chapter81
After rubbing Zong Zi's stomach for a while, Tan Jinxue saw that his face had calmed down a little, and was about to stand up, "I'll go and see Xiao Fang."
Zong Zi leaned into his arms, and said coldly: "She is the life assistant you found for me, if this matter can't be fixed, don't do it as soon as possible."
If you ignore his action of "rubbing on Tan Jinxue's shirt like a coquettish cat", the tone of his words can be said to be very serious.
Tan Jinxue was amused in her heart, but she had a look of "don't make trouble for no reason" on her face.
"stand up."
Zong Zi, who was leaning on him, didn't move, as if his bones had been pulled out, "I'm still in pain."
Tan Jinxue looked at his black soft hair curled a little messily, rubbing against her shirt, with slightly curled, crow-wing-like eyelashes, like a large dog eager to be comforted.
He didn't push Zong Zi away, but just glanced at him lightly and asked, "Do you still eat Japanese food?"
The man's tone was calm, but Zong Zi's sensitive ears heard a hint of displeasure. A gleam of light flashed across his chocolate-colored eyes.
Instead of answering Tan Jinxue's question, he raised his head and asked him, "Are you angry? Is it because I have a stomachache, or because I interrupted your date?"
Tan Jinxue couldn't help laughing again.
Zong Zi, oh Zong Zi, do you know that worrying about gains and losses is a sign of deep mud?
But she didn't show anything on her face. Instead, she paused for a second because of the youth's question, and then said flatly: "All of them."
How could someone as sensitive as Zong Zi not notice the embarrassment of that second?
He unscrupulously pushed the question under Tan Jinxue's nose, asking him to reflect on whether he cared about "Miss Sheng" who appeared out of nowhere, or Zong Zi!
And what he didn't even figure out was—what is the purpose of doing this?
Fang Ai came out of the kitchen with a filet mignon. Although this old apartment is small, the kitchen is fully equipped with all kinds of kitchen utensils, including Chinese and Western cooking tools, and it seems that the fire is often turned on.
Neither of those two looked like they could cook, but she felt that she would not be surprised anymore.
——Then she saw Mr. Zong in the living room, almost completely nestled in the arms of the CEO.
Well, sure enough, the endurance can be continuously broken through. She clearly has potential to tap.
Fang Ai took a deep breath and walked forward.
"Your steak is ready."
The filet mignon fried to medium rare is tender and juicy, exuding the wonderful aroma of meat, and served with the sauce prepared according to the standard ratio. Although Fang Ai has been a cook for a while, looking at her A kind of contentment and satisfaction spontaneously arise in my heart.
Zong Zi glanced at the steak on the table.
He picked up the knife and fork that was prepared next to him, cut a piece and put it in his mouth, then raised his eyes to look at Fang Ai, only to see her anxious eyes were on Tan Jinxue.
The young man said coldly, "It's too salty."
Fang Ai was taken aback, and turned his gaze to Zong Zi's face. The young man stared at her expressionlessly.
Fang Ai suddenly felt that those eyes seemed to swallow him alive, with the ferocity of a beast.
She has grown to such a size that she has never seen such a light in human eyes.
But just when she plucked up the courage to look into Zongzi's eyes again, the CEO said lightly, "If it's too salty, please Xiaofang make another one."
Fang Ai was interrupted, and the curiosity mixed with fear turned into frustration.
Is it really bad?
Zong Zi's indifferent attitude, which was so indifferent that he could hardly even call it disgust, and Tan Jinxue's taking it for granted that she should go back to the furnace and redo it, all stabbed Fang Ai.
She had no choice but to return to the kitchen with the steak.
Zong Zi moved comfortably in Tan Jinxue's arms, "Are you feeling distressed?"
Tan Jinxue said lightly: "Stop talking nonsense." His hand was originally protecting Zong Zi's stomach, but suddenly he pressed down slightly with force.
"hiss-"
Zong Zi's stomach was really bad, and he gasped suddenly.
After a while of pain, he immediately raised his head to look at Tan Jinxue.
The young man frowned because of the pain in his abdomen, and the eyelashes seemed to be slightly wet with sweat, the corners of his eyes were reddish, obviously annoyed, he raised his eyes coldly, but a shocking look suddenly appeared.
His pursed lips were slightly pale, and he stretched out his hand to call Jinxue's hand on his stomach.
Helpless, the originally enjoyable posture now facilitates Tan Jinxue's complete restraint of Zong Zi. He is like a cat pinched by the nape of his neck, imprisoned by a man, unable to move.
Tan Jinxue's strength in his hands was not loose, "I can spoil you, but others can't."
Zong Zi was in unbearable pain, and Tan Jinxue locked his hands tightly again. He straightened up without hesitation, and bit Tan Jinxue's neck hard.
He tasted the smell of blood in his mouth, and then he let go, and the smell of the man passed his nose.
It is not the fragrance of women, nor is it the smell of male hormones emitted by men.
His taste is like the steep cedar in winter, with a spicy and sweet fragrance in addition to the coldness.
Tan Jinxue is also a human being, so naturally she also feels pain. After being bitten by someone abruptly, she was angry in her heart, but she showed a very faint smile on her face.
"It's a dog, huh?"
Zong Zi nestled in his arms, because his posture was a head shorter than him, he stood up and bit him. The man lowered his head unexpectedly, and the distance between the two was closer than ever before.
If Zongzi's sharp canine teeth hadn't been covered with bloodshot eyes of Tan Jinxue, this would have been a perfect picture, like a kiss.
too close.
Zong Zi felt his mind go blank for a moment. The man's cedar-like smell hadn't dissipated yet, and his eyes fell on his lips in a daze.
It's not thin, it's not thick, the shape is beautiful, and the red is just right on his lips, making people think...
Want to try it, is it as plump and soft as it looks.
The youth's chocolate-colored pupils shrank suddenly.
Tan Jinxue caught a glimpse of the change in his pupils, and she knew it already.
Such a clear desire, he can't even hide it, does he still think that relying on himself is like relying on an all-round nanny?
As the nanny of Zong Zi, the chief designer, she talked about Jinxue's understanding of design, and she can almost be regarded as half of his bosom friend; she has been with him since he was a boy, and now she gives him room to develop his creativity. She is both an old friend and a bole; All his habits and hobbies are flawed, tolerate all kinds of impertinence and self-indulgence; almost decathlon takes care of his life...
If Zong Zi only said ten sentences a day, then nine of them were spoken to Tan Jinxue.
Of course, the remaining sentence is mostly his soliloquy when he was creating.
How can such a completely inseparable relationship not be called love?
In a blink of an eye, the man reached out and wiped away a trace of blood from Zong Zi's lips.
It was his own blood, but he seemed unaware of the hideous wound on his neck.
"So hungry?"
He moved slowly, and his warm fingertips brushed Zong Zi's face.
Zong Zi trembled almost uncontrollably.
[Ding—Actor Zong Zi love value: 90]
Tan Jinxue moved her hand away in satisfaction.
For a few seconds, Zong Zi almost held his breath completely. In the stagnation in his chest, he could clearly feel the surging desire.
Neither of them spoke for a moment. Until Fang Ai came out of the kitchen again.
"Your steak is ready."
She tried her best not to let her eyes fall on the strange postures of the two of them, watching the nose, nose and heart, and placed the plate and sauce in her hand firmly in front of Zong Zi.
This time she is definitely more attentive than last time!
Fang Ai watched the young man cut the steak casually but gracefully. Although he was dissatisfied with the judgment just now, he still had a faint expectation. She prepared the sauce carefully this time, it is absolutely not salty or bland, just right!
— Let’s see what excuses you have this time!
Zong Zi ate a mouthful of steak, another mouthful of side dishes, and put down his fork.
Fang Ai's heart rose to his throat following his movements.
"The mushrooms don't taste right."
Fang Ai finally couldn't bear it anymore, "What do you think is wrong?"
She didn't believe that this guy who was obviously looking for faults on purpose could really say that he was ugly!
Zong Zi looked up at her slowly. He seemed to be very satisfied with the anger on the girl's face. He admired it for two seconds, and then said: "After the butter melts, the white mushrooms need to be fried for 20 seconds. Your frying time is too short. A little less sweet."
Fang Ai tried to recall his own cooking steps, but who would remember how many seconds it took to stir-fry part of the side dish!
Do you want her to count while frying? !
Her complacency also came to her mind, and without saying a word, she picked up the plate and went back to the kitchen.
Zong Zi laughed lightly.
Tan Jinxue frowned, "It's getting late."
This old apartment is already very crowded for the two of them to sleep, there is no room for a third person, Fang Ai is a girl, and it is not safe to go back to school alone.
The corner of Zong Zi's lips twitched coldly, and he didn't answer.
He knew that Fang Ai was just an intern who had been here for a few days. Although he didn't know why Tan Jinxue chose this girl, he knew that Tan Jinxue would not have any special feelings for this woman who was as flat as a dried mango. .
But he still disliked her.
Tan Jinxue is enough for him, and Tan Jinxue only needs him. Thousands of "others" in this world are superfluous.
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"The meat is old."
The third filet mignon was brought to the table, Zong Zi took a sip and said.
Filet is the tenderest meat on the sirloin. It contains almost no fat, and the meat has the most tender texture. When the heat is well controlled, it almost melts in the mouth.
Fang Ai's face was almost between blue and white - she was clearly staring at the thermometer! Standard medium rare! How could it be too old? !
The sauce is perfect, and she finished the side dishes almost in seconds, and the steak as the main ingredient will not be a problem!
Fang Ai felt that his hands were shaking, and he didn't know if it was because of anger or grievance.
Zong Zi glanced at her lazily, "Why, do you want me to explain it to you?"
A malicious smile flashed across his eyes, and he continued, "You—"
Fang Ai could hardly bear to retort, but he didn't want the other party's voice to stop abruptly. The black-haired young man frowned, subconsciously supporting his stomach.
The severe pain made him swallow the second half of the sentence immediately, barely letting the groan escape his lips and teeth.
Tan Jinxue pressed heavily on his upper abdomen, immediately causing the organs that had calmed down a bit to clamor again.
Then Zong Zi was "thrown" from his arms onto the sofa by the man.
Tan Jinxue stood up, gave him a warning look, then turned to Fang Ai who was standing stiffly aside, "Come on, I'll show you."
His tone was still calm, but there was a kind of miraculous comfort, which calmed Fang Ai's almost boiling anger instantly. Looking into the man's eyes, she felt a kind of peaceful encouragement in his eyes, and finally let go of her clenched fists, and followed Tan Jinxue into the kitchen.
Zong Zi was left alone in the living room, clutching his twitching stomach, and buried his face in a pile of sofa cushions.
Shoulders shrugged.
Laughed silently.
This is revenge for him. This man is far from being as glamorous and gentle as he appears on the surface.
Rescuing that stupid woman was just a matter of convenience, to toss him, isn't it because he just bit him?
It's really a vengeance.
But he likes it very much.
Tan Jinxue walked into the kitchen with a normal expression, she couldn't see that she had killed Zong Zi who was still sitting in his arms just now.
"The medium-rare fire is just right, but the time for the meat to wake up is not enough."
While rubbing the filet, the man said to Ai, "Let it rest for more than five minutes to lock in the juice in the meat. Serving it out too early will lose part of it, and the meat will look old."
Fang Ai was speechless.
She watched Tan Jinxue blot the excess moisture on the surface of the steak with kitchen paper smoothly, and then spread salt, black pepper and olive oil on both sides of the meat, as if she was dealing with a piece of beef that was not about to be put into the pan, but is tenderly loving|caressing his beloved lover.
It's just frying a steak, why is he like a little cook, and Mr. President looks like—
Like going on a perfect date?
After the pot was hot, a few drops of water splashed across the bottom of the pot, Tan Jinxue put the seasoned steak into the pot. The 3.2cm piece of meat made a "squeak" sound. The man moved smoothly, with his shirt rolled up above his arm, not afraid of the hot oil splashing out. The action is calm and beautiful.
Fang Ai's eyes straightened.
No wonder Zong Zi is picky, the delicacy cooked in such a smooth flow, even if it is cooked according to the recipe, it can't compare with it!
She could almost forgive the designer for making things difficult for her.
The butter melted in the pan, giving off a perfectly tantalizing aroma. Fang Ai swallowed subconsciously.
To be honest, she has almost digested the sashimi in the Japanese grocery store.
Seeing Tan Jinxue's slender fingers pressing the white mushroom, and carefully cutting it into slices with the same thickness and thickness with a smooth and sharp knife, Fang Ai was only amazed.
The skill of Mr. President is really fascinating.
The filet that was just medium-rare began to wake up the meat, and the side dishes were fried. Tan Jinxue turned her head and glanced at her, curled her lips and smiled, "Xiao Fang must be hungry too."
Fang Ai nodded subconsciously. When she realized what she was doing, she immediately blushed.
This is at Mr. Zong's house. As a life assistant, what right does she have to tell the president that she's hungry?
Immediately afterwards, she heard Tan Jinxue's voice—
"Okay, this one is for you, be careful not to burn it."
Fang Ai looked at Tan Jinxue in disbelief. The man served her the well-arranged filet mignon, which smelled delicious.
Fang Ai blinked, and then confirmed what Tan Jinxue said just now. She took the plate carefully and carried it back to the living room.
At this moment, Zong Zi had already stood up, looking at the steak that Fang Ai brought over, he casually twirled the silver knife between his fingers.
Fang Ai put down the plate, feeling that the situation was really embarrassing. How could she tell the chief designer who was already preparing the meal that the steak was not for him?
Fortunately, just when Zong Zi was about to pull the plate of the stupid woman with "no winks" far away from him, Tan Jinxue's voice came from the kitchen and relieved Fang Ai.
"That's not for you to eat, put it back."
The author has something to say: Longevity, the male lead is so hungry that he bites!
Suddenly, I felt a little distressed about the zongzi. I was picky and picky, but in the end I didn’t have to eat it hhhhh