Chapter 154 "You call him uncle, I call you brother"
Help!
She had clearly kept it a secret, how did Big Brother know about this?!
Did Xibao snitch?
"Your sister-in-law didn't tell anyone, but your little tricks are enough for the whole family to guess."
Jing Zhuo glanced at her, put away his tea set, and spoke lightly.
"Give up on this idea as soon as possible. Song Shiqian and you are not the same kind of people. Don't bother him."
Zhang Hening was not convinced by what he said.
"If you can have evil thoughts about Xibao, why can't I fall for Song Shiqian?"
Jing Zhuo: "I am your brother, she can only be your sister-in-law at most. What do you want to do by falling in love with Song Shiqian? Do you want to cross generations?"
Zhang Hening continued to mutter softly, "We're not related by blood anyway. When the time comes... can't we just go our separate ways? You call him uncle, and I'll call you brother."
Jing Zhuo said coldly: "Impossible, get lost."
Zhang Hening knew that this would not go so smoothly.
Sure enough, every time she took a fancy to a man, Jing Zhuo would force her to break up, either by cutting off her food or her credit card.
If it were half a month ago, she might have backed off after being scared twice.
But now...
She had no choice.
Completely addicted.
Since the soft approach didn't work, Zhang Hening mustered up the courage to use a hard approach against Jing Zhuo.
"Zhang Henian, don't be so hypocritical. I didn't say anything about you secretly plotting against my best friend and tricking Xibao into getting married with you. And you can't stop my plan, or I'll tell Xibao about your dark past!"
Jing Zhuo: "I don't have any dark history."
Zhang Hening: "Really? Then I'll tell her later that Lu Ye pursued you for three years in high school, and that he even climbed onto our terrace and sneaked into your bed..."
Jing Zhuo's face turned completely dark in an instant.
He grabbed the pen on the table and threw it at Zhang Hening.
"roll!"
"If you say a word, you're dead."
Zhang Hening dodged his attack, snorted, turned around and walked out.
Little guy, who doesn’t have some evidence?
You just know how to bully me, bully me, bully me. Zhang Henian, if you dare to obstruct my happiness, I will obstruct your happiness!
Outside the door, Chen Feng heard the sound while eating melons and just saw Zhang Hening coming out.
"Hey, why did you sneak back? Aren't you stationed in Su City?"
Zhang Hening: "Hmph~"
She was disgusted with Chen Feng and didn't have a good face towards him. She turned around and walked away stubbornly.
Chen Feng stood there, confused.
His brother and sister were arguing, why did he "humph" him! ?
baffling.
He calmed himself down, came to his senses, knocked on the door twice, and pushed it open.
His boss, Mr. Jing, was leaning back in a leather chair, his face looking cold and sour.
There was also a black pen lying on the ground, with the cap broken.
Chen Feng bent down to pick up the pen, put it on the desk, and then reported his work.
"Mr. Jing, this is your schedule for this week. I've already reserved time for Thursday and have arranged a stylist and a personal team to style you and your wife."
There is a banquet to attend this Thursday, and Jing Zhuo told Chen Feng last week that he needed some time off.
Hearing this, Jing Zhuo's expression eased a little.
"Thank you for your hard work," he said.
Chen Feng quickly shook his head: "It's not hard, Mr. Jing."
"Keep an eye on Zhang Hening and don't let her cause any trouble in the company."
"I understand, Mr. Jing."
…
Zhang Hening was not in the company at all. She wore her Universe Technology work badge and went directly to the Universe branch in Beijing.
From September to the end of the year, some people will stay in Beijing until the show is successfully completed.
Therefore, Song Shiqian rented an office space in Beijing.
We also temporarily hired reception and administrative staff.
Zhang Hening also went to report in. She came early and many of her colleagues had not arrived yet.
The lady at the front desk took her to choose a workstation and introduced the company's facilities.
"This is the tea room. It's equipped with a coffee machine, iced drinks, tea, and snacks. Feel free to drink."
Zhang Hening looked over.
I found a tea table under the large floor-to-ceiling window, with a set of blue and white porcelain covered bowls on it.
"This is Mr. Song's tea set. He comes here occasionally for tea, but not often," the receptionist explained. "Sometimes other people come in for a couple of cups, too."
Zhang Hening nodded: "I understand, you go ahead and do your work, I can make tea for myself."
"Okay~"
The lady at the front desk left happily.
Zhang Hening sat in front of the big tea table, opened his bag, and took out a can of his treasured Jin Jun Mei tea.
hey-hey.
The Ru kiln tea set was returned to Jing Zhuo.
But she won't return the tea.
There are plenty of these things in Jingzhuo, and they are not unique, so he can just go buy them himself.
I haven't made tea in a long time.
While there is no one around, she needs to practice her skills hard and not embarrass herself in front of her idol.
Zhang Hening opened the package, boiled water, and searched her memory for the steps her father and brother used to make tea.
Heat the cup, put tea leaves in, pour water, wash the tea, and then add water.
“Ah, boiling, boiling—”
The covered bowl in Zhang Hening's hand rolled all over the place, boiling water spilled all over the table, and the lid fell off.
She gritted her teeth, picked up a table of parts, and continued to drain the water.
“Boiling, boiling—”
It’s so hot, what’s the point of drinking tea!
She blew on her fingers and finished washing the tea in a messy manner. With a glance, she saw the man leaning against the door frame of the tea room, admiring him with interest. She didn't know how long he had been watching.
Zhang Hening: "...Why don't you say anything!?"
Song Shiqian walked over, sat opposite her, and picked up the covered bowl on the table.
"If you don't pour the soup correctly, it will easily burn your hands."
As he spoke, he picked up the kettle, refilled it with water, closed the lid, poured out the soup, and divided the tea, demonstrating to her step by step.
"When pouring soup, hold the bowl with three fingers, pinch the edge of the bowl with your thumb and middle finger, and press the lid button with your index finger, leaving a 45-degree angle to pour the soup quickly to avoid burning your hands."
Zhang Hening supported his chin and watched, finding it pleasing to the eye.
His fingers are long, white, bony and very nice.
The tea-making movements are also very nice, not pretentious, very natural and smooth.
He is a very trendy and technological person, but he inexplicably has a gentle and elegant temperament.
The mechanical watch on his wrist is very cool, and it is inexplicably well-matched with the classical blue and white porcelain.
Song Shiqian held the host cup and placed it in front of Zhang Hening.
"Drink it."
Zhang Hening raised his cup and clinked it with his tea cup.
"Yeah, cheers!"
Song Shiqian noticed it the first time he took a sip.
He glanced over and saw a box of tea leaves under the tea table, and his eyebrows twitched.
"Special Grade Jin Jun Mei, are you taking your brother's again?"
How could he even drink this?
Zhang Hening drank for a long time without feeling anything, and raised his hand to defend himself:
"I didn't steal this time. We drink tea casually at home, so it's okay for me to take a box. I used to use my father's tea to cook, and he never said anything."
"Oh?" Song Shiqian asked, "What dish?"
Zhang Hening said embarrassedly, "I've cooked tea eggs."
She didn't dare to give details.
In fact, when she was a child, she was imitating Aunt Wang to cook tea eggs and poured a bag of Zhang Youqi's aged tea into the pot. When her father found out, he remained silent all day and did not beat her.
Just let her eat a few more eggs to nourish her brain.
Song Shiqian seemed to have thought of something and shut up silently.
After finishing a cup of tea, he took out his cell phone, tapped it a few times, and then turned it off.
Ding~
Zhang Hening's cell phone rang.
She picked it up and looked at it.
Song Shiqian transferred 10,000 yuan to her!
Zhang Hening: “???”
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