Chapter 8 Rewards her by making roast duck
award?
Yun Yang's eyes lit up instantly.
Should we give her a bonus?
Should we give her a day off?
She was happily thinking about it, but her mouth spoke faster than her brain.
"You can write?"
As soon as the words left her mouth, Yun Yang wanted to slap herself.
Stop talking nonsense!
Sure enough, the next second, a cold gaze pierced through like a knife.
This woman is a complete idiot! Do I look illiterate?
Fu Xiaoting's fingers, gripping the pen, were tense, and the veins on his forehead throbbed.
He really wanted to pry open this woman's head to see if it was filled with soy milk.
Yun Yang felt her scalp tingle from his glare, and her survival instincts instantly surged.
He quickly forced a fawning smile and began frantically trying to cover it up.
"No, no, no, what I mean is, sir, your handwriting is really beautiful!"
"These characters are powerful and vigorous, penetrating the paper; they clearly demonstrate the style of a master!"
"It's even better than what a calligrapher writes!"
She racked her brains and used all the flattery she had ever learned in her life.
Fu Xiaoting's expression softened slightly.
Hmph, at least she has some good taste.
Back in the day, he won first place in the school's calligraphy competition thanks to his excellent handwriting.
Under Yun Yang's expectant gaze, Fu Xiaoting finally lowered his head and continued writing.
The pen tip glides across the paper with a soft rustling sound.
He quickly pushed the notebook over.
Yunyang couldn't wait to go over and take a look.
[As a reward, you'll be cooking roast duck in the kitchen.]
"..."
Yun Yang's smile froze inch by inch.
Xiaoting, listen to me, thank you, because of you...
After all that, the so-called reward was just assigning her work in a different location.
Moreover, it's a high-difficulty dish like Peking duck.
What is she expecting?
Are you expecting a capitalist to have a change of heart?
She opened her mouth, instinctively wanting to say that she didn't know.
But then she thought again, she didn't want to eat grass either.
Moreover, she made a great contribution today.
That pot of boiling water not only scalded Octopus Brother's manhood, but also revealed her status in Fu Xiaoting's heart!
She must strike while the iron is hot and consolidate her position!
"Yes, sir!"
Yun Yang immediately straightened her back and replied in a loud voice, "I guarantee I'll complete the mission!"
Fu Xiaoting raised an eyebrow in satisfaction.
This child is teachable.
Yun Yang rolled her eyes inwardly and turned to walk towards the kitchen.
As she walked, she pondered in her mind.
One is definitely not enough.
Judging by Xiaoting's ravenous eating habits, she probably wouldn't even be able to snag a duck's rear end.
You must make two!
One is offered to the boss, and the other is a treat for myself.
The kitchen at Xiaoyuan is comparable to that of a five-star hotel, fully equipped and with a wide variety of ingredients.
In the huge cold storage, Yunyang found two cleaned and plump ducks.
They rolled up their sleeves and began to put their skills to the test.
Scalding, coating with sugar syrup, air drying, filling with ingredients...
The chefs were stunned.
They are only good at Western cuisine; they can't handle dishes with complicated preparation processes.
Two hours later, two glistening, dark red roast ducks were freshly baked.
The rich aroma of meat instantly filled the entire kitchen.
Yun Yang took a deep breath, her mouth watering.
She quickly sliced the roast duck, then served it on the table with freshly made pancakes, sweet bean sauce, scallions, and cucumber strips.
With Jujiro not around, Yunyang became much bolder.
Instead of standing as usual, she sat down opposite Fu Xiaoting in a very natural and open manner.
Fu Xiaoting glanced at her but said nothing.
His entire attention was drawn to the tempting roast duck on the table.
[It smells so good! It smells amazing!]
Yun Yang secretly chuckled as she watched him feign composure while secretly craving food.
She picked up a thin pancake, rolled up a piece of crispy-skinned, tender duck meat, dipped it in sauce, and was about to put it in her mouth.
"Bang!"
Without warning, Fu Xiaoting swept the water glass next to him to the ground, where it shattered into pieces.
Yun Yang was so startled that she almost dropped the duck roll in her hand onto the table.
She raised her head blankly and looked at Fu Xiaoting.
What's wrong with this guy?
Not to your liking?
That shouldn't be the case! She's confident in her cooking skills.
Fu Xiaoting remained expressionless.
[Oops! Oh crap! I slipped again, am I going to get Parkinson's?]
Yun Yang: "..."
She silently put down the duck roll in her hand and resignedly stood up.
"Sir, please be careful, I'll take care of it."
I found a broom and dustpan and carefully cleaned up the broken glass on the ground.
When she finished cleaning up and returned to the dining table, she was completely dumbfounded.
The two plates on the table were empty.
Not to mention the duck meat, there wasn't even a single scallion left!
He ate both roast ducks by himself in just a short while!
Looking at Fu Xiaoting's calm and handsome face, Yun Yang was so angry that she almost had a heart attack.
Xiaoting is amazing, what a pure hunger war goddess!
At dinner time, Yunyang's premonition came true.
Fu Xiaoting became addicted to it.
He wrote a few more large characters in his notebook.
Stewed pork trotters.
Yunyang was already numb.
Okay, let's eat, let's eat everything.
As long as they don't eat grass, they can eat anything.
She selected several of the best-looking large pig trotters, stewed them in a pressure cooker until they were tender and falling off the bone, and the aroma was irresistible.
Having learned her lesson at noon, Yunyang was smarter this time.
After cooking, she scooped out the largest pig's trotter, put it in a food storage container, and hid it in her dormitory closet.
Only after she had done all that did she put the rest on the table.
Fu Xiaoting ate with gusto, his mouth greasy and completely satisfied.
Having eaten and drunk his fill, Fu Xiaoting was in a great mood.
That night, when Yunyang made his bed, he surprisingly didn't complain.
When Yunyang finished making the bed and was ready to leave...
"Bang!"
Yunyang turned around and looked.
Another glass fell dead at her feet.
Xiaoting, don't tell me you accidentally slipped your hand again.
Why are you walking so fast? You have something to do.
Yun Yang: "!"
Intentional?
Fu Xiaoting took out a thick wad of cash from a hidden compartment next to his wheelchair and threw it onto the bed.
Those red bills must be worth at least tens of thousands of yuan.
"!"
Yunyang's eyes instantly lit up like two 500-watt light bulbs.
money!
It's money!
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