During the day, Xie Yunshu and Song Qianqian watched the progress of the project at the garment factory for a while, then went to Professor Song's home to ask him a few questions. When they were ready to go home, it was already dark.

When Song Qianqian sent her here from her grandfather's house, she was a little surprised: "You seem a little absent-minded today. Is the project going well?"

Xie Yunshu was too embarrassed to say that she had been thinking wildly because of a female voice on the other end of Shen Subai's phone. She smiled and said, "No, but I haven't been back to Haicheng for too long, and I miss home."

She hasn't been home for more than a month since she came to Jingbei. She felt it when Shen Subai was here before, but now that Shen Subai is in Jingbei, she is indeed a little too accustomed.

Song Qianqian held her arm and shook her: "No, I don't have many good friends in Beijing North. If you go back to Haicheng, I will have no one to play with."

Most of the students in Song Qianqian's architecture major are boys. The few girls stay away from her because her grandfather is a master architect. Although they all look like classmates on the surface, they can hardly be called good friends.

Xie Yunshu felt warm in his heart: "When you graduate from college, go to Haicheng to spend more time. Our restaurant has a lot of delicious food."

Song Qianqian also knew about the chef from Hai'an Hotel participating in the chef competition: "Please ask me to try the Dragon and Phoenix. I haven't eaten it yet. My grandfather said it tastes very delicious."

The two people chatted and laughed all the way and parted at the intersection.

After returning home, Xie Yunshu stared at the phone for a while. The empty courtyard seemed a bit deserted. She sat in front of the phone with her arms folded, and after a while she dialed the number.

Shen Subai was staying in a hotel in Pengcheng. There was a telephone in each room, but no one answered the call after a while.

She put down the phone with some despair. She was too lazy to cook at home alone, so she prepared to make some noodles. Just as she stood up, the phone rang.

It was indeed Shen Subai’s voice on the other end: “Wife, did you call just now?”

Xie Yunshu held back and raised the corner of his mouth: "How did you know it was me?"

"Guessed it." Shen Subai chuckled and pulled his tie: "The manager from Hong Kong City is a woman. She came to have lunch with me at noon. But I don't only do business in Hong Kong City, so I arranged for the manager below to go to the meeting."

He explained everything she wanted to know but didn't ask with just one sentence.

Xie Yunshu lowered his eyebrows and smiled: "Okay, I understand."

From Chen Subai, she really understood what a sense of security was.

"What did you eat tonight?" Chen Subai asked, and then said, "Don't tell me to prepare some noodles. If you want to cook by yourself, go to mom's house to eat."

Xie Yunshu smiled and joked: "Our mother also likes to cook, will she drive me over?"

Shen Subai touched his lower body and said, "Probably. You can also go to your sister-in-law or sister-in-law's house to eat. They often bring food back from the company cafeteria, and it tastes good."

It sounds like he has a lot of experience in eating and drinking for free.

Xie Yunshu hadn't yet learned his thick-skinned skills: "Will big brother scold me?"

Shen Subai was amused by her: "They are so shameless, they will only entertain you warmly, who makes you a brother's sister?"

Xie Yunshu also knew that he was joking, so she laughed along: "The phone bill is too expensive, I'm going to hang up. I'll make millet porridge and stir-fry beef tonight, and I'll have a good meal."

It was inevitable that the newlyweds would be a little affectionate when they suddenly separated, but after talking on the phone with Shen Subai, Xie Yunshu had a good sleep.

After the tenth day, the festive atmosphere gradually faded, and almost all units began to work in a formal manner.

The project canteen was also ready to open. Lin Cuiping went to the project logistics department to deliver the menu, and Tian Hao was the only one in the office.

He also came back from Beijing yesterday. When he saw Lin Cuiping coming in, he smiled and asked, "How come you haven't gained any weight after the New Year?"

The weather in Haicheng is the same as that in northern Beijing. It is not that cold after the Chinese New Year. Lin Cuiping wore a woolen coat and the silk scarf given by Song Shanchuan was tied around her neck. She looked very fashionable.

"I'm fat!" Lin Cuiping glared at him and put the menu on the table. "There should be fewer workers in the project department after the New Year. Our menu is still based on last year's. Take a look."

Tian Hao just glanced at it and put it aside: "We have been cooperating for a year, everything can be kept the same. Although there are many workers, there are not few office staff. The canteen can be maintained for another year without any problems."

Lin Cuiping curled her lips: "After all, I'm not as busy as before, and I don't make as much money as before."

She is the restaurant manager. Xie Yunshu hired her to make money, so she naturally puts profit first! Her future work focus will be on Haian Restaurant...

Tian Hao glanced at her, his eyes fell on the scarf: "Did you buy the scarf for Chinese New Year? The pattern is very beautiful, but it seems to be missing something."

The scarf Song Shanchuan gave her was indeed beautiful. More than one person had praised it. Lin Cuiping was fond of beauty and liked to hear compliments, so she wore it around her neck almost every day.

She touched the scarf: "Do you think it looks good too?"

Tian Hao smiled softly and opened the drawer: "Silk scarves look pretty good this year, but do you like red? Why did you choose this color? Fortunately, I..."

There was a gap in the drawer, and inside was a paper bag, which contained a silk scarf with a red pattern.

From Lin Cuiping's perspective, she raised her eyebrows in a bad mood: "Who said I only like red? I prefer this patterned one. This geometric pattern is very popular recently. Song Shanchuan has a good taste!"

Tian Hao paused as he was about to open the drawer. His face darkened slightly. "Did you buy this scarf?"

Lin Cuiping arched her eyebrows: "It was given by Shanchuan. Is it really beautiful? I wore it for several days and they all said it looked good. By the way, what did you say fortunately just now?"

Tian Hao felt the uncontrolled emotions surging up, and vaguely it seemed that an answer was budding in his heart, almost breaking through the ground.

Lin Cuiping looked at him strangely: "How can you talk like that?"

What should he say?

He wanted to say that he also bought her a silk scarf in Beijing North, and that it was the red color she said she liked. He thought that since she loved beauty so much, she would definitely jump for joy, just like when they pretended to be a couple, holding her face to let him see if she was very beautiful.

I also want to know why she likes red. She says the geometric pattern Song Shanchuan gave her is beautiful. Does she like it so much?

I want to know more, what is the relationship between her and Song Shanchuan?

There is no pure male and female colleague who is so intimate that he would cook for her and give her such a meaningful gift.

But Tian Hao couldn't say a word, and he suddenly realized what he was doing.

Since he believed that such behavior was too intimate and beyond the relationship between men and women, why would he give her a scarf?