Chapter 13: It’s hard to end the night on the big flat
Her feet slid into his slippers and touched the place where his soles had touched. Jiang Zong also felt a few strange feelings in his heart, as if ants were crawling into his heart and gnawing gently.
Qiao Ruoying looked at the large flat curiously.
The 270-degree floor-to-ceiling windows are like picture frames, framing the setting sun and the orange-yellow color outside the window, just like the sunset in Arles as painted by Van Gogh.
A large, deep, L-shaped black velvet sofa that could almost be a bed, an open kitchen with deep U-shaped cabinets, a marble countertop, yellow wall lamps, and a bottle of fine wine as bright as amber...
She finally understood why Jiang Zongye was not interested in Bulgari.
It turns out his house is even more luxurious than Bulgari's presidential suite.
However, Tianxi Huanyu and Bulgari Hotel are only separated by a green park. They are so close to each other. Why would the big boss, who has such a nice and large flat, book the presidential suite for a long time?
Too much money to burn?
She asked this question.
Jiang Zong also took out a bottle of mineral water from the double-door refrigerator, unscrewed it, tilted his head back and took a sip, the sweet and cool taste seeping into his heart and lungs.
He glanced at her calmly and said, "If you're tired of living at home, go stay in a hotel. Change the environment and refresh your mind."
"Hmm..." Qiao Ruoying bit her lip and followed his train of thought: "Then why not just book a hotel on the day you want to stay?"
If you book a hotel for a long time but don't stay there, the hotel will deduct money based on the number of days you stay.
She felt sorry for Jiang Zongye's money, and it hurt real bad.
"That's too troublesome. It's a waste to keep the money in the bank without spending it. Spending it can promote consumption." Jiang Zong also smiled.
"Human beings' joys and sorrows are incommensurable," this statement is so accurate. Qiao Ruoying simply cannot understand Jiang Zongye's thoughts at the moment. Alas, it may be that she does not have the economic foundation to understand it.
The lower level cannot reach the higher level, but it is easy for the higher level to see through the lower level.
Jiang Zong could understand her thoughts.
In essence, she is stingy with money. Since she has little money, she considers the cost-effectiveness and wants to spend every penny wisely.
The person in front of him was Qiao Ruoying. When she asked such a silly question, he would try to understand. If it was someone else, he would only sneer at them.
He was still more patient with her than with others.
Jiang Zongye did not invite an aunt here because he did not like having outsiders at home; besides, he had a lot of social engagements outside and seldom went home for dinner. When he ate alone at home, he usually had a meal with high-quality protein such as steak and salmon.
He took two rib-eye steaks from the refrigerator and put them in the water bath.
Qiao Ruoying watched him immerse the steak and its vacuum-sealed bag into an acrylic box. She didn't quite understand what cooking tools he was using. A hint of confusion flashed in her eyes, but she bit her lip and was too embarrassed to ask.
Following Jiang Zongye, I really saw the world.
Jiang Zong also caught a glimpse of the confusion that flashed across her eyes, and knew what she was wondering about. Calmly, he took out the instruction manual from the shelf and handed it to her.
Qiao Ruoying took the instruction manual and saw the three big words "Water Bath Machine" with small words explaining below that the water bath machine allows food to be heated at a constant low temperature for a long time to achieve uniform cooking and retain moisture. It is suitable for ingredients that require controlled heat.
"This steak is yours." He pointed to the smaller of the two.
Qiao Ruoying looked at the two steaks floating in the acrylic box, one big and one small, wrapped in a vacuum-sealed bag with distinct textures.
The larger piece belongs to him, and the smaller piece belongs to her.
When this thought came to her mind, a warm feeling filled her heart.
She stared at Jiang Zongye in a daze. He rolled up his sleeves, revealing a thin, cold, pale forearm. The light reflected off the veins on his forearm, which bulged and throbbed faintly.
He was standing on a black counter, with his sky blue shirt with fine stripes undone. The bright light from the overhead spotlight cut through his angular face, making his nose straight and his lips thin, making him look handsome.
Qiao Ruoying was a little stunned.
This scene is really filtered.
She recalled the inside pages of the fashion magazines she bought in middle school. The window advertisements printed on coated paper showed a tall and handsome man standing at the counter frying steak. Every detail was filled with the style of the luxury bourgeoisie.
Under the influence of this tone, she seemed to have become a successful career woman, wearing silk shirts and pencil skirts, eight-centimeter high heels, fully armed with luxury goods, and working as an energetic and tireless office lady.
She always thought that when people grow up, they will automatically become office ladies with big offices, but the reality is that she is just a low-level administrative assistant who can't even understand Excel spreadsheets, let alone other things.
"Mr. Jiang, I can wash the dishes later."
The unrealistic thought only lasted for a moment, and Qiao Ruoying quickly freed herself from it and said excitedly.
The steak was heated in a water bath, and Jiang Zong took out the steak, cut open the vacuum sealed bag, poured olive oil on the bottom of the pot, and spread the steak on it, sizzling and giving off a charred aroma.
"No need, there is a dishwasher." Jiang Zongye said.
Washing dishes manually? Not happening.
But he saw her embarrassment of having nothing to do, so he picked up a clove of garlic from the cooking basket and threw it to her. "Then you can help me peel the garlic."
Finally having some work to do, Qiao Ruoying felt as if she had been pardoned and quickly took the garlic. This garlic was easy to peel; it was a single clove of garlic, so she only had to peel the outer layer.
After the steak was fried, Jiang Zong also took two thin and transparent bone china plates to put the steak on and brought them to the table.
The long table was curved like a round table. At the end of the table, there was a tall and thin vase with two blue-purple irises in it. There was a little yellow in the blue, like two fluttering blue birds, flapping their wings as if about to fly.
It was Qiao Ruoying’s first time eating steak, and she took a bite with great anticipation.
Jiang Zongye is quite skilled at frying steaks. The steaks are crispy on the outside and tender on the inside. The skin is sprinkled with a little salt, and it tastes crispy and fragrant when chewed, while the beef inside is still tender and red, and so juicy.
She was amazed at the first bite, fresh at the second, and gradually found it bland after the third and fourth bites. Only the burnt aroma on the surface of the steak still attracted her.
"Is it tasty?"
Jiang Zong also put a piece of steak into his mouth with a silver fork and looked at Qiao Ruoying leisurely.
He knew it was her first time eating steak, so he used all his skills, paying attention to the heat and seasoning, to make the steak taste better than ever before.
It was not for anything else, just because he wanted to bring Qiao Ruoying to experience more beauty, and wanted to see her lychee eyes light up with clear and bright light after eating the steak he made.
Qiao Ruoying picked up a smaller piece of steak, put it in her mouth and chewed it carefully, then replied:
“You cook delicious food.”
"But I don't think you're eating very well." Jiang Zong also watched her put her fork down and put it down here and there, and pointed it out directly.
A little melted butter was placed on the corner of her lips, making her plump lips look oily and adding a touch of moisture.
"..." Qiao Ruoying wondered if Jiang Zong had also installed a positioning radar on her. How could he even detect that she wasn't enjoying her meal?
She didn't enjoy the food, but that had nothing to do with Jiang Zongye's cooking skills.
"I'm not a big fan of steak, so it didn't taste very good. The steak tasted too bland and had a fermented milk flavor."
She told it honestly.
The taste is too bland?
The smell of fermented milk?
Jiang Zong also took a piece of steak and tasted it carefully. He tasted the unique fatty aroma of grain-fed beef, which was a mixture of beef fat and protein.
Is this what she meant by the "fermented milk smell"?
Jiang Zong also thought about it and asked, "What do you like to eat?"
Talking about what she usually likes to eat, he finally saw the clear and bright light in her eyes. In his sight, the girl licked the corner of her lips with a pink tongue, and her smile was full of expectation:
"Hmm... I like spicy food, hot pot, snail noodles, Xinjiang fried rice noodles. For home cooking, I like boiled beef, pickled fish, and hot and sour shredded potatoes."
After hearing what she said, Jiang Zong immediately understood.
When he eats food, he pays attention to the "freshness" and the original taste of the food, because the ingredients he enjoys are the freshest, such as beef air-shipped from Kobe, organic vegetables, and salmon from Norway;
Being in Qiao Ruoying's social class, she may not be able to buy such fresh meat and vegetables, so she needs more seasonings to enhance the flavor and add flavor.
Jiang Zong also rubbed his eyebrows with his hand, and secretly decided in his heart that he would take her to eat more fresh and delicious food. Slowly, she would be able to taste the flavor of the ingredients themselves like him.
Qiao Ruoying saw that Jiang Zong also remained silent, wondering what he was thinking about. The atmosphere was a little solemn and stagnant.
She licked the tip of her silver fork and joked, "Well, I'm a wild boar, and I can't handle fine bran."
Jiang Zong also looked at her, pulled up the corners of his lips and smiled, and used chopsticks to pick up the extra steak from his plate and put it into her bowl.
"Mr. Jiang, I can't eat so much..." Qiao Ruoying said softly.
Besides, asking her to eat the food on his plate is too ambiguous, isn't it?
"Eat more. When wild boars eat enough bran, you can slowly taste the flavor." Jiang Zong also said.
He just couldn't believe that this little pig of hers ate all kinds of delicacies every day and still thought that the food from roadside stalls tasted better than them!
Jiang Zong also insisted so, and Qiao Ruoying did not refuse, but forked the steak and ate it bit by bit.
She did taste some flavor in the last bite of steak: this fermented milk taste seems quite delicious after getting used to it?
"I'm so full, so full." She touched her belly which was bulging with steak.
Subconsciously, Jiang Zong also glanced at her belly as she moved.
Her waist was still very thin, but her belly was bulging with a layer of soft flesh. Her teardrop-shaped belly button seemed to be stretched wider, with a concave spot on it.
It looks and feels good.
Jiang Zongye's voice became a little hoarse, "Eat more."
After dinner, Li Zheng led two deliverymen to deliver a Herman Miller ergonomic chair, and Jiang Zong also asked them to move the chair into the study.
Li Zheng directed the two deliverymen to put the chairs away. This time, the look he gave Qiao Ruoying was different from before.
Jiang Zongye had a chair all to herself in the large flat, and Li Zheng thought that Miss Qiao might not know what this meant, but he knew it in his heart.
The chairs were placed, and after Li Zheng said goodbye, Jiang Zong and Qiao Ruoying entered the study.
He sat her down in a chair with her laptop set up in front of her.
"I'll show you how to organize it, and you should learn it well."
Jiang Zong also stood behind her chair, leaning down, his rough fingers covering the back of her hand as she touched the mouse. The man's large, bony hand easily enclosed her delicate little hand, sliding the mouse.
A hint of cologne passed by the tip of my nose, the aroma of black pine and juniper, dark and cold, with a sense of calm restraint everywhere.
Her heart skipped a beat.
A very powerful man brought her back to his 600-square-meter apartment, fried steak for her, and taught her basic Excel tutorials with great care and patience.
How could a young girl not be moved by this? Moreover, he was so handsome and charming.
Qiao Ruoying tried her best to put this distracted feeling behind her and followed Jiang Zongye's train of thought.
After teaching it twice in detail, Jiang Zongye said, "I'm in the gym. If you have any questions, I'll come back and solve them."
"Yeah." Qiao Ruoying nodded.
She was the only one left in the study. She sat in front of the large oval desk, her back firmly supported in an ergonomic chair, her fingers tapping away at the keyboard.
Jiang Zong also taught patiently, and Qiao Ruoying also perked up and studied seriously.
She was filled with urgency and wanted to let Jiang Zong see that she was not so "unable to match her salary" and that she was also teachable.
After Jiang Zongya trained his shoulders and back for an hour in the gym, he passed by the study and looked at the half-open door.
Under the bright light, Qiao Ruoying, with her delicate nose and cherry lips, sat upright on the chair, looking like a jade statue made of porcelain and pearls. The enchanting and charming expression in her eyes that she had at certain moments was now completely restrained, and she looked so dignified and quiet that was endearing.
She is very serious and she almost knows it after one teaching.
Jiang Zongye curled up a satisfied smile at the corner of his lips and went into the bathroom to take a shower.
At around ten o'clock in the evening, Jiang Zong also opened the door of his study. "How's it going?"
Hearing the voice, Qiao Ruoying looked over at him. A tall man leaned against the door, wearing a V-neck bathrobe that reached all the way to his waist. A few strands of wet hair hung down in front of his forehead. Compared to the sharp edges of his shirt, his hair looked softer and more casual.
Under the belt of his bathrobe was his thin and narrow waist. Qiao Ruoying saw his skin shining through his V-neck, and her tongue felt a little dry.
She imagined the previous two nights, how this thin waist had hit her and made her cry out, how the big hand had caressed her, and the handsome man in front of her was so attractive that she actually felt a little aroused.
"I won't do the form anymore. I'll do it tomorrow."
Qiao Ruoying stood up from the chair and stretched herself like a kitten to loosen her muscles.
She pulled up her short T-shirt, revealing her slender waist that was so white and soft that it could not be held in one hand. Jiang Zong's Adam's apple also rolled slightly.
The two looked at each other and saw a tacit understanding in each other's eyes: it would be difficult to end this night without doing that.
The author has something to say:
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Boss Jiang: (Finally brought my wife home) [Milk tea] (I want to show her my strong muscles after working out) [Laughing] (After working out for 1 hour) (Wandering in front of my wife) [Dog head holding a rose][Dog head holding a rose] (Wife, check me out!) [Cat claws] (Praise my muscles quickly) [Applause][666] (Wife, hug me) [Hug][Hug] (Husband hugs me hard) (My wife is so sweet and soft, just like a kitten) (I love her so much) (Suck the kitten like crazy) [Laughing]
The next chapter will be released soon! I haven't arranged the number of chapters yet, so I'll update two chapters today, m'm.
If you guys like it, I'll write more short plays! (Shua shua shua)
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