Chapter 30 Chapter 30 “I’ve always been the one who loses patience with others…
Wen Yanyu was willing to do it, but being a backup was relatively new to him and he had never experienced it before.
Su Ting went home early to continue working, so Pei Xingyao was the chef this time.
Looking at Pei Xingyao's busy and flustered back in the kitchen, Su Ting felt something was wrong. His son had finally come back, so he thought, "I hope he can't even have a good meal."
"This Zhou Xubai, he actually let me personally decide something as trivial as the listing reception."
Pei Xingyao prepared the raw meat, sprinkled it with white pepper, and said with a smile, "This is your first thank-you party for entering the capital market. It's as important as a defense. The media, shareholders, investment banks, and officials will all be there. If it goes well, it might even have a direct impact on the stock price."
"You know quite a bit," Su Ting said jokingly. "I sincerely invite you to come here to make up for what I owe you."
Pei Xingyao's voice was very low, as if he had swallowed a few syllables: "In what capacity?"
"My plus one," Su Ting said without hesitation, "Are you satisfied?"
"But my status as a plus one is still just nominal." Pei Xingyao turned slightly and looked at Su Ting intently, "What about the actual status?"
Su Ting was still not prepared.
It was already unprecedented and extraordinary that he could bring Pei Xingyao home to cook for himself and Ye Xiuming. As for further physical contact, Su Ting had not yet made up his mind.
Maybe time can answer all the questions, but before that answer comes, he should just focus on the things at hand.
Pei Xingyao: "If you keep refusing me again and again, I'll lose my patience."
Su Ting raised his eyes lazily, and said in a displeased tone, "I've always been the one who loses patience with others."
Pei Xingyao fell silent and didn't dare to say another word.
When the meal preparation reached this stage, Pei Xingyao was ready to preheat the oven. Who would have thought that an unexpected guest came to Su Ting's house. The visitor was dressed like a young man, carrying a lot of cold and fresh ingredients, and was accompanied by Ye Xiuming. Even Su Ting, who was busy with work, stood up.
Wen Yanyu glanced at Pei Xingyao and said "Yo" with some contempt, "Where did you come from?"
Ye Xiuming was a man who knew how to read people's expressions. When he saw that Su Ting was a little caught off guard, he explained to him softly, "Uncle Wen happened to be passing by the school and brought me back on the way."
This is pure deception.
Who would prepare so many ingredients just to drop off a kid?
Pei Xingyao had been working in society for many years and could tell at a glance that Wen Yanyu was not someone to be trifled with. However, he did not expect that when Ye Xiuming helped Wen Yanyu reveal his identity, which was a high position that he would never be able to reach in his lifetime, the hand holding the shovel was shaking.
Wen Yanyu looked down on ordinary people from the bottom of her heart, not to mention her love rival. She was always sarcastic when she spoke. Seeing Pei Xingyao clumsily turning up the heat to the highest setting to heat the butter, she sneered, "Have you ever cooked Western food?"
Pei Xingyao said calmly, "I rarely do it myself. It's too troublesome."
Wen Yanyu suddenly thought of something, and excitedly walked past Pei Xingyao and said to Su Ting, "My dad has negotiated with a Samsung company, and they've agreed to join your Threshold. Are you happy?"
Pei Xingyao: "It's only a three-star hotel."
"Michelin! Idiot!"
Pei Xingyao turned down the heat with an expression of inexperience, and glanced at Su Ting who was concentrating on planning the cocktail party.
At this moment, Su Ting seemed to have been inspired and became interested. "Wen Yanyu, since that restaurant has agreed to come to Threshold, will they provide catering services? I just need a decent chef for my listing reception."
Wen Yanyu was overjoyed, knowing that this was his time to show off. He patted his chest and said, "Leave it to me."
Pei Xingyao's French crepes were ready, emitting a rich milky aroma. He wiped his hands with a napkin and said, "I'm going to the bathroom."
Ye Xiuming watched Pei Xingyao enter the bathroom under the guidance of the servant, and his eyes returned to Su Ting, wandering around him. Su Ting was wearing a dark brown old-fashioned sweater and black designer pants, and wearing the ancient coin pendant he gave him, and his hair was neatly combed.
For some reason, as he watched, he forgot about assisting Wen Yanyu.
After Wen Yanyu coughed lightly, Ye Xiuming stared at him with some resentment, and said reluctantly: "Little Dad, don't you think Wen Yanyu is more suitable for you?"
Su Ting was as if facing a formidable enemy: "Is this why you brought him home?"
"It's the same reason. I think Uncle Pei approached you with ill intentions."
Although Su Ting's living room was large, it was unobstructed, empty and not soundproofed. If they were not careful, others would hear their conversation, and Pei Xingyao happened to hear it.
He felt a dull pain and turned to go to another room.
Ye Xiuming saw Pei Xingyao's figure, but he didn't take it too seriously. He continued to act as a broker for Wen Yanyu. "Look, take the listing reception as an example. Uncle Wen can help you, but can Pei Xingyao?"
Pei Xingyao also heard him calling out the real name.
Su Ting: "That's enough. I didn't really plan to do anything with Pei Xingyao, but as for Wen Yanyu... Xiuming, please don't mention it to me from now on."
Wen Yanyu was not as good at cooking as he said, and was frying the kitchen, sending out thick smoke.
Su Ting frowned slightly and said, "They all have better choices than me."
Ye Xiuming: "But..." He raised his eyes, a little surprised: "Why did Pei Xingyao come out of my bedroom?"
He asked Pei Xingyao: "What are you doing in my room?"
"Your house is too big, I'm a little lost." Pei Xingyuan looked at the horrible kitchen from afar and ran to help.
"Little Dad," Ye Xiuming said, "They can't possibly make a better choice than you."
Su Ting smiled brightly: "You really don't have a clear understanding of your stepfather."
In fact, he had long lost the ability and energy to love.
Su Ting thought.
Ye Xiuming's expression softened a bit: "Little Dad, could you please stop being so cold to me and love me a little more?"
Su Ting was stunned for a moment, his whole body filled with numbness. He straightened Ye Xiuming's collar, scratched his nose, and said evasively: "I will also make you a custom suit when the time comes."
"Why am I wearing a suit?"
"Because you are the first person Xiaoba invited to attend the Feihe listing reception."
Ye Xiuming's body stiffened. "Even Zhou Xubai hasn't been invited yet?"
"He's just a handyman, why would he send a formal invitation?" Su Ting suddenly tensed up. "I almost forgot that Pei Xingyao was the first person I invited."
Ye Xiuming's face turned yellow, and he was about to rub Su Ting's hair. Su Ting saw his intention, leaned behind him, and used the force to hug Ye Xiuming. The ancient coin pendant immediately hit him through Ye Xiuming's thin shirt.
He covered his chest, pretending to be in pain, and said coquettishly: "Little Dad, I'm going to... die."
Su Ting had already seen that he was talking nonsense and pinched his nose.
"Don't talk nonsense."
Wen Yanyu accidentally glanced at this scene, and his hands seemed to be frozen, unable to move at all.
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