging rice delivery bag in one hand and a small parasol in the other, looking around in the hall on the first floor of this beautiful office building, attracting two front desk ladies not far away to look at it from time to time.
"Yi is always good." When the two front desk ladies saw a figure in a straight suit, they immediately greeted in unison, and there was a hint of excitement in their voices.
Yi Zhan nodded slightly, but the focus of his eyes was the girl who was waving and smiling at him in front of him.
Delivering food, this kind of food migration is both familiar and unfamiliar to Yi Zhan and Mengshu. Lanxian No. 1 Middle School has a huge basement with more than 3,000 tables and chairs, which is specially designed to provide a place for parents who deliver meals in the second and third years of high school. In the rare time of power outage, there will be thousands of candles illuminating the verbose faces. When they were in their third year of high school, Yi Zhan's grandmother and Mengshu's mother were accompanying parents. Under Yi Zhan's stealing beams and changing pillars, his seat number is 30816, and Mengshu's seat number is 30818, which happens to be at the table.
Every day at noon and in the evening, the aroma of various foods is intertwined, hitting the souls of a large number of high school students who have learned to be dizzy. Yi Zhan's grandmother really likes Mengshu, and before the two of them arrive, she will always put her specialty dishes into Mengshu's bowl, and Mengshu's mother can't stop it. During the meal, Yi Zhan and Meng Shu each had their own ghosts, one secretly looked at each other and smiled in his heart, and the other silently remembered the food that the other liked and disliked.
Yi Zhan walked up to Meng Shu and took the rice bag and parasol in her hand. Yo, it's pretty heavy, this stupid girl.
"Let's go, I'm sweating so much, go up and rest."
Meng Shu smiled and said, "It's okay, it's good to sweat a little more." β
This scene not only fell in the eyes of the two front desk ladies, but also in the eyes of Xiaomei.
The three scorching glances made Meng Shu's face flush slightly, and the only word she could think of at this time was feng shui in turn. Once upon a time, she was also silently envious of the girl who brought water to Yi Zhan in Haicheng Jiaotong University.
Located on the 26th floor, Yi Zhan's office is in a minimalist Chinese style, with simple and bright furnishings, and there are hardly too many ornaments except for a few delicately framed freehand landscape paintings on the south wall. To the north of the office is a huge floor-to-ceiling window, and the tree-lined place is the alma mater of Ningchuan and Su Bai, Guan University of Science and Technology.
The office utensils on the desk are readily available, and the fifteen-ball Newton pendulum is quietly parked in the corner of the table.
"It's so hot today, I can't come and rest at home."
Yi Zhan wiped the sweat on Mengshu's forehead with a wet tissue while softly counting her down.
Meng Shu quietly stuck out his tongue.
As the food boxes were opened one by one, Mr. Yi's Chinese food was gradually revealed.
The main meal is white rice, stuffed pork with green peppers, potato strips with tenderloin rolls, saliva chicken, and vegetarian soup on Dinghu. Desserts and snacks after meals are poplar manna and red bean barley coarse grain cakes.
Yi Zhan walked over with a cup of Longjing tea, looking at the food box full of coffee tables, a little dazed for a while.
"Good work."
Meng Shu filled a large bowl of soup for Yi Zhan in a small bowl, and said with a smile: "It's okay." Come, Mr. Yi, dry this bowl of soup. β
With such a bold tone, Yi Zhan couldn't help but smile. took the bowl, the temperature was just right, and he drank it directly. Licking the remnants of the soup at the corner of his mouth, the flavors of various vegetarian dishes are intertwined in his lips and teeth, fragrant and sweet, and the aftertaste is endless.
"It's delicious, how do you make it?"
Meng Shu raised his proud little chin and began to introduce in detail: "After stewing a pot of vegetarian soup, Dinghu Shangsu is one-third completed." Put the soaked shiitake mushrooms and shiitake mushroom water in the casserole, and then add kelp, soybeans, red dates, carrots, water chestnuts, and corn respectively. Simmer over low heat for two hours and the lid can be lifted. β
"The guanylate salt in the dried shiitake mushroom provides the mushroom umami, the glutamate salt in the kelp provides the salty umami, the soybean provides the bean flavor, and the red dates, corn, water chestnut and carrot not only make the nutrition more rich and balanced, but also make the soup more sweet. Just the timing of the combination and simmering of this ingredient, this pot of soup is really worthy of the word 'Shang'. β
"Connoisseur." Sure enough, after eating for three days, it was even more impressive.
"In the morning, I heard you say that nearly twenty kinds of vegetarian dishes are used in Dinghu, including celery and leeks?"
"Rest assured, these vegetables that are too flavorful will not be in this dish." Meng Shu grinned, "If you want to eat celery and leeks,......"
Yi Zhan waved his hand again and again, "No, no, no, I don't eat." β
Meng Shu smiled slyly, you will eat it often in the future.
"Ahh
"Hmm." Yi Zhan had no doubt that he would definitely agree to Meng Shu's next request.
"I want to sit in your office chair."
Meng Shu's voice was a little twisted, and Yi Zhan smiled, "If you want to sit, you can sit." β
"Oh." There was excitement in her voice that was hard to hide.
In fact, she doesn't understand why she still has such naΓ―ve ideas when she is already 25 years old. Did you stay with this man who ate Ma Ma Xiang for a few days?
No matter what, the joke has already been seen by him, so he has to enjoy it.
This ergonomically designed office chair is simple and atmospheric, without the slightest odor. The first feeling of sitting on it is really good, although it is leather, but it is very breathable. Mengshu leaned back in his chair and spun around in a reckless circle. The fantasy I had when I was a child finally came true.
Meng Shu coughed lightly and said in a rough voice: "Xiao Yi." β
Yi Zhan put down the dishes and chopsticks and cooperated with Meng Shu's performance: "What does Mr. Xia command?" β
"Hey, hey." Meng Shu didn't expect this guy to be so good. "Is the case handed to you last week done?"
"Fortunately, I didn't disgrace my life."
The air was quiet for a few seconds, and Yi Zhan finally reacted, and the "Mr. Xia" sitting on the office chair was speechless.
"Is there anything else Mr. Xia has to explain?"
"It's very efficient." With a pop, non-professional actor Xia Mengshu jumped directly into the play.
Yi Zhan shook his head, his girl, fortunately, didn't go to be an actress. With this acting skill, you must not mix in the eighteenth line for a lifetime.
Meng Shu pushed the chair forward a little, supported his chin with one hand, and opened his big curious eyes, "Ah Zhan, how do you solve your usual lunch?" β
"There are a few restaurants that provide working meals for our company on time, and the logistics director sends someone to check the food safety every week."
"How's it taste?"
"It's not comparable to what you do."
Meng Shu pouted, waiting for her to ask the next question, can't he answer like this?
"This stuffed pork with green peppers is well done, and grandma likes to cook this dish very much."
"Eat more if you like."
"Hmm." Yi Zhan nodded, not only affirming this dish full of hometown flavor, but also affirming Mengshu's words.
In fact, Mengshu has a little shadow of green pepper stuffed meat. Yi Zhan's grandmother likes to cook this dish, and Meng Shu certainly eats a lot. It's just that once, the biggest stuffed pork with green peppers that Grandma Yi Zhan gave her was not fully cooked, and she still ate it.
When it was Mengshu's turn to make her own stuffed pork with green peppers, she would cut them into oblique pieces and stuff them with simply seasoned minced meat. In this way, the ripeness of the dish is much easier to master.
"It's a very interesting dish. The tenderloin is wrapped in potato strips, and the potatoes are soft and match the tendons of the tenderloin, how did you come up with it? β
"It's not my original. A few days ago, I saw this dish in Sister Ling's circle of friends, and Brother Lei and Haolin rushed to eat it. I also thought this dish was quite interesting, so I asked her for instructions. β
Fifteen minutes later, Yi Zhan fastened the four empty food boxes and proposed to send Meng Shu back.
"No, no." Meng Shu waved his hand again and again, "I'll go back by myself." β
"I'll send you, and you'll be home in twenty minutes."
"You have to rest at noon, too."
After zipping the rice bag, Yi Zhan's tone became tough, "On such a hot day, you are reluctant to take a taxi, so you can squeeze the bus alone, so what's the matter?" β
"Not really."
"Let's go, I'm going to send this home." Yi Zhan shook the bag in his hand, "So, can I invite Miss Xia to take my ride?" β
When it came to this, Meng Shu had to give up resistance, and was led out of the office by Yi Zhan.
"You're born with fire, you need to drink more water in the office, you know?" Before getting out of the car, Meng Shu finally remembered what she wanted to tell Yi Zhan before getting into the car.
"Do you believe that old god?"
"He's pretty accurate." At the very least, he managed to figure out that I would be separated from you.
"I am born with fire, which one can't see it? And the limerick poem he read back then, will everyone fulfill it? Yi Zhan patted Meng Shu's head lightly, "It's only you, a big fool, who gave him twenty yuan." β
After tasting the limerick poem carefully, it seems that I was really deceived.
"In short, drink plenty of water in the office." Meng Shu hurriedly pushed the car door, "Bye-bye." β