In order to prepare dinner, Zhang Moyan took a two-hour leave and left work early. She hurriedly packed up the things on her desk. After communication, she knew that she would go to BJ for a meeting in place of Jin Xueyang tomorrow, and she had to bring everything she needed.
Feeling that there was nothing left, Zhang Moyan stood up and called a taxi on her phone.
It is almost 3 o'clock in the afternoon. This is the last time she has to date Xiao Xingyu before the flight at 9 o'clock tomorrow morning. Time is running out for her. Every minute now is precious, and there are so many things to do. This is definitely the most tense, important and rushed dozen hours in her life.
As she walked out of her workstation, she ran into Jin Xueyang, who was about to speak. "Mo Yan, are you still angry? Isn't it enough for me to apologize to you? You should be able to see what happened at noon. I mainly wanted to let the director know that you are already taken, so that he can give up on you as soon as possible."
"Don't talk nonsense!" Zhang Moyan looked around warily and said quickly, "I was just busy finishing the work and leaving early. Okay, I forgive you. Now I have to hurry to the city center to pick up the cake. I have to go home and make dinner. I'm leaving now!"
"You're still cooking for yourself?" Jin Xueyang asked, puzzled. "That's not right. Don't birthdays usually involve the person treating the guests to a meal and the guests giving gifts? Why are you doing it the other way around?"
Zhang Moyan was stunned. She had never thought about this question before. She glanced at the pen holder on the desk and took out two pens and stuffed them into the pocket of her work bag. She said without considering the consequences, "Isn't it a good opportunity to welcome him?"
Jin Xueyang studied her and said, "Then I've truly witnessed history. You used to only treat people to a meal when you did something wrong. This is probably the first time you've treated someone to a meal without offending them, right?"
Zhang Moyan paused, a logic that she herself hadn't even realized was pointed out by Jin Xueyang, and she was a little stunned.
"What's wrong?" Jin Xueyang turned his head to look at her.
Zhang Moyan immediately gave him a disguising look and zipped up her work bag. "Are you so free? You're worrying so much! If I had known you were so free, I wouldn't have helped you go to the meeting tomorrow."
"That won't do. A gentleman's word is as good as gold. You said before that you would work like a slave for me when you came back from Ruzhou!"
Zhang Moyan pushed his shoulder and passed by: "Okay, I was just kidding, my taxi is here, I'm leaving now!"
Jin Xueyang hurriedly asked, "Can I go to your house for dinner tonight? It's a birthday party and it's more lively with more people."
Zhang Moyan, who had already taken two steps, frowned and turned back, pointing at him and commanding: "No!"
After saying that, he continued walking.
When Zhang Moyan returned home after picking up the cake, the vegetables she bought online were delivered just in time, exactly on time.
She really has to thank today's society which makes life convenient for lazy people. She doesn't have to go to the market to buy vegetables herself, the chicken is killed and chopped cleanly, and the cooked dishes are semi-finished products, which really saves a lot of time.
In Ruzhou, she learned two Central Plains dishes, one is a big stew and the other is stir-fried chicken. The former is just a stew of cabbage, pork and tofu, and the latter is just stir-fried red pepper, bean paste and chicken pieces. This is not a challenge for Zhang Moyan, who has some talent in cooking. Just remember to add more green onions to the Central Plains dish.
I bought three ready-made cold dishes and put them on plates, namely local smoked fish, potato salad and sweet and sour pork ribs. I also stewed a yam and sea bass soup, which is my specialty. I cut a bunch of water spinach and set it aside to stir-fry at the end. Together with the cake, so many dishes are more than enough for two people.
Just as the fish soup was cooking, the cell phone rang.
"Mo Yan, I've landed," Xiao Xingyu's clear voice came from the receiver. "I'm on my way to get my luggage now. Are you off work yet?"
Zhang Moyan suddenly became very nervous: "I'm already at home."
"Oh? You went home early today?"
"Yes," Zhang Moyan couldn't help but feel embarrassed, but she had to tell the truth, "Because I have to prepare dinner, of course I have to come back early to prepare it."
"Oh, you really cooked for me?" Xiao Xingyu was a little surprised.
"Yeah..." What was going on with him? Didn't she tell him to come to her house for dinner? Could it be that she wanted to go to her house to eat together?
The man who received the confirmation fell silent for a moment, then said with great emotion, "Mo Yan, you are truly a good wife and mother! Okay, I will definitely rush to your side as quickly as possible! Let me see... 40 minutes, I promise to be in front of you in 40 minutes."
40 minutes? Zhang Moyan was so frightened that her head tightened. Putting aside the question of what kind of driving skills this person had, 40 minutes alone was not enough for her to prepare!
After hanging up the phone, Zhang Moyan was stunned for a minute, then realized that he had wasted another minute. He quickly went over the things he still needed to do in his mind and arranged them in order.
I washed my hair as quickly as possible, and while my wet hair was drying, I took out the tablecloth and candlesticks that I had bought at the mall yesterday.
When the Fuqi Feipian and Sweet and Sour Spare Ribs were placed next to the candlesticks, I realized that the style seemed a little wrong. Thinking about the big stew and stir-fried chicken that would be served later, I felt so awkward that I was sweating.
I should have prepared a Western-style meal, but when I opened the menu, I thought that Xiao Xingyu hadn't eaten to his liking at Nangong Mountain and must be craving hometown food. But at the same time, I felt that I should be a little more romantic, so I bought the candlesticks.
Now that the combination is like this... Forget it, let it be. It's too late. Xiao Xingyu should be able to understand her feelings.
After turning off the fire of the fish soup, Zhang Moyan hurried to the bedroom to change into the battle robe that he had bought at a high price.
This was also her first time buying clothes in a designer's ready-to-wear store, setting a record for her purchase of clothes with the least fabric and the most money.
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