He doesn't know how to say no. His colleagues leave him with a ton of work to go on dates, while he just stays here washing clothes.
He takes a long time to clean vegetables, remove the oil, and disinfect them in clean hot water. His reaction time is also slower than that of the average person, so he is paid the least. However, he is a single person and has no demands on his life. He eats well when there is good food and poor food when there is none. He is not picky about food.
Of course, sometimes I'll want a lollipop, and it would be even better if I had milk.
His colleague wasn't too bad; while giving him work, he didn't mistreat him and even brought him a box of small cakes. He couldn't bear to eat them and planned to take them back to Fang Rong.
The basement was stuffy and hot, and the sink where the dishes were washed was filled with boiling water, making the temperature even higher. The cake couldn't withstand it and had already spoiled. Fang Hua was stunned when he opened it.
Chocolate is most susceptible to high temperatures, and it had almost melted. The originally delicate surface had turned into a mushy mess. If he hadn't been so concerned and opened it every now and then to check on it, it probably would have looked even worse.
Fang Hua hesitated for a moment, then closed the packaging again, and carried the cake out the back door. He was still wearing an apron around his waist, like a delivery girl.
Because of his good looks, no one made things difficult for him. He also became increasingly clever and learned to use modern tools to make free maglev cars to Fang Rong's neighborhood.
The only difference is that others sit in the car, while he sits on the roof. When the time comes, he jumps off and takes the elevator with the crowd.
The elevator swayed and soon arrived at the tenth floor. As soon as the door opened, Fang Hua suddenly froze. The person he wanted to see was standing opposite him, looking anxious, as if he had something important to do.
"What are you doing here?" Clearly, Fang Rong was even more surprised than him.
Fang Hua waved the cake in her hand as she stepped out of the elevator. "It's for you."
He looked relaxed, seemingly unconcerned about the harsh words Fang Rong had spoken yesterday.
Fang Rong's gaze shifted from his face to the box in his hand. The box was still in its exquisite condition, with the bows on it neatly arranged, showing that he had been very careful along the way.
His expression was complicated, and he had many indescribable emotions in his heart. In the end, he took it and carefully opened the outer packaging.
Perhaps because we were in a rush, the cake was completely ruined. It was frozen in the refrigerator, so it would melt as soon as it was taken out. It was also placed in the hot and stuffy environment of the basement, which was full of heat. Now it was all mushy and barely recognizable.
"This is... a cake?"
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