Chapter 3: Baked Cookies
Fu Jun didn't know why he talked about marriage with this kid he had just met. He was wearing a very ordinary suit and his hair was fluffy and a little curly. Maybe it was because the board of directors had been making a fuss recently because of his singleness, or maybe it was because he always liked to stuff the whole cake into his mouth when eating it, with his chubby cheeks, which reminded him of a hamster he had raised when he was a child.
Song Yujia: "My name is Song Yujia, Jia from Jiamen Fuxi."
Fu Zhun smiled lightly: "Got it, Song Yujia."
When he eats, his eyes sparkle like stars, which makes people feel very happy and want to touch his head.
Song Yujia's eyes were now bright, and Fu Jun, just as he had imagined, reached out and touched his round head.
After Fu Zhun left, Song Yujia sat back in his original place. Not long after, Song's father ended the meeting early and took him home.
Father Song: "Jia Jia, how did you feel at the banquet today? Daddy couldn't accompany you this time, I will bring you to play next time."
Song Yujia: "It's okay, Dad. I ate a lot of small cakes today. They were all delicious."
Father Song: "Hey, you ate cake today. In the past, you didn't eat it because you were afraid of getting fat."
Song Yujia: "Hehe, from now on I can eat whatever I want. I will be fat and in a good mood."
Father Song: "Yes, that's right, you are too thin, eat more, then you will be healthy."
After arriving home, Song Yujia didn't eat anything. He ran back to his room and fell straight onto the soft big bed. He was like a meteor falling into the clouds, sinking into that soft and fluffy world without any hindrance.
Song Yujia reached out and touched the top of his head. Fu Zhun's face was all in his mind, tossing and turning uncontrollably.
"Okay, I get it, Song Yujia, ahahahahahahahahahahaha. I get it, Song Yujia, oooooooooooo."
Song Yujia kept thinking about it, and his face became hotter and hotter.
Oh my god, broad shoulders, narrow waist, round hips and long legs, exactly the type I like. Even if I have nothing to do with the company, it's worth a try.
But when I think about it, I did nothing at the banquet and was seen eating a lot. Even so, it was a great victory in the first battle. Maybe, probably, maybe he fell in love with me at first sight?
Moreover, although Fu Zhun proposed marriage directly, there was only a year left. After he died, maybe I could get some money, which would be nice.
Although she chose to cling to the big male supporting role, she still had to maintain a good relationship with the main characters. Forget about Fu Qichen, but Ruan Zhao.
Song Yujia called Ruan Zhao. After the phone rang a few times, Ruan Zhao's clear voice came: "Hello, Xiaojia."
Song Yujia said excitedly: "Zhao Zhao, what are your plans for tomorrow? I'm so bored alone."
Ruan Zhao: "No, I'm also bored recently, and Chen is really busy recently."
Song Yujia smacked his lips and said, "Why don't you come to my house and we can bake some pancakes together."
Ruan Zhao: "Okay, I can finish it and send it to Chen."
Song Yujia suddenly understood. Yes, Ruan Zhao gave it to Fu Qichen, so he could give it to Fu Zhun. What a good idea.
Song Yujia: "Then I'll wait for you at home tomorrow morning."
The next morning, when Ruan Zhao arrived, Song's mother had already helped Song Yujia prepare all the materials.
Song Yujia: "Zhao Zhao!"
Ruan Zhao: "Hello, Aunt Song."
Song's mother: "Hey, Zhao Zhao is here, you two are busy, call me if you need anything."
Song Yujia: "Okay, Mom."
The sunlight shone through the kitchen window onto the workbench. The two of them put on aprons and counted the flour, eggs, butter and other ingredients on the table.
As the protagonist, Ruan Zhao is good at many things, and Song Yujia is the standard stupid beauty.
He watched Ruan Zhao's movements intently, occasionally helping by handing him a tool or stirring the ingredients in the bowl.
First, Ruan Zhao softened the butter and added fine sugar, using a whisk to beat until fluffy and white. Then, Song Yujia carefully poured in the beaten egg liquid and continued to stir evenly. Then, Ruan Zhao slowly sifted in the flour and added some vanilla extract to increase the flavor. Finally, after repeated kneading, the dough became smooth and soft.
Next is the shaping phase! Song Yujia took out molds of various shapes, including stars, hearts, circles, etc. Ruan Zhao first showed Song Yujia how to press out beautiful patterns, and then let Song Yujia try it. Ruan Zhao gently put the dough into the bear mold, and then pressed hard, and cute little cookies were born.
After the shaping is completed, the cookies are neatly placed on a baking tray and sent into the preheated oven. As time goes by, the kitchen gradually fills with tempting aromas.
Finally, with a "ding" sound, the cookies were done! Ruan Zhao put on thick gloves, carefully opened the oven door, took out the baking tray and set it aside to cool.
When the biscuits cooled to the right temperature, the two of them couldn't wait to pick up a piece and taste it. The crispy and sweet taste instantly conquered their taste buds.
Song Yujiaxing was as excited as a dancing gorilla: "This is so delicious, Zhaozhao you are so amazing."
Ruan Zhao: "No way, we did this together. You are amazing too."
Song Yujia: "Haha, I'm pretty good too. But Zhao Zhao, you know too many things. Fu Qichen is really lucky."
"Oh, don't say that, he's a very nice guy."
"Yes, yes, you two are a perfect match." Song Yujia thought for a moment: "Zhao Zhao, how was it at the hotel last time?"
Ruan Zhao: "It was good. I watched a movie with Chen."
Song Yujia: "Just... just watched the movie?"
Ruan Zhao: "Also... chatted."
Song Yujia looked at the embarrassed Ruan Zhao and felt that the protagonists were really pure in love.
Song Yujia filled half of the biscuit packaging bag prepared by Song's mother in advance. After Ruan Zhao left with the biscuits, he returned to the operating table and put the remaining biscuits into the bag.
Song Yujia: "Mom, I'm going out for a while."
Song's mother: "Okay, be careful when you go out to play, don't fall, and take care of yourself."
Song Yujia: "I know, Mom."
After saying goodbye to her mother, Song Yujia skipped out of the door carrying the bag of biscuits.
I didn’t ask for Fu Zhun’s contact information yesterday, but if I go directly to the Fu Group, I should be able to meet him.
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