Chapter 107 Human Oil
The restaurant, which was bustling before I left, had become quiet.
The table was completely empty; not a single dish was left.
Fu Jing's expression was cold and stern as he cursed inwardly: "A bunch of cold-hearted bastards."
In front of the sink, Shi Yan and Jiang Luo were washing dishes, their bodies half-bent over, their hands busy while their mouths chattered away.
"Just now, you urged President He to go to sleep, and he looked like a pitiful little humiliated person. It was kind of funny. I remember when I first came here, I really thought President He was a cold and aloof CEO with no expression, always indifferent. Now, I think I was really blind back then. From now on, President He will definitely be a henpecked husband." Shi Yan was teasing when she looked up and saw Fu Jing return, so she fell silent.
Upon seeing Fu Jing, she immediately went on high alert.
The boss once said, "Cherish life, stay away from Fu Jing."
Contrary to expectations, those around him showed great enthusiasm for him.
"Hey, Fu Jing, you're back? Have you eaten yet? There are too many of us, we've finished everything. Do you want me to cook you some noodles?" Jiang Luo stopped washing the dishes, wiped her hands on her apron, and looked at Fu Jing solicitously.
"Now that you mention it, I'm actually hungry." Fu Jing walked over, still with that elite demeanor, completely different from when he was on the phone. "It would be an immense honor to taste the goddess's cooking."
His tone of voice might appeal to some girls, but clearly, Jiang Luo wasn't one of them.
While internally rolling her eyes a hundred times, Jiang Luo wore a friendly smile on her face and even reluctantly agreed, "I'm honored to cook noodles for you."
ah?
What?
What is Luo Luo saying?
Shi Yan looked at Jiang Luo in shock.
Has Luo Luo gone mad?
How did I end up getting involved with this scumbag?
Didn't she know that Fu Jing was Lin Shuang's ex-boyfriend?
Why would you cook noodles for a scumbag who can cheat on you and then disappear without a trace?
"Luo Luo," Shi Yan couldn't help but call out.
If this were a fantasy drama, she would probably be shrouded in darkness by now.
She wished she could drag Jiang Luo back to her room and then beat Fu Jing up.
I don't want the lovely Luo Luo to be tainted by Fu Jing.
"Huh?" Jiang Luo responded sweetly.
Under the kitchen counter, she lightly kicked Shi Yan, then urged, "Go take a shower first. I'll wash the rest of the dishes. After you're done, wait for me to go back to my room, and then I'll take a shower."
The goal is to get her away.
Upon receiving the message, Shi Yan still found it strange, but she complied with Jiang Luo's wishes and said, "The rest is up to you."
After saying that, she took a few tissues to wipe the water stains off her hands, and then went back to her room, looking back every few steps.
What's going on?
Another secret operation!
Luo Luo has been secretly on the move every day lately!
As she closed the door, Shi Yan silently made a mental note: once the show was over, she would definitely find Jiang Luo and get to the bottom of it.
"It's just the two of us left now." Jiang Luo smiled sweetly at Fu Jing.
As a professional actress, she has a strong belief in the roles she plays.
Currently, she plays a female celebrity who has feelings for Fu Jing and is willing to go to great lengths for her friend, spending 30 million yuan of her own money.
Sensing an ambiguous undertone in Jiang Luo's words, Fu Jing couldn't help but curl his lips into a smile.
Ha, I thought Jiang Luo was something special, but it turns out she's just a woman who won't need his attention and will be captivated by his charm.
He's no different from those minor internet celebrities who chase after him every day.
Returning to the table and sitting down, Fu Jing turned to the side, draping his strong arm over the back of the chair, his voice tender and gentle: "Tonight's moonlight belongs only to us."
He showed no intention of helping at all, acting like a lord, taking Jiang Luo's cooking and cleaning for him with a clear conscience.
Jiang Luo turned and walked towards the refrigerator, a smile drooping from the corner of her lips the instant her back turned to him.
Do you really think of me as a babysitter?
Jiang Luo took two deep breaths silently, suppressing her rising anger. She took out noodles from the refrigerator and said in her sweet voice again, "I only know how to cook noodles the simplest way. Mr. Fu, please have some."
"Mmm!" Fu Jing responded, then added in what he thought was a gentle and considerate tone, "What the goddess makes must be delicious, I'll eat it all."
Ugh. Stop calling me goddess!
Whether it was psychological or Fu Jing's greasiness was too overwhelming, Jiang Luo felt nauseous and wanted to vomit whenever she heard Fu Jing speak.
Maybe she's allergic to him.
The symptoms were not obvious when she first met him, but they gradually worsened after he called her "goddess".
These past two days, Jiang Luo has been thinking hard and pondering, but he still can't figure out one question: Why would a true "goddess" like Lin Shuang, who is elegant inside and out, like Fu Jing, this "human slicker," back then?
Compared to Fu Jing, Ji Bei is simply an angel on earth!
After the water boiled and the ginger was added to the noodles, my gaze was immediately drawn to the spice jar beside me.
She turned around and saw that Fu Jing was playing on his phone with his back to her.
Whatever she does now, Fu Jing won't find out, as long as she doesn't get filmed.
Hmph. I'll get rid of this greasiness in you.
With one hand touching her neck, Jiang Luo casually shifted her body slightly to block the camera's view with her back, then quietly scooped up a spoonful of salt and quickly poured it into the pot.
Pure white salt grains rose and fell with the churning water, then dissolved into the whitish noodle soup.
They succeeded.
Relieved, Jiang Luo put the small plastic spoon back.
She paused just as the spoon was inserted into the salt shaker.
Another spoonful.
Hmph, it'll make you sick of salt!
After finishing, Jiang Luo took a pair of wooden chopsticks from the chopstick holder, picked up the small milk pot, and walked towards Fu Jing.
Fu Jing seemed afraid of burning himself in the milk pot, so when Jiang Luo approached, he leaned back in his chair.
Jiang Luo was even angrier.
Do you think I'm a waiter?
I'm not serving you anymore!
After placing the milk pot down, Jiang Luo sat down directly next to Fu Jing without going to get him a bowl.
Fu Jing didn't even reach for it; instead, he took the wooden chopsticks and directly picked up a mouthful of noodles from the milk pot.
Seeing his behavior, Jiang Luo glanced at the milk pot with great disdain.
Okay, I've got it. I won't use it again.
Before putting the noodles in his mouth, Fu Jing leaned in and smelled them. "Luo, the noodles you cooked smell different from others."
Jiang Luo snorted: Of course, would anyone else put as much salt in their noodles as I do? I hope you can still laugh later.
"Yes, others have also praised my noodles for being unique, saying they taste especially delicious." He had an innocent and naive expression.
"Then I'll have to give it a good try!" Fu Jing said with great enthusiasm. He picked up a piece with his chopsticks, put it in his mouth, and then spat it out with a "pfft".
Is this noodles?
Is this a lump of salt?
It's so salty it's almost bitter!
Who exactly said her noodles were delicious?
Overjoyed inside, Jiang Luo still feigned a pitiful expression and asked softly, "What's wrong? Is it not good? You just said that everything I cook is delicious, you'll finish it, right?"
After speaking, she blinked at him, her eyes showing a mixture of grievance, cuteness, and expectation.
I refuse to believe you can't finish it!
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