When Yan Xiuzhi returned home with the paper bag that night, it was already past ten o'clock, but there were still some noises coming from the kitchen.
He walked over with the paper bag and saw Zhou Ziyi's back still busying around.
"Haven't you eaten yet?"
Zhou Ziyi jumped in shock, froze for a moment before turning back: "Fuck, you scared me to death! How come you walk without making any sound!"
"It's because the kitchen is too noisy." Yan Xiuji stood at the kitchen door and looked at his watch. "It's already 10:20. You haven't had dinner yet?"
"I'll make some soy milk and freeze it." Zhou Ziyi replied, "It's a hot summer day, and iced soy milk is refreshing. I can eat more for breakfast."
Yan Xiuji was stunned when he heard this.
Zhou Ziyi said this, and he just remembered that he didn't seem to drink much hot coffee and hot soy milk in the morning recently. It was indeed because the temperature had risen, and he had been busy at work too late, so his appetite was not very good in the morning, so he ate less breakfast. So Zhou Ziyi was making soy milk now... was it to make him eat a better breakfast tomorrow morning?
Yan Xiuji couldn't help but confirm: "For me?"
Zhou Ziyi glanced at him and said, "What are you saying... can't I drink?"
There is also a share for Zhou Ziyi, so it is for two people? Yan Xiuji replied: "That's not what I meant."
Zhou Ziyi didn't know what was so good about asking this, after all, Yan Xiuji always ate whatever he cooked. Yan Xiuji wouldn't comment on breakfast unless he explicitly said he didn't want to eat it. Of course, Zhou Ziyi had basically figured out CEO Yan's taste, and there would be no food on the table that he hated.
However, Yan Xiuji's question today was a bit unusual, so the young man asked directly: "Why, you can't drink iced drinks so early in the morning? Then I'll make another pot of hot water and mix it into warm water for you."
"It's okay, you can drink it." Yan Xiuji felt relieved, but wondered if he was going through too much trouble just for breakfast. "But you don't have to go through so much trouble. It's just a weather issue, you'll get used to it after a while."
"You're not the only one eating this, I'm drinking it too." Zhou Ziyi said, "If your stomach can handle it, I'll make you iced coffee depending on the situation. If it's hotter, I'll make you frappuccino."
"Frappuccino?"
“Sweet.”
Yan Xiuzhi was a little speechless after listening to Zhou Ziyi's concise answer.
He has a sweeter taste. It would be fine if Zhou Ziyi found out, but there's no need to use that tone of voice that you use to coax a child, right?
President Yan handed the paper bag in his hand to Zhou Ziyi while remaining silent.
Zhou Ziyi: "What is it?"
Yan Xiuji: "It's leftover from the company's activities."
Should he admit that it was the secretary's office who found the way by going around all the milk tea shops? President Yan would never admit it!
But when he said that, Zhou Ziyi was even more confused: "Leftovers from an event?" Is Yan Xiuji the kind of person who would pack up leftovers from an event? It seems not, right?
Yan Xiuji misunderstood Zhou Ziyi's question and said, "Yes, the rest. They were not sent by my female partner, and there was no handwritten card. Don't worry."
This time it was Zhou Ziyi's turn to “…”
Yan Xiuzhi was afraid that he would ask more questions about the contents of the bag, so he didn't stay any longer. He just nodded and turned away.
Zhou Ziyi watched him go out in confusion, then looked at the things in the bag.
This one glance made him stunned: "Huh?!"
***
When Mr. Yan went downstairs the next morning, he saw iced soy milk and Zhou Ziyi's cell phone on the table.
Zhou Ziyi changed the mobile phone charms again, not just one, but a bunch of them. He strung six colorful rabbits together and hung them all on the phone!
Yan Xiuji: “…”
Zhou Ziyi came out with a sandwich at this moment. Seeing Yan Xiuzhi standing on the stairs without moving, he followed his gaze towards the dining table and smiled secretly.
When Zhou Ziyi saw the bag of rabbits last night, she was stunned. She couldn't understand why Yan Xiuji gave it to her. Didn't he complain about the noise? Why did he give her a bag of rabbits? What was he trying to do?
And, to be honest, Zhou Ziyi didn't throw away the rabbit at all.
I just put it in a drawer and take it out to pinch it from time to time, but I never take it out of the room.
Now Yan Xiuji gave him a big bag, maybe he really thought he threw it away, and thought he really liked this rabbit. And Zhou Ziyi didn't believe that this was leftover from some company event. This thing was only a few cents each, even if Hua Hao liked it and used it to decorate the event, Zhou Ziyi didn't believe that Hua Hao's people would dare to give the leftovers to the big boss.
So, Zhou Ziyi had a guess.
——Yan Xiu Ji…bought it specially for yourself?
Damn, thinking about it this way, Zhou Ziyi couldn't help but feel that pretending to be drunk and attacking last time was not a bad thing at all.
If Yan Xiuzhi doesn't care about that matter at all and allows himself to approach him casually and bring him gifts, then next time... he will really go too far.
I was wrong, I will dare to do it again next time - this is what Zhou Ziyi is thinking now.
So when he saw Yan Xiuji standing on the stairs, he took the initiative to say, "Good morning?"
"... Good morning." Yan Xiuji's eyes moved away from the colorful rabbits, as if he had never seen those things. However, Zhou Ziyi did not let him go. When he came to the table, he raised his mobile phone and shook it: "Brother, I hung up!"
"..." Yan Xiuji could only sit at the table and pretend to be calm and indifferent, "If it's over, it's over."
"I like it very much." No one asked Zhou Ziyi whether he liked it or not, but Zhou Ziyi took the initiative to say it, and looked into Yan Xiuji's eyes and said, "Thank you."
I don't know if I'm saying I like rabbits, or...
Yan Xiuji glanced at him and turned his eyes away: "...You're welcome."
"There are still many." Zhou Ziyi sat opposite him, resting his chin on his hand and looking at him with a smile, "Can I decorate some in other places in my house?"
Yan Xiuji picked up his sandwich and took a bite: "Whatever."
"So do you want a row on your car?"
"don't want!"
“Is the sandwich good?”
"...It's OK." Yan Xiuji replied reservedly at first, then seeing Zhou Ziyi's slightly expectant look, he couldn't help but add, "The egg is very soft, and the ham tastes OK, it's a good match."
"That's right. I spent several days learning how to make thick omelette by watching videos." Zhou Ziyi said with a smile, "The ham is a box of Spanish ham that your mother sent yesterday. I wanted to ask Aunt Wang to make pickled pork with preserved vegetables or something. I checked online and found that the ham is extremely expensive. I didn't dare to put it in the soup. I just put a slice in the sandwich. It's fine if you think it goes well with it."
Yan Xiuzhi had never chatted about these family matters with others at the breakfast table before.
When he was still at home, he rarely met everyone to eat breakfast together in the morning. Even on holidays, when they sat at the same table, Yan Wenwu and Yan Meiyue were the ones who talked the most, while Chu Ling and Yan Xiuji didn't talk much.
Now that Zhou Ziyi told him these little things, Yan Xiuzhi surprisingly liked it.
Mainly, the atmosphere is quite relaxed.
Yan Xiuji didn't let Zhou Ziyi perform a one-man show, and replied: "Whatever you want to eat, just make it. Don't think about wasting it. It's meant to be eaten anyway."
After a pause, Yan Xiuji continued, "My mother didn't tell me that she was sending something, but she told you?"
"She told Aunt Wang, and Aunt Wang told me. I sent her a message to thank her." Zhou Ziyi suddenly remembered something, "Ah, wouldn't it be better if you told her that you ate it?"
Yan Xiuji felt that this was really a long way around, and replied, "No need."
"You'd better tell me. Auntie must have bought it mainly for you." Zhou Ziyi said as he picked up his phone. "Luckily I took a photo when I made it just now. You can see the ham in the cross section. I sent it to you."
Yan Xiuzhi looked at the string of rabbits swaying on his phone and guessed his worry.
——Are you worried that my mother will have a bad impression of him?
"She may not want to give it to me, but she may just be happy recently." Yan Xiuji said, "The division of property has basically been settled, and they are ready to divorce."
"Ah, finally?" Zhou Ziyi's attention was diverted. "That's great. Oh, speaking of lawsuits, the lawyer said that Yan Meiyue's lawsuit was also decided in the past few days."
"Both?"
"Both." Zhou Ziyi said, "The lawyer said that although they are two independent cases, the criminal case will more or less take the impact of the other case into consideration. It's like Yan Meiyue has repeatedly hurt me, so she can't be given a lighter sentence..."
"Yeah." Yan Xiuji said calmly, "Yan Meiyue is on leave now. When her verdict comes out, the school should expel her."
"...Huh?" Zhou Ziyi was stunned, "Why?"
"Do we even need to ask why?" Yan Xiuji said, "What she did is enough to make her pay the price."
Zhou Ziyi blinked: "But Uncle Yan's side..."
"He can't control the affairs of other people's schools." Yan Xiuji said calmly, "Yan Meiyue may not want to study in that school. Does she have the nerve to go back? She may be preparing to go abroad."
"Oh..." Zhou Ziyi felt that Yan Xiuji might have played some tricks in this, but it was not easy to ask directly, so he could only say, "It's good that their affairs don't affect you."
"They?" Yan Xiuji finished his breakfast, drank the last sip of iced soy milk, and replied casually, "Not really."
Zhou Ziyi: Okay, you are worthy of being President Yan. You have the final say at home and in the company.
Yan Xiuji stood up and prepared to go to work, but suddenly remembered something: "I'm going out for dinner tomorrow night, so I don't know what time I'll be back."
When Zhou Ziyi heard him mention this specifically, he thought he had his own business: "Should I go?"
Yan Xiuji actually just remembered that he was going to meet Yu Yanxi, so he mentioned it for some reason. After he mentioned it, he felt that speaking out would only make things worse, so he changed the subject and said, "...No need."
Zhou Ziyi didn't think much about it: "Shall I prepare some hangover soup for you?"
"No need." Yan Xiuji didn't want to extend the topic, so he turned around to get his coat. "Let's go. Bye."
"Bye-Bye."
Zhou Ziyi finished his breakfast alone, cleaned up, and returned to his room to prepare for painting.
Before starting work, I routinely play with my phone.
Then I saw a circle of friends post that Yan Xiuzhi posted five minutes ago.
[The handmade thick omelette is delicious, and the ham is also delicious, thank you. 】
The accompanying picture was the photo of the breakfast sandwich that Zhou Ziyi sent him.
Zhou Ziyi: “…”
What else can I do? I can only like it at the speed of light and then roll around on the bed.
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