Rebirth in 1998 is also a kind of life

I don't know why, since the last time I accompanied my sister-in-law to the hospital for a check-up, Xiaodou Sprout suddenly fell in love with cooking, and went to the kitchen every day after get off work. According to her, my sister-in-law can't get off work on time every day. If he didn't get off work hard to cook and eat, it would be an unforgivable crime for a big boss who was idle all day to be starved to death and delay his sister-in-law's plan to create a man.

Ok……

According to the doctor's instructions last time, although Yang Zhu and the little girl don't have any physical problems, if they want to conceive as soon as possible, they should pay more attention to life and diet - it is best to drink less, smoke less, and eat less spicy food .

So, after the little girl signed many unequal treaties with her own man with her determination to feed a tiger with her body, Mr. Yang ushered in the darkest moment in his life-during this period, he could not eat fried or grilled food. Things, you can't eat chili, and you can't even smoke more than three cigarettes a day.

In addition, he can't eat outside at will - in addition to worrying about the unhealthy oil outside, the little girl is also afraid that the various "high-tech" in those dishes will make the huge price he paid fall short.

For this reason, the little girl who was always busy with chores even asked Lu Feifei to help keep an eye on her brother so that he wouldn't be unconscious.

Ever since, there was a spectacle of a little princess drilling into the kitchen every day.

It's just...

Although Comrade Little Bean Sprouts has gradually fallen in love with cooking, but to be fair, apart from grilling skewers, this guy's craftsmanship is really not flattering.

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"Brother~! Come and taste what I made according to the recipe of netizens!" Lu Feifei put the steaming steamer on the coffee table, looking forward to it.

Seeing the extremely suspicious colors in the small steamer, with a few whole wheat and corn kernels exposed on the skin, Yang Zhu, who had just returned from the boudoir of his school belle, could not help but twitch the corners of his mouth—— It's hard not to remind people of some yellow and white things.

Under Little Bean Sprout's expectant eyes, Yang Zhu picked one up bravely, squeezed it in his hand, and his face turned dark immediately.

Turning his head to look at the little bean sprouts who were still looking forward to it, Yang Zhu couldn't help asking: "Are you sure this thing is edible?"

???

Lu Feifei showed a question mark on her face.

Yang Zhu sighed, then smashed the completely irregular gray-yellow object on the coffee table...

This group of "Wugu Hazel Noodle Buns", which claims to be a secret recipe handed down by a certain netizen, is really extraordinary, not to mention whether it is delicious or not, but the elasticity is amazing.

puff~

Watching the ball of steamed buns that I worked so hard to knead bounced twice on the smooth coffee table like a basketball, and then jumped back into the small steamer strangely;

Lu Feifei was silent for a while, and then said stubbornly: "Good elasticity means that I kneaded well, even if it is a little tighter, it doesn't mean that this steamed bun is not edible... Maybe this steamed bun is after q where to play!?"

Yang Zhu rolled his eyes: "Comrade Little Bean Sprout, you don't call it a Q-bomb, you call it a porcelain stone, okay... With this firmness, if I bite it down, it can break my front teeth on the spot, believe it or not!"

After finishing speaking, he looked at Lu Feifei begging for mercy: "Why don't we... let's go out and eat something delicious? Anyway, your sister-in-law hasn't come back yet, as long as you keep your mouth tight, nothing will happen to you!"

Seeing that Little Bean Sprout's face was a bit unkind, Yang Zhu immediately patted his chest: "Don't worry, a brother will never treat you badly! As long as you are willing to keep it secret, I will treat you tonight! Besides, the car, clothes, etc. , just buy whatever you like...Brother, pay for it!"

Looking at Yang Zhu with a heartbroken expression, Lu Feifei didn't know why, but a wildfire rose in her heart... Is this fairy working so hard for a long time to make something that you dislike?

Still hush money?

You would rather buy me a car and clothes from your little coffers than take a bite of it! ?

Thinking of this, Lu Feifei immediately resorted to the cross-throat lock technique, jumped onto the sofa and locked Yang Zhu who was about to get up from behind: "You want to buy me? It's a good idea! Brother, do you want to eat this bun?" !?"

When Yang Zhu saw that this guy started using his sister-in-law's chicken feathers as an arrow to violently suppress him, he was speechless: "Little bean sprouts, it's not that I don't want to eat...but this thing is really hard to eat!"

As he spoke, he picked up a five-grain hazel noodle bun and tapped it on the coffee table, and suddenly, a sound similar to that of a tire knocking came.

Hearing Yang Zhu call herself "Little Bean Sprout" again, for some reason, this formerly intimate title sounded extremely harsh to Lu Feifei at this moment, so she raised her hand and said viciously: "I don't care, you have to take these buns Eat it all!"

Feeling the strength of the arm on the neck, Yang Zhu's face suddenly changed.

It's not that this blow hurt his throat, Lu Feifei controlled his strength very well, although it forced him to be unable to move, it didn't make him feel any discomfort.

The reason why he changed his color was... Lu Feifei locked his head back like this, and his head was almost pressed against the opponent's chest with zero distance.

Damn it, how did the little bean sprouts develop so well in just three years! ?Is she on steroids?

This was Yang Zhu's first reaction—it's summer now, and Lu Feifei's home clothes are just an extremely thin T-shirt. Under this kind of zero-distance contact, all data can be detected.

Yang Zhu's second reaction was to break free.

Although the relationship between the two is very close, and they have been called brother and sister for several years, after all, they are not related by blood. Now that Little Bean Sprout has grown into a big girl, it is better to avoid some things that need to be taboo.

Feeling Yang Zhu's struggle, and also feeling the blush on Lu Feifei's face, she loosened her arm lock, and after dodging her eyes a few times, she suddenly said angrily: "Brother, this is It took me two hours to make something... If you dare not eat it, believe it or not, I will immediately tell my sister-in-law that you are sleeping with that woman named Wan!"

Eh? ?

Yang Zhu was startled subconsciously, and turned to look at Lu Feifei.

Seeing this, Lu Feifei thought that Yang Zhu was frightened by herself, and said triumphantly: "Don't quibble, I smell the fragrance of the woman surnamed Wan from you and... that smell, my nose is very sensitive! "

When it comes to "the taste of that and what", Xiaodou Sprout couldn't help being a little bit twitchy. It's always a bit weird for a big girl to talk about this kind of thing in front of another man.

Seeing the determination on Little Bean Sprout's face, Yang Zhu touched his nose in embarrassment... Could it be that he took a shower this afternoon too casually, and the smell still lingered on his body?

But in the next second, after thinking about it seriously, this guy nodded his head: "Alright, you can tell your sister-in-law about this in a while, and then I will confess to her—this kind of thing is always hidden." It doesn't make any sense."

谷窽

This is the truth, if it wasn't for that bastard Wan Qingyi begging hard, he would have wanted to tell the little girl about it a long time ago - he is very bachelor in this kind of thing that stretches out his head and shrinks his head; Being discovered by Little Bean Sprouts, why not take this opportunity to put this matter on the table.

Seeing Yang Zhu's almost shameless reaction, Lu Feifei was shocked - based on what she knew about Yang Zhu, her godfather was serious.

There is a saying that once a man starts to be shameless, there is nothing a woman can do.

Seeing that her threat had no effect on Yang Zhu, various strange expressions flashed across Lu Feifei's face at first, and finally there was a faint sense of relief and secret joy between her brows;

Just when Yang Zhu thought that this guy was out of his mind, Lu Feifei saw the inquiring look on his face, blushed immediately, and immediately picked up an extremely tough Wugu hazel bun, and stuffed it viciously into Yang Zhu's mouth. Go: "I don't care, if you don't eat this steamed bun today, you will never leave this room alive!!"

Yang Zhu was horrified when he noticed that his mouth was instantly crowded with foreign objects, and he felt the rubber texture coming from between his teeth;

My life is over...

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More than half an hour later, Zhutou Commercial Headquarters.

Yang Zhu, who was covering his stomach with one hand and kneading his cheeks with the other, was walking slowly in the brightly lit corridor.

Lu Feifei, who felt that she had suddenly returned to the 17-year-old flower season, was bouncing behind him, with an energetic smile on her face: "Brother, why do you suddenly want to come to the company? Are you planning to come to find your sister-in-law?"

Yang Zhu, who felt that he had lost half his life, rolled his eyes angrily: "No, I'm here to digest food; by the way... come to experience our company's culture class."

Cultural Lessons?

Lu Feifei looked at Yang Zhu in amazement—this is such an abandoned house, and she has given him a lot of titles such as "cultural insulator" in private, and now this guy will take the initiative to come over to experience it. Experience the cultural courses offered by the company for middle and senior management?

Could it be...

Today the sun, no, the moon came out from the west?

Thinking of this, Lu Feifei looked at Yang Zhu's slightly bowed body with a guilty conscience, and felt more and more that it was the three grain hazel buns that she forced in that made the guy unconscious.

Sighing lightly, Lu Feifei patted Yang Zhu's shoulder: "Brother, you are going in the wrong direction. The lecturer's class is not in Building 1, but in the small meeting room in Building 24!"

Not in Building [-]?

Yang Zhu felt numb.

Due to the fact that this product is very against super high-rise buildings, the Zhutou Commercial and Trading Headquarters are all 7-story office buildings, and the number has reached 37 buildings. The area occupies 1/3;

With so many "low" buildings gathered together, it seems that the low ones, not to mention the ones, are very labor-intensive - just using your feet, you can walk from Building 1 in the East to Building 24 in the West, at least It takes half an hour to walk.

Obviously, in such a hot day, whether to torment oneself like this is undoubtedly a difficult choice for an abandoned house like Yang Zhu-in fact, it is not only an abandoned house like Yang Zhu, but also for most people in Quancheng. For me, even at night, going out in this damn weather is a psychological obstacle to overcome.

Seeing this, Lu Feifei smiled, and then hooked Yang Zhu's neck with a malicious expression: "Brother, let me take you there, you should be sweating too!"

Feeling the irresistible force from his neck, Yang Zhu felt the hot night wind blowing in from the window, and his face suddenly became bitter.

But after being dragged for two steps, he gave up resisting;

As Wan Qingyi's man, he is really curious about who is the old married man who made the school belle classmate recklessly stick to the past in his previous life. After rebirth, he has an understanding of Wan Qingyi's family background and character. The more curious he is about what is so special about that person.

You know, even if Wan Qingyi didn't become the assistant to the chairman of Zhutou Trading, with her family's conditions and connections, even if something happened and she fell into the trap, it would be absolutely impossible for someone with more choices to give her money for money. Others are mistresses—not to mention that Wan Qingyi also disclosed today that the old man had no money at all, and it is estimated that Wan Qingyi would be more likely to stick to the past in his previous life.

Tsk tsk, aside from the unknown grievances between each other across time and space, that guy can definitely be regarded as a role model among soft rice men;

Facing this kind of "rival in love"... just sweat when you sweat;

Anyway, it's a kind of respect.

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At this time, in a meeting room in Building 24 whose layout had been slightly changed, nearly [-] middle and senior executives sat sparsely on more than half of the empty seats, looking rather depressed.

It's not that the middle and senior executives of Zhutou Commercial and Trading don't pay much attention to this kind of cultural class, but most of the middle and senior executives, especially the middle management, are extremely busy with work, and they have to toss until eleven in the evening with all the things in their hands. Two points; since this kind of cultural class is not mandatory to participate in the study, they will naturally give priority to completing the work in their hands instead of participating in this kind of cultural class training that does not directly promote their professional ability.

In fact, compared with middle-level managers, the senior executives of Zhutou Business are more interested in this kind of cultural lessons, just like the Mr. Gong said before... "The shepherd and tamer pay more attention to skills, and the carnivore pays more attention to the way"— —In the ever-changing market environment, for these high-level executives who feel more and more that they are walking on a tightrope, nothing can touch them more than the things extracted from the wisdom of these ancestors.

As for whether these things that ordinary people sound fake are of any value...

Hehe, just look at Director Yan and Wan Qingyi, who are seated in the conference room. Fortunately, Director Yan said that Wan Qingyi is a well-known business expert in the company, and no one dares to underestimate his professional ability. Even she has such an expression on her face that she is listening carefully, so she knows whether these contents have any weight.

On the stage, Mr. Gong, who was wearing an old-fashioned denim short-sleeved shirt and could only be considered medium-sized, didn't seem to care at all about the fact that there were less than twenty "students" here today.

Slightly pushing his pair of cheap black-rimmed glasses, this middle-aged man with a faintly sarcastic smile on his lips, lazily put the book in his hand on the main podium, and then He said in that eternal world-weary tone: "There are few people in class today, and the weather is very hot, so today I am too lazy to talk about the history of the thirteenth century——I will just chat with you today."

Hearing this Teacher Gong address him as "Teacher Gong", although everyone present has long been used to it, they still couldn't help but twitch their eyelids. The content recorded in the first history book, and this master actually cut the 24 histories into thirteen histories, which shows his arrogance.

But they are not scholars, and they don’t care much about such things. When they heard that the Analects of Confucius was going to be taught today, they were overjoyed—after these three months of teaching, they already knew that a deep understanding of history is only true for large companies. The top executives are valuable; for most of the people here, it is more appropriate for them to have a deep understanding of this classic.

After thinking about it, he took out a piece of chalk from the chalk box specially prepared for him and the rest of the lecturers on the main podium, and then wrote a few words on the temporary stretched blackboard. Gong Lie turned his head, He tossed the chalk into the box lazily, and then said without interest: "Today, let's talk about this old master's words."

If you are not in your position, do not plan for your own affairs?

Looking at these chalk characters that even elementary school students can understand, the middle and senior executives did not show the look of "That's it?" Instead, they all sat up together...